I'm brushing proficiency in the realm of comprehension

Chapter 1 Miner Xiao Zhou
"It's time to eat, hurry up, hurry up!" The rough and barbaric shout echoed in the dark mine tunnel.

People with tired looks and iron rings on their limbs and necks walked towards the entrance of the mine step by step, holding the mining equipment in their hands.

After they got out of the mine, they lined up to receive a portion of food from the hands of the overseer with a face full of flesh, and walked aside to eat.

The food is very simple, just ordinary steamed buns with some fried, slightly oily pickles sandwiched in the middle.

Two meals a day, two steamed buns per meal.

While drinking water, Zhou You sent steamed buns down. He ate very fast. He got up early in the morning to work. Now it was noon, and he was really hungry.

After choking on the last steamed bun in three or five mouthfuls, he gulped down a big mouthful of water.

Two steamed buns, mixed with cold water, he will be about [-]% full.

Zhou You breathed a sigh of relief, and looked up at the white clouds floating above the blue sky.

"Freedom..." he sighed.

People travel through time, not to mention becoming immortals and ancestors, at least they can achieve a happy life.

Why did I come to my own place, and I still have to work hard for others to mine mines every day...

More than two months ago.

His soul passed through this body.

There was no accident, and the memory of the owner of this body was inherited smoothly.

But with your eyes closed, the more you look back, the more outrageous it feels.

This was originally a cultivator in the Foundation Establishment Realm, but he was trapped here and dug up the spirit stone for two years!

An inch-wide black ring was worn on the limbs and neck.

It was also this metal ring that sealed the monk's spiritual power.

This thing is specially prepared by this family for monks who are mining.

Why use monks to mine?

Naturally, because monks are more durable than ordinary people!
Although small monks in the realm of refining qi and building foundations are considered very low-level existences.

But this physical body has been tempered by spiritual power, and it is much stronger and stronger than ordinary people.

This spirit stone deposit has grown extremely firmly, and without a handful of strength, it really can't be knocked down.

Moreover, you can't just hold up a tool and knock it without thinking. If it is broken, it will be worthless.

The irregular spirit stones knocked down by the miners from the stone wall will be processed by this family into regular spirit stones the size of walnuts.

Of course, the remaining leftovers will also have other uses.

The spirit stones are also divided into grades, the upper, middle and lower grades, and there are top-grade spirit stones on top of them.

This Zhao family is considered a small family, and it only occupies a vein of low-grade spirit stones.

Although all the products produced are low-grade spirit stones, I heard that the Zhao family has to pay a lot of money every year if they want to keep this piece of land.

To put it bluntly, Zhou You is a miner here, but to put it bluntly, everyone present here, including him, are slaves...

Some of these little monks were casual cultivators who were introduced by "friends", and some were bought by the Zhao family.

Zhou You's predecessor was one of the deceived ones.

"It's two hundred and five, damn it!" Thinking about it, Zhou You couldn't help cursing.

There is no danger to explore the periphery of any secret realm, and I will give you 100 yuan of low-grade spirit stones, but anyone with a little IQ can't easily believe this!

Isn't it, after all, I still probed myself in.

Turning his head to look, the unlucky people who were in the same situation as himself, who were eating, couldn't be happy in Zhou You's heart.

Although this family business is quite formal, the lives of these workers are also miserable.

The Zhao family hired a strong golden core man, leading twenty or thirty supervisors to watch over them, and they all had small leather whips pinned to their waists.

The monks put on clothes with numbers on them, and paid spirit stones according to the numbers every day. If they didn't have enough, they would be severely whipped in public.

There were a total of two hundred people, including very few female monks, but there were also twenty or thirty people who were not clear to the supervisors. They lived a lighter life every day, and it was said that they would improve their food occasionally.

After these two and a half months of experience, Zhou You understood what it meant to be a predator of the jungle.

The cultivator whose spiritual power was locked and trapped in the cage is not honest, this gang of bastards, a group of more than a dozen people, is looking for those weak characters to bully, like a gang of punks.

In addition to grabbing some food for two meals, they occasionally grab some spirit stones to pay to their superiors.

Of course, not doing things to the extreme is also the reason why they can live till now.

Zhou You was looking at the dozen or so guys wandering around with a dog-watching expression when he was suddenly patted on the shoulder.

Sitting next to him, a young man who looked only fifteen or sixteen years old asked with a smile, "Brother Zhou, what are you looking at?"

"Look at the dog fighting people for food." Zhou You laughed, and stopped looking at those dirty things, and turned his head to look at the people beside him.

The boy was wearing the same simple white shirt and trousers as Zhou You's. On the number plate on his chest, the number 210 was written.

This boy's name is Zhang Yuan, he is new here last month, he is different from himself, this boy was bought by the Zhao family with real money, his cultivation level is not yet established, he is in the Qi refining period, I don't know What, it fell into the hands of human traffickers since childhood.

This kid is a little naive and a little bit...

It's the kind that sees someone fighting and runs up to try to persuade them.

Not at all, the consciousness of being a slave miner.

When Zhang Yuan heard Zhou You say this, he also looked at those monks who wanted to steal food from others.

These guys are so bad!
"Brother Zhou, we should think of a way to educate them!" The boy said words that matched Zhou You's evaluation.

Zhou Youcai ignored his thoughts, leaned against the stone wall, and kept thinking about how to escape from the mine.

In the previous life, I had no worries and cares, but now I have traveled to the realm of cultivation, and it is quite good to be a free and easy monk.

But the five black rings on his body were firmly locked in the spirit stone mine, turning him into a miner who couldn't even eat enough.

Zhou You has never been so eager for freedom.

Knowing all the memories of his predecessor, of course he knows what a wonderful world this is.

This is a more orthodox world of comprehension.

There are adventures, opportunities, and too many unknowns.

There are also those incomparably powerful magical spells that can move mountains and seas.

But his predecessor was just a weak casual cultivator, he was tricked here just after stepping into Foundation Establishment, for him, this world was also extremely mysterious, and everything was just hearsay.

If Zhou You wants to understand, he can only see it with his own eyes.

In short, no matter what it looks like outside, it is definitely better than squatting in this mine and watching these overseers whipping people with whips.

(End of this chapter)