When Mr. Chen heard this voice, he quickly signaled Zheng Yi to be quiet, then opened the door and walked out.
With a smile on his face: "Manager Qing, I am not a little old man, I don't want to pay enough."
"But you also know the situation of my family. Two sons died one after another. With my old bones left, even if I am exhausted, I won’t be able to hand over so much.”
< br>"Why don't you tell the big manager above and demote the little boy's family? I will definitely pay the full amount according to my head count."
"Bah!" was called The man in charge of Qing said disdainfully: "Who do you think you are and you want to teach me how to do things?"
"Let me tell you, this year's quota has been set. Don't say that only two people in your family died. Even if the whole family is a ghost, you still have to pay the quota in full."
"Otherwise If so, don’t blame me for being rude.”
Zheng Yi looked at the extremely arrogant guy through the gap in the board.
Although Mr. Chen asked Fang Qing to take charge of things, looking at this man's unseemly clothes, you can tell that this guy is just a little person who pretends to be powerful.
It's just that county officials are not as good as township officials. Ordinary people like Mr. Chen can be more polite, so they won't suffer too much.
"Yes, you are right, Manager Qing. It was the little old man who said the wrong thing."
"I will go to the mine with you now. I will fight for it no matter what. If I pay my full share for this year, I will definitely not be able to do it." It will delay your business."
Steward Qing snorted: "You'd better keep your word. It’s not me who will be in trouble if we walk.”
“I’ll give you a stick of incense to gather in the village, and I’ll call the other people.”
“You lazy people. With the same muddy legs, why can’t anyone make me feel at ease?”
After Manager Qing left, the old man returned to the house and took out a tattered backpack and a pickaxe from the cabinet next to him.
The wooden handle of the iron pickaxe was polished until it became shiny. It was obviously something that was used frequently.
"Mr. Chen, do you really want to go mining?" Although Zheng Yi still doesn't know what the fire rock mine is.
But he knows one thing: no matter in any world, mining is definitely one of the most difficult jobs in the world.
Even those strong young men may not be able to withstand the high-intensity work, let alone a lot of old people.
And through his conversation with the young steward, Zheng Yi was able to guess a lot of things.
Obviously, although Mr. Chen's two sons died, his share of the distribution did not disappear because of the death.
On the contrary, the workload that required two strong laborers to complete fell on the shoulders of an old man.
Zheng Yi can be sure that if this old man really goes to work in the mines, he will never survive for long.
After all, the other party saved him, and Zheng Yi would not let it go.
"Old man, leave this job to me. Don't worry, I will help you complete your share."
Hua Chen shook his head like a rattle: "No, this is absolutely not possible."
"Xiao Zheng, I know you have good intentions, but you must not You can do this."
"Listen to the old man's advice. Once you get involved in this, it won't be that easy to leave."
"I understand. "Zheng Yi said seriously: "But I can't watch you die, can I?"
Zheng Yi understood what Mr. Chen meant. A person of unknown origin suddenly appeared here. Without a suitable identity, he would definitely attract the attention of the Zhao family.
So, Zheng Yi can only appear as a relative of Mr. Chen.
It is easy for a big living person like him to show up, but if he wants to leave later...
I am afraid it will be even more difficult.
Although Zheng Yi didn't want to attract attention, Mr. Chen saved him after all. He couldn't really just watch the old man die, could he?
Moreover, this is also an opportunity to understand the world more deeply.
The reason why Zheng Yi made this choice actually had another more important purpose.
Cang Yue Yanhuang wanted to kill him in his original world.
But...
Princess Iron Fan swallowed Sun Wukong, who will win and who loses will only begin now.
"My youngest son's tools will be left to you, Xiao Zheng." Mr. Chen took out another set of mining tools and handed them to Zheng Yi.
It wasn’t until he actually picked it up that Zheng Yi was surprised to find that this seemingly ordinary iron pickaxe was much heavier than expected.
I checked with my spiritual sense and found that the material used to make the iron pickaxe turned out to be fine gold iron that can be used to practice Qi.
Although this kind of fine gold iron is only the most common weapon refining material, it is only used when making foundation-building spiritual weapons.
