Sun Dazhuang agreed, and An Ning immediately perked up. She was deeply interested in anything related to farming.
"Captain, I need three iron posts, three meters long and twenty centimeters thick; one hundred meters of steel cable; four spur gears with a module of one millimeter, an addendum of one millimeter, and a dedendum of 1.5 millimeters; and I also need…"
"Hold on!"
An Ning looked directly at Sun Dazhuang, who had cut her off, and asked in confusion, "What's wrong?"
'What's wrong?'
Sun Dazhuang wanted to know what was wrong, too. Never mind that he hadn't understood most of it—he didn't even have the steel cables and iron posts she mentioned at the beginning.
"An Ning, do you think our village has any of that stuff? We don't even have enough hoes to work the fields."
"We don't?"
An Ning didn't understand the local level of technology. All she knew was that Ancient Earth had a vast variety of crops, which in her mind already made it an incredible place.
