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

Just after accepting the mission, the mission target came to the door.

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

"Watch me do it."

Zhang Zheng picked up the handle of the stone chisel with one hand and aimed it at a small exposed edge of the ore. The sharp chisel head fell on the earth and stone at the junction. The earth and stone fell rustlingly, and a small part of the ore was exposed again. He clicked dozens of times.

, a piece of ore half the size of a human head rolled down from the rock wall and between the mud and mud.

After loading the ore into the backpack, Zhang Zheng turned to the girl and instructed her on how to hold the stone chisel, "You can try to hold the handle as far back as possible to save effort."

"Never 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 shaken so hard that it fell to the ground.

The girl raised her head, her eyes sparkling with water, she seemed to be crying but not crying, "Sister, am I useless?"

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

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

Catching a glimpse of Na Yaguo's movements from the corner of his eye, Zhang Zheng truly felt the powerlessness of "mud cannot hold up a wall, and rotten wood cannot be carved."

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

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

As the mining speed slowed down, the sound of the ping-pong-pang-pang-pong-pang-pong collision of stone and iron beside me became clearer, disorganized, chaotic, and hard to hear.

The task requires gaining Naya Guo's trust within ten months. Since the timeline is so long, it is obvious that gaining her trust is an extremely difficult task.

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

If it were anyone else, not to mention the low efficiency, anyone who dared to break the ore into cracks would be lucky not to be beaten to death by Foreman Liu.

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

Zhang Zheng changed the topic and stopped the topic Na Yaoguo still wanted to explore.

Zhang Zheng thought for a moment and then told her her real name, but it wasn't really her real name, "My name is Shui Qingzheng."

It's better to just figure it out slowly, let her take the initiative to look for him, and give her time to slowly let go of her suspicions.

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

Maybe Na Yaguo is suspicious by nature, or maybe she has a cold nature, and if she gets too enthusiastic, it will easily arouse her suspicion, which will be self-defeating.

"It doesn't matter. You will inevitably make mistakes the first time. It will get better if you try it a few times."

I just don’t know, why does such a powerful girl come to mine in the mine? Is it possible that she has nothing to do to experience the life at the bottom?

There was no reply for a moment, Zhang Zheng looked her over a few times, unable to determine whether she was really weak or did it on purpose.

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

This girl is really not simple. Zhang Zheng suppressed the surprise in his heart and explained to her calmly: "This is a mining area. There are twenty-nine areas in total. Each area is managed by a chief foreman. The ore is filled with this area."

The basket on your back is almost the same. Meals are distributed from time to time in the mine. Only when you carry a load of ore to the incinerator room, hand it over to the miner slaves, and get a meal sign from the refinery, can you go to the kitchen to get food."

Sure enough, it didn't take long for Nayaguo to come looking for her again.

Until dusk, thousands of countless bright green candles slowly rise in the mine, suspended in mid-air. The candlelight is reflected on the dark ore and muddy loess, reflecting a faint green light.

It looks blurry and makes your eyes hurt when you look at it.

How should I put it? It's really useless. Even a child of seven or eight years old is not strong enough to use sharp tools to leave only such a shallow mark on the stone wall.

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

But precisely because of this, Zhang Zheng became more and more convinced that the life experience, or power, behind the girl who called herself Nayaguo was definitely not simple.

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

Every blow almost landed in an unexpected place. A complete piece of ore was hit with cracks all over it, and only half of the stone wall was exposed. It can be said that the stone wall is more complete than the ore.

Zhang Zheng picked up the stone chisel from the ground. The old man's blood on the back end of the chisel had dried up and merged with the dark black chisel. Without a closer look, there was no clue.

She pointed to the backpack next to the girl that was covered with a layer of ground, "This backpack will be yours from now on. It already contains a little ore, so you can relax this time."

The girl rubbed the rough edge of the backpack and nodded, "I understand."

There was probably only one more piece of iron ore in the backpack than she had in the future, and it was still finely crushed iron ore.

However, the labor slaves in the mines can only have two hours of rest in the middle of the night. Their eyes are destined to be completely damaged and blind.

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

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

The girl's cold expression suddenly changed to a confused look, and she shook her head, "I don't know, no one told me."

And she had both. She clearly sensed that Liu Gong passed by nearby the first few times and cast extremely distressed looks at this place, but she did not dare to step forward and wandered away elsewhere.

Zhang Zheng was amused by his conjecture, and looked away, focusing on the stone chisel in his hand and the ore under the chisel.

"Okay, let's go mining quickly. It's going to be dark soon, and it will be difficult to see clearly and dig more by then."

"Shui Qingzheng?" Na Yaoguo murmured these three words and clapped her hands with a smile: "Sister's name is really nice. Where did she come from? Sister's parents must be knowledgeable people.

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Zhang Zheng: "..."

His heart tightened, Zhang Zheng pretended not to want to mention the past, and his tone was slightly sad, "The past is just the past, and it is useless to mention it again."

Sharp gong sounds came from all directions, and then stopped after three tones.

Na Yaoguo came up to her face furtively and asked in a low voice: "Sister, why are you banging the gong all of a sudden? What are you doing?"

Zhang Zheng's eyes flashed slightly, and he lowered his voice and explained to her, "Blowing the gong three times means it's time to rest. Mining workers can rest for two hours late at night, and knocking the gong three times is the signal."

Na Yaguo looked around, but as soon as the gong was struck, nearly 90% of the labor slaves were already lying on the spot. The rest time was hard-won and should not be wasted.
Chapter completed!