But after all, this is a weapon-making material, not the ordinary iron.
Such material, if placed in the Great Yu Immortal Dynasty, would be worth one hundred thousand taels of gold as big as a fist.
But here, it was actually made into an iron pickaxe for mining.
Although he was surprised, Zheng Yi's face did not change at all.
Each world has its own special circumstances, since mining picks must be forged with materials used to make spiritual weapons.
The fire rock mine they want to dig is obviously not an ordinary mineral.
"Xiao Zheng, when Manager Qing asks, I will tell him that you are my distant nephew. As long as you can work, they will not delve into your identity."
Think about Mr. Chen for a while He warned again: "Xiao Zheng, you are a monk, you are different from ordinary people like us."
"Then Zhao Qing is just a dog of the Zhao family. , If he says something that shouldn't be said later, for the sake of my face, don't be as knowledgeable as him."
Zheng Yi laughed: "Don't worry, Mr. Chen, I know it well."
The old man was worried that because he was young and energetic, he would be scolded by the guy named Zhao Qing, and then start a fight with him.
No matter who wins or loses, he will be the unlucky one.
When the two of them arrived at the entrance of the village with their tools, there were already about twenty people waiting here.
The oldest of these people is more than forty years old, and the youngest may be around seventeen or eighteen years old.
No matter whether they are old or young, they all look dark-skinned and thin.
And Zheng Yi also discovered that everyone here is a monk, without exception.
The stronger ones include Mr. Chen, who is probably in the middle stage of Qi training.
The weakest one is also a real monk in the Qi training period.
In other words, any person here would be quite capable of fighting in his Great Yu Immortal Dynasty.
But in this Cangyan world, they are just a group of miners who don't even have enough to eat.
When these people saw Mr. Chen, they all looked sympathetic.
Although their life is not very good, they still have strong laborers at home, and they can barely get by no matter how difficult the life is.
But in Chen’s hometown, only their grandfather and grandson are left. Even so, the tasks assigned by the Zhao family were not reduced by half because of their difficulties. They were simply forcing people to death. A man in his forties came up to him: "Uncle Chen...who is this little brother?"
Zheng Yi looked like he had never done any hard work. , suddenly appeared among them, and there was a sense of déjà vu that stood out from the crowd.
Mr. Chen told the people in the same village the identities they had agreed upon before.
Although the others were a little surprised, they didn't say much.
In such a small village, everyone knows each other very well. How could a distant relative appear suddenly that no one has ever seen before?
However, they did not ask any more questions. Instead, they took the initiative to say hello to Zheng Yi, looking very familiar.
The man who came up just now is called Zhou Shitou. Although he looks inconspicuous, he is the village chief of Hewan Village.
"Xiao Zhou, I don't need to say more about the situation at your uncle's family. Whether he can survive this winter or not, I all depend on you."
"Don't worry, we won't stand idly by. Whenever we have free time, we will definitely help."
A nasty voice sounded: "Didn't you see that everyone is waiting for you like this? You are dawdling, yes Don’t you want to work?”
As the voice fell, Zhao Qing kicked a young man to the ground.
The villagers in Hewan Village are already thin enough, but compared with the young man in front of them, they are like heaven and earth.
As the young man struggled to get up, his arms were still shaking.
The patched clothes on his body looked like they were hanging on a clothes pole.
The eye sockets are sunken, and there is almost only a piece of skin left on the face.
"Yes...I'm sorry, Manager Qing, I will do my best." The young man finally got up, not caring that he had just been kicked, and hurriedly apologized to Zhao Qing.
Zhao Qing sneered disdainfully: "If it weren't for the fact that your father is a scholar and has worked for the Zhao family for several years, trash like you would have been thrown to the dogs long ago."
< br>"If you dare to waste my time again next time, I will break your legs."
As he spoke, Zhao Qing saw Zheng Yi at a glance.
There is no way to see it, among a bunch of haggard and submissive villagers.
Standing there, as straight as a sharp sword, the outstanding Zheng Yi is really too conspicuous.
"Who are you? Why have I never seen you before?" Zhao Qing asked coldly with gloomy eyes.
