Two days later, Wenhan brought back a pickaxe head from the town. The pickaxe needed a handle, so Wenhan asked his father to get one sorted for it.
Zhixin looked at the peculiar object, knowing it was a pickaxe head, "Wenhan, what is this thing you've got? Such a wide pickaxe head, what can it do?"
Wenhan was also a bit unsure and said softly, "Dad, this is for digging ginseng soil. You attach a handle, then go try it out to see if it's more efficient than the old type."
Zhixin examined the new pickaxe head carefully and thought it might work. "Alright, I'll find some wood. Looking at it, it seems like it might be pretty effective. I just wonder if it's too heavy due to its width," Zhixin mumbled to himself while looking for a pickaxe handle. He measured, made some minor adjustments with the family plane, and then fitted the pickaxe head. In a farmer's household, all sorts of handles for different implements were kept ready, so there was no need to chop down trees on the spot.
