I climb the fairy ladder by farming

"Sister, can you teach me how to use a stone chisel?"

Just after receiving the task, the target of the task came to the door.

The girl was holding a stone chisel in her hand, and her pair of watery and sparkling eyes were full of confusion. The pupils were faintly green, like cat pupils, looking straight into Zhang Zheng's eyes.

"You watch me do it."

Zhang Zheng picked up the handle of the stone chisel with one hand, pointed at a small part of the edge exposed by the ore, and the sharp chisel head fell to the soil and rock at the junction, the soil and stone fell rustlingly, and a small part of the ore was exposed again, with dozens of clicks , a piece of ore half the size of a human head rolled down from between the stone wall and the mud.

Putting the ore into the back basket, Zhang Zheng turned to the girl, and instructed her how to hold the stone chisel, "You can try to hold the back of the handle as much as possible to save effort."

"Don't hit the ore. Use a little force against the edge of the ore. If the ore is broken, the foreman will definitely punish you. Come on, try it first."

"Click-"

With a crisp sound, the stone chisel only left a shallow mark on the stone wall, but was knocked out of hand and fell to the ground with a clang.

The girl raised her head, the water in her eyes was shining brightly, she seemed to be crying but not crying, "Sister, am I useless?"

Zhang Zheng: "..."

How should I put it, it's really useless.Even the strength of a child of seven or eight years old is not enough to leave such a shallow mark on the stone wall with the help of sharp tools.

There was no answer for a while, Zhang Zheng sized her up a few times, unable to determine whether she was really weak or intentional.

"It's okay, it's inevitable that you will make mistakes the first time, it will be fine if you do it a few more times."

Zhang Zheng picked up the stone chisel from the ground. The old man's blood on the back of the chisel had dried up and merged with the dark black chisel.

Subconsciously wiping it with his sleeve, Zhang Zheng handed the stone chisel to the girl again, "Come on, try a few more times, it will get better slowly, if you have any questions, you can tell me."

After that, Zhang Zheng turned around and held his stone chisel to continue mining ore.

The girl lowered her head, staring blankly at the stone chisel in her hand, curling her lips in disgust.

"By the way, you just got here, do you know the rules here?"

A familiar voice suddenly sounded, and Zhang Zheng turned around at some point and was looking at her.

The girl's cold expression changed instantly, she put on a confused expression, and shook her head, "I don't know, no one told me about it."

This girl is really not simple. Zhang Zheng suppressed the doubt in his heart and explained to her nonchalantly: "This is a mine, with a total of 29 areas, and each area is managed by a chief foreman. The ore is filled with this basket. It’s almost a chip, and the mine distributes food from time to time, and only when you carry a chip of ore to the incinerator room, hand it over to the miner slaves, and get a meal card from the refinery, can you go to the kitchen to get food.”

She pointed to the pannier next to the girl, which had been laid on the bottom layer, "This pannier will be yours from now on, and it already contains a little ore, so you can relax this time."

The girl rubbed the rough edge of the back basket, nodded, "Understood."

Seeing that she had understood, Zhang Zheng was about to turn back and continue digging his own mine when the girl stopped him again.

"Sister, you are so kind to me, may I know your name? By the way, my name is Na Kuo."

Zhang Zheng thought for a moment, then told her his real name, but it was not his real name, "My name is Shui Qingzheng."

"Shui Qingzheng?" Na Kuo murmured these three words, clapped her hands with a smile on her face, and said, "Sister's name is really nice, where did Sister come from? Sister's parents must be well-educated people." .”

With a tense heart, Zhang Zheng pretended not to want to mention the past, and said in a sad tone, "The past is just the past, and it's useless to mention it."

"Okay, let's go digging, it's getting dark, and it's hard to see and dig."

Zhang Zheng changed the topic, and stopped the topic that Na Binguo wanted to continue exploring.

Until dusk, thousands of innumerable bright green candles rose slowly in the mine, suspended in midair, and reflected on the dark ore and muddy loess stones, reflecting faint green light, bordering It looks blurry and hurts the eyes.

Living in such an environment for a long time, the damage to the eyes will only get worse, until you can no longer see anything clearly.

However, the labor slaves in the mine can only have two hours of rest every night until late at night, and their eyes are destined to be completely destroyed and blind.

Fortunately, practice can wash the essence and cut the marrow, just like rejuvenating the bones. The five senses of monks are sharper than ordinary people, and their eyes and ears are clear.

In this way, Zhang Zheng didn't feel that the dark night had caused her much trouble, but in order not to stand out from the crowd, and just to be lazy, she still slowed down the speed of mining.

As the speed of mining slowly slows down, the sound of stone iron beside you became clearer, no rules, chaotic, and difficult to enter the ears.

From the corner of the eye, Zhang Zheng caught a glimpse of Na Guoguo's movements, and Zhang Zheng really felt the powerlessness of "mud can't support the wall, and rotten wood can't be carved".

Almost every blow landed in an unexpected place, and a complete piece of ore was knocked full of cracks, and only half of the stone wall was exposed. It can be said that the stone wall is more complete than the ore.

There is probably only one piece of iron ore in the back basket compared to her future time, and it is still a fragmented iron ore.

But because of this, Zhang Zheng became more and more convinced that the life experience, or power behind the girl who claimed to be Na Binguo was definitely not simple.

If it were other people, not to mention the low efficiency, anyone who dared to crush the ore and cracked it would be lucky not to be beaten to death by Foreman Liu.

And she, both of them, she clearly sensed that Foreman Liu passed by the neighborhood several times and cast extremely distressed gazes at this place, but she didn't dare to go forward and wandered away to other places.

The most important thing is that Na Guoguo knew that she would be punished by the foreman, but she could still be so careless. Naturally, she knew the power behind her, and no one here dared to embarrass her.

I just don't know, what does such a powerful girl come to dig in the mine?Is it possible to have nothing to do to experience the life at the bottom?

Zhang Zheng was amused by his conjecture, turned his eyes away, and focused on the stone chisel in his hand and the ore under the chisel.

The task required to gain Na Kuo's trust within ten months. Since the timeline was so long, it was obvious that gaining her trust was extremely difficult.

Maybe Naguo is suspicious by nature, or maybe she is cold by nature, and she is too enthusiastic to approach her, which will easily arouse her suspicion and self-defeating.

It's better to just take it slowly like this, let her take the initiative to find herself, and give her a time to let go of her doubts.

Sure enough, it didn't take long before Na Binguo found her again.

The sky was completely replaced by pitch black, and faint green candlelight floated in the air like ghost lights.

Sharp gongs came from all directions, three beeps.

Na Guoguo approached furtively, and asked in a low voice, "Sister, why did you suddenly strike the gong? What is this for?"

Zhang Zheng's eyes flickered slightly, and he lowered his voice to explain to her, "Three beeps of the gong mean it's time to rest. Mining slaves can rest for two hours in the middle of the night, and the three beeps of the gong are a signal."

Na Kuo looked around, but just after the gong was struck, nearly [-]% of the labor slaves had already lay down on the spot, and the rest time was not easy to come by, so don't waste any of it.

If she realized something, she murmured: "Oh, so it is like this."