Mr. Chen quickly explained with a smile: "Guanshi Qing, this is my nephew Yuanfang, who is here to visit relatives today."
"I heard that because of the last mining disaster, we may not be able to complete the tasks assigned above, so I came here to help."
"Oh?" Zhao Qing rolled his eyes: "Boy, Old Chen Is everything true?"
Zheng Yi restrained his temper and said to Zhao Qing respectfully: "It's causing trouble for Steward Qing."
Although he was confused about Zheng Yi's origin, for Zhao Qing, one more person can do it Life is always good.
As for whether this guy has other purposes, there is no need to worry at all.
Looking at the entire Cangyan world, no one dares to go against the Zhao family.
"You kid, I don't care what you are here to do. But you'd better work hard for me. If I find you daring to cheat, I won't let you off easy."
< br>Zheng Yi followed the villagers and waited here for a while, when a row of carriages stopped at the entrance of the village.
The horse pulling the cart is not an ordinary horse, it is obviously a spiritual beast.
Two horses actually pulled a row of more than a dozen carts, which looked like trains from a distance.
"Don't waste time, hurry up and get in the carriage for me." Before the carriage stopped, Zhao Qing was already eagerly urging everyone to get on the carriage.
The carriage stopped twice along the way, and two more groups of people were picked up.
Basically, a cart pulls villagers from a village.
After picking up all the villagers, the carriage gradually picked up speed.
Although there are dirt roads here and the road conditions are not particularly good, the carriage did not run very bumpy at that time, and I don’t know what magic was used.
After running like this for about a cup of tea, the carriage entered a huge mine.
This mine is hundreds of meters high and looks like an ancient behemoth with a bloody mouth.
The light of the sun was replaced by an unknown stone.
These stones emit orange light. Although it cannot compare with the sunlight, it still illuminates the dark mine pit brightly.
Zhao Qing, who was bossing around in front of these villagers just now, seemed to be a completely different person at this time.
He jogged and came to a middle-aged man who looked a little fat: "Steward, I have brought all these mud legs."
The middle-aged man just nodded slightly, put down the tea cup in his hand and said: "There is a shortage of people in the Bingwu Mine today. Send them all over there."
Zhao Qingcai was just about to leave when the middle-aged man He said calmly: "By the way, if I remember correctly, your distribution this year seems not to have been very satisfactory."
"Keep an eye on those mud-legged people and don't let them be lazy. Just in case. If I can’t finish my share, I won’t be able to explain it to the masters.”
“Go down.”
With such a light word, Zhao Qing suddenly broke into a cold sweat, and gritted his teeth and said: "Don't worry, manager, if they can't complete their quota, I will never spare them."
Zhao Qing, who was scolded, was even more shocked. It doesn't please anyone.
On the way to the mine, several people were scolded inexplicably.
"Xiao Zheng, just follow me in a moment." Mr. Chen whispered to Zheng Yi.
After entering the mine, the two men quickly selected a place to dig.
"Xiao Zheng, this fire rock mine is not difficult to find." As he said this, Lao Chen pointed to the glowing stones around him.
“These bright things are fire rock minerals, but because the quality is too low, they can only be used for lighting.”
“Don’t work too hard, just dig casually first.”< br>
Entering the mine and getting in close contact with these volcanic rocks, Zheng Yi could clearly feel the surging fire spiritual power contained in these volcanic rocks.
Even those that Mr. Chen said were useless and could only be used as lighting tools, the fire aura inside them was extremely surging.
If Cang Yue Yanhuang can cultivate to the stage of enlightenment, I am afraid that the use of these fire rock mines is indispensable.
Even through the rocks, Zheng Yi could clearly feel the large or small fire energy inside.
Just find a place and go down with a pickaxe.
There was a crisp sound, and Zheng Yi's hands were numb from the powerful shock.
Mr. Chen quickly said: "Look at me, an old fool, I have forgotten to tell you such an important thing."
"Although this igneous rock mine can be found everywhere, the rock surrounding the ore is extremely hard. It is almost impossible to dig it out with brute force."
"So, you have to do this..." (End of this chapter)