"You can use it?"

Everyone looked at Ye Qiu in amazement, but then they burst into laughter.

"Haha, this kid is really sick. This is a product of China. Can you use it?"

"Yes, even the gentlemen in the village can use it. You, a young man, actually said that you can use Chinese things."

"Go and go, go up there, don't delay us from doing serious business, otherwise we will be polite!"

The villagers around were disbelief and became unkind. After all, this was a major event that concerns the lives of the whole village.

The old man sighed and said, "This young man may have experienced something and his mind has been stimulated. Don't make things difficult for him."

The old man said to Ye Qiu: "Youngsheng, please go there first, we have something to do."

Ye Qiu was also anxious and shouted: "I really know how to use this thing, why don't you believe it?"

Then Ye Qiu pointed to the drilling machine and said, "This thing is scientifically called an oil drilling machine. It is an early product of the Jilin Gaoguanchun Machinery Factory in the early days of the founding of China. It is specially used for national oil mining. It is used for drilling wells for a small amount, but it can be used even if you want to use it!"

Ye Qiu didn't understand these things at first, but Ye Qiu once escorted a geological expert back to China. Ye Qiu was also a studious person, so he asked some knowledge about geology and remembered it when he mentioned the drilling rig.

When he heard Ye Qiu say something, a group of villagers were stunned.

The old man was surprised and said, "Young man, how do you know so much? I heard that someone in other counties used this iron pile to produce black oil. It can be cooked but not eaten. Is it the oil you mentioned?"

When all the villagers heard the old man say this, they were even more surprised.

"Uncle? Is this really the case?"

"Can this kid really use it?"

"How is that possible? Isn't this kid just making up a fool, right?"

The villagers around were all looking at Ye Qiu in surprise.

Ye Qiu said proudly: "No, because I am from China!"

"What? Are you Chinese?"

When he heard Ye Qiu say this, the audience was in an uproar and looked at Ye Qiu in horror.

"This is incredible!"

"Impossible, I've never heard of Chinese people coming down?"

Everyone was shocked, but the old man said politely: "Young man, you are so empty-handed, how can we believe that you are a Chinese?"

Ye Qiu shook his head and said, "How do you ask me to prove this? Chinese people are the same as you, with dark eyes, black hair, and yellow skin. But if you ask me to see this drilling rig, if I want to know how to use it, wouldn't it prove that I am Chinese?"

After Ye Qiu said this, the villagers around him were nervous.

"That won't work. What if you break it?"

"Yes, this is the last hope in our village."

The villagers talked all the time, and most of them disagreed.

Ye Qiu frowned and said a little impatiently: "You don't know how to use it now? So what's the difference between this thing being bad or not? Why don't you let me try it? You're already at the end of your life now? Are you still afraid of losing something?"

Ye Qiu's words made all the villagers silent for a moment. The old man pondered for a while, then said, "Young man, since you said that, then try it. You are right. We really have no choice."

"Uncle!"

"Uncle!"

When the other villagers saw that the old man had agreed to Ye Qiu, they immediately became anxious and hurriedly stopped him.

The old man waved his hand and angrily shouted: "Who can use this thing to make water? You? You? Or you? If you can't speak, then shut up!"

The old man pointed with his fingers, and all the villagers' faces turned red, but then they couldn't speak again.

Ye Qiu nodded gratefully to the old man, and then climbed up the drilling machine.

When Ye Qiu got into the cab, several villagers asked the old man in a low voice.

"Uncle, how could you let him use such an important thing?"

"Yes, we don't even know where he is!"

"If this is not careful, it will be over."

The old man said with a serious expression: "I feel that this young man may really be a Chinese."

"What? Uncle, are you confused?"

"You can't believe it just because he said it was you!"

The old man shook his head and took out the title of the book from his arms with the words "Guanglu of Zen Master Hongzhi". Then the old man turned on a page, pointed at it, and showed it to the surrounding villagers.

It reads: "If you can go like this, you may be happy, and you may be willing to go there before it happens."

The old man said seriously: "This is a Chinese book I bought at the market. Because it is of no value, it sells it cheaply. It is extremely rare compared to the books circulating on the market now. Do you think it may be so coincidental that it has read the same book as me?"

All the villagers were shocked.

And at this moment, a huge sound rang out.

“Rumbling…”

The drilling machine's engine was filled with black smoke, and the drill bit was rammed violently into the soil.

All the villagers were stupid.

"Move...move...move!!!"

"It's really moving!"

"The village is saved!"

The old man also looked at Ye Qiu walking out of the cab with tears in his eyes, his lips trembling so hard that he couldn't speak. This so-called unintentional insertion of willows was really realized!

Ye Qiu also felt a cold sweat in his heart. He was originally trying it out, but he didn't expect that the drilling machine had not been rusted after five hundred years, and the reserve fuel tank was not leaked. Ye Qiu looked at the oil meter and it was fine to get the remaining amount of oil to 500 meters deep!

What a great Chinese product!

Long live China's manufacturing!

Immediately afterwards, a stream of mud burst out from the drilling hole, and then the rolling clear streams sprinkled on the ground, and the villagers went crazy.

"There is water! The water is coming!"

"Ah... God has eyes!"

"Save, we are all saved!"

"Woooo... I thought everyone couldn't stand this year!"

The villagers hugged each other and cried, some rolled in the mud, and some ran wildly into the village to report the good news.

Ye Qiu suddenly felt a little relieved as a trivial matter. He had been strong for too long, which led to the habit of looking at people from a high place. He seemed to have forgotten that he was also a member of the mortal.

Only when the original intention remains unchanged can one achieve the end. I am afraid that it is because I have forgotten my roots.

"Ding Dong! Congratulations to the host, installing a pussy that saves people, rewards reputation value of 10 points, and obtains the opportunity to unlock a non-combat skill."
Chapter completed!