"How about it?"

"Not really." Craft let go of the small ore in his hand. It was red and dark in color, nearly a piece of solidified dry blood. When it rolled down the steep slope, William thought of the red tears shed.

Sitting at the entrance of the mine, there was a pile of such ore under his butt, like a liquid mixed with blood and accumulated in his hollow eye sockets, and it was about to flow out and overflow.

For outsiders, seeing these mines for too many times does not mean that they are treated as usual. The more common they are, the more strange it is how so many caves of large and small form are formed. The wriggling throats of miners also make people have a bad imagination of mines.

These days, at the request of Craft, Peter took them to the working mines one by one. The years of operation did not increase the scale of settlements, but maintained a model of family successive and village-based units, with outputs adapting to transportation capacity.

The mining time of larger mines can be calculated. Young miners and their parents are working inside. They are so familiar that they can remind outsiders to be careful of which special stone under their feet, and remember whose kid fell down there last time.

The cave straight downward did not fork, and Craft followed them to the place where they usually worked, and could walk for more than ten minutes away. Then an invisible boundary separated the activity area from the "deeper". They stopped working and let Craft see what needed it himself.

It was rare for ancestors to see it. Even if there was, they would lose their ability to work. They sat in the shade at the base of the village wall, naked, and breathed significantly. Typical signs of difficulty in inhalation were manifested in them. The skin on the sternum and collarbone were deeply concave, just like Yin Feng's father.

The dust flying at the mining site quickly forced out the enthusiastic visitors. The miners were also troubled by these things that caused coughing and sneezing in daily life, but they did not directly associate it with lung disease, or had no time to confirm it when they thought about it, so they naturally would not cover their mouths and noses while working hard for coughing and sneezing.

After all, dust causes lung disease or something that requires long-term observation and summary. The cycle is in years. Without clear and sufficient comparisons, it is difficult to win the trust of others. Obviously, there is no one here who can do this.

There was nothing found on the ore, and Craft jumped from the mine pile with a small bag. "Iron or iron ore, the one they mined the most is iron ore. It was iron ore for ten years, and it will be in ten years."

"Then what are you doing here? What... masks are you recommending to them?"

After visiting two or three settlements a week ago, Craft began his confusion, trying to recommend a lower face mask made of cloth and two strips of cloth to the locals.

He claimed to be a survey that may be beneficial to the miners' lung disease.

"Yes, but the form has changed." Craft took out two heavily worn copper coins from his pocket, privately minted. "I plan to sell them one copper coins."

"Are you sure how many people can buy it? But before, no one can use it for trial." William still has market sensitivity. In a relatively closed village, it is very difficult to persuade them as a stranger.

You should know that he has been with the Bingyuan Tribe for so long, but he still hasn't been able to get used to the fact that he didn't have before to integrate into daily life.

"There won't be many people buying it. Or after I helped people solve some minor problems, two people paid for it. Can it be considered another form of medical treatment?" The copper coins passed by the fingers, turned back to their palms, and were stuffed back into the bag.

"Spend money to make people feel that things are valuable. They will use them for a few days. These days they will make their coughs and sneezes better, at least they feel that they are effective psychologically. What's more, they have a mask with a 'herbal formula'."

Herbs are the mainstream of medical care at present, but William has never heard Craft mention it before, "So you still know herbs?"

"I don't understand. I just found a kind of grassroots juice with a clear taste. Let them guess. After the opportunity to promote it, maybe some inheritance formulas will be formed. It is secretly circulated and only used in a small range." Craft attached to William's ear and said, but the miners were far from rest. They were still in the mine cave, and no one came to eavesdrop on their conversation.

"The key is to provide such a treatment method that conforms to the general idea. I don't care what they use, just spend time on the mask."

William had a strange expression. The captain had a very knowledgeable and knowledgeable life. He had seen all kinds of profiteers and good people. He could not even comment on the person who had made a survey after turning a big turn.

"What if they don't do what you said?"

"So many villages will always have some impact. I sold five of them in the previous place. You should know that behind every middle-aged labor force is a whole family. How much influence can it have on a small village with few people? Wait for another five or ten years to recycle the results."

Craft shook his purse, and it was jingling inside, and he probably had a small bag.

"You're going to come here in the future?"

"Not necessarily, I can send my students here. If I pay the fee, it will be considered a public travel."

"Then I feel unfortunate for him in advance and suggest you focus on what we are working hard on." William failed to connect his recent itinerary with his travels, and expressed his dissatisfaction with his partners' inappropriate work.

"Oh, my friend, the best plan investor, then you're wrong about me." Open the wallet and a large handful of copper coins were displayed in front of William. The old metal dark yellow and green rust showed how long the former owner had saved them.

"I remember I just mentioned that there are many mines, many minerals, and many villages, but... there are very few people in each village, so few that you can recognize the whole village if you choose a child, and you can call each of them nicknames."

"We were wrong at the beginning. We didn't need to check the mineral outflow or where the grain was going. Over the years, the flow rate was too large. So what's the minimum here?"

"What?"

Craft pointed at himself and William's chest, "There are not many outsiders per year, and the more they go, the fewer the villages they go, the fewer they are, enough to leave a long talk in this dull and dull life like Qingshui."

"Especially, outsiders like us do not transport grain, do not use ready-made mines, and just drill into mine caves."

He showed an unseen complacent smile on his face, like the ever-winning winner William had ever seen in the casino. He closed his eyes and took a photo of the chips. He saw the wooden bowl lifting the gap and the firelight shines out the desired points.

"There is indeed such a person, I'm trying to find his route."

It does not come for transactions, but appears intermittently in the original owner of the newly-bagged copper coins, and its footprints go deep into the mountains. Combining information from outsiders is simpler than thinking about daily ores and grain.

Looking into the mountains, the overlapping natural barriers can no longer block the view. After a long journey, I finally clarified the muddy water caused by traffic and information.

"Now, guess what the two of you are talking to me? An outsider lived in the village next door a few years ago!"
Chapter completed!