King of the Fairy City

After arranging the people on the ship, Ye Mo got off the ship and entered Donglai Xian Village early the next morning.

The southwest corner of Donglai Xian Village.

Two heavy animal carts full of ore, with wheels making a "gurgle~gurgle~" sound, came in from outside the Xian Village and drove into a wooden fence of dozens of acres.

Ye Mo immediately became excited. This should be the station where the Sihai Chamber of Commerce, which sells ore in Xian Village, stores its mines.

There are many chambers of commerce in Donglai Xian Village that specialize in mining and selling ore. They obtained mining rights from City Lord Zou and then mined the spiritual ore on the island.

Ye Mo followed the two animal carts directly and entered the fence.

There was a large open space inside, with a house, and more than a dozen strong warriors gathered at the door of the house. When the warriors saw the animal carts coming, they all stood up.

A middle-aged monk heard the sound of wheels and walked out of a house next to him. He shouted loudly and organized the warriors to start unloading the ore and then transport it to the refineries in the fairy village that had placed orders.

Ye Mo looked at the middle-aged monk from a distance and confirmed that he was the so-called warehouse head, that is, the person in charge of this ore warehouse.

Ore trading is a big source of income for Donglai Fairy Village. This middle-aged monk can be responsible for the job of looking after the warehouse, which shows that his status in the Four Seas Chamber of Commerce is not low.

After seeing the middle-aged monk finish the arrangement, Ye Mo walked over and explained his purpose.

"You want to go mining? The mine is dirty and messy, and it's not easy to stay! Few monks are willing to go to the mine to mine... Are you short of spiritual stones?"

The middle-aged monk looked surprised and looked at Ye Mo. Ye Mo looked quite embarrassed. Most of the time, he thought of mining because he was in urgent need of spiritual stones.

"Yes! I heard from the owner of a weapon refining workshop in the village that he can come here to find you and ask if you need help with mining."

As soon as Ye Mo approached the middle-aged cultivator, he felt an invisible pressure. This middle-aged cultivator was probably in the middle stage of Qi training.

"Okay, the mine has always been short of people. You can take these two beast carts and go directly to the mine. When you get to the mine, just say you are a cultivator, so that the idiots in the mine won't provoke you."

The middle-aged cultivator nodded slightly and pointed at the two beast carts.

Many weapon refining workshops in the village purchased black iron ore from his ore chamber of commerce, and it was normal to introduce cultivators to mine.

Ye Mo nodded in agreement and watched the group of warriors unload the ore.

Although the beast carts didn't look big, each cart had at least nearly 10,000 kilograms of ore.

After a group of warriors worked for a while, the two carts of ore were unloaded.

Ye Mo got on the beast cart in front and sat side by side with the driver.

The driver was a sturdy man in his forties.

"Master, hold on tight! Go!"

The driver received the order and saw Ye Mo. Knowing that he was a cultivator, he grinned stiffly and waved the whip in his hand. At the same time, he shouted and the animal cart started moving.

After leaving the fairy village, the two animal carts rushed along a bluestone road to the southwest of the island.

There is a black iron mine several dozen miles southwest of Lingdao. Several chambers of commerce in the fairy village that have mining rights have mine valleys there.

There are large spiritual fields on both sides of the bluestone road, planted with green spiritual valleys. There are cultivators casting spells near the spiritual fields, condensing small pieces of spiritual rain above the spiritual fields to irrigate the spiritual fields.

Ye Mo watched with some curiosity.

However, he knew nothing about planting and could not see what was going on.

The giant beasts pulling the cart were two wild rhinos, sturdy and strong, with strong and powerful four legs. Every step they took would make a slight muffled sound on the ground.

This beast has a bad temper and is quite scary, but the powerful immortal cultivators in the village can suppress it. Its load-bearing capacity is much stronger than that of ordinary cattle and horses, and its strength alone is less than one-fifth of those rhinoceros beasts.

The people in the immortal village are used to it and are accustomed to it.

The beast cart traveled for half an hour, and the spiritual fields on both sides of the road gradually became scarce, and there were only rolling hills. There were lush forests on the hills, with both ordinary trees and spiritual trees.

Just as Ye Mo was watching, the beast cart turned a corner and rushed to a small valley.

This valley is only a few miles in size, with a few better stone houses and rows of simple and dilapidated ordinary wooden houses.

At the entrance of the valley, two three-meter-high spiritual wood arrow towers were built.

There were only two warriors on the arrow tower, holding bows and looking out, looking lazy and not very energetic.

Donglai Lingdao is quite safe and is under the jurisdiction of Zou City Lord. There are rarely any fights at ordinary times, and no one would be stupid enough to come to this valley to grab these heavy raw ores.

The reason is very simple. Even if they robbed the ore, they couldn't use the sea vessels to transport the heavy raw ore away from the island. There was nowhere to escape on the island, and it was easy to be caught by the guards of the fairy village.

There were petty thieves in the fairy village, but there had never been any theft of ore.

There were no wild monsters on the island, and they had been slaughtered long ago. Occasionally there was a tide of sea beasts, but it generally did not affect the valley.

The role of the guards and arrow towers here was largely to prevent the miners from rioting.

Ye Mo came to the valley in a beast cart. It happened to be lunch time at noon. The miners came out of the dark mine cave one by one with their ore baskets on their backs, preparing to eat and rest outside the cave.

The miners put the ore on the big scale for weighing.

Each miner who took his turn poured the ore in the basket into a hanging basket. There was a huge rope tied to the top of the hanging basket, hanging on a huge scale, and the big scale was hung on a horizontal spiritual wood.

There were two fat and round supervisors watching the scale over there.

"Twenty-seven pounds of ore, come over and get two meat patties!"

One of the supervisors casually announced the number loudly.

The mine slave walked to the side and took two small, black meat patties from another warrior's hand. He also took a wooden bowl from his waist and scooped a ladle of boiling water into a large casserole next to it. Hot soup.

This soup looks very light, with only a few cabbage leaves floating on the top, giving it a little salty taste.

The mining slave took the meat pie and a bowl of soup, found a place in the valley, squatted down, and joined the group of mining slaves who were eating the pie silently.

After receiving the food, these ragged mining slaves squatted in groups outside the wooden houses in the valley, holding a wooden bowl of soup in one hand and a black pancake in the other, eating one bite after another.

There are also many mining slaves, lining up from the entrance of the mine, extending into the depths of the mine.

Hundreds of warrior mine slaves, all with dull expressions, were eating silently, with only the sound of soft chewing.

There were only a handful of strong mining slaves, eating absentmindedly, their eyes flashing sharply occasionally as they looked at the supervisors and the two arrow towers at the entrance of the valley.

There seemed to be an invisible pressure in the entire mining valley, weighing heavily on these dull mining slaves.

Ye Mo looked around the valley and frowned. These should be mining slaves sold by slave traders from various countries. These mining slaves do not get any reward for mining and can only get a small amount of food.

Ye Mo once had the experience of living with a large group of "captives" on a pirate ship. Many of the captives who had no hope had the same look, completely numb.

"Master Immortal, this is the Mine Valley! You go directly to the mine head at the door of the stone house. The villain has to go there to load the mine. We have to make several trips today."

The coachman pointed to the stone house and said to Ye Mo.

"Okay, thanks!"

Ye Mo nodded, jumped off the beast cart, and strode towards the stone house.

Outside the stone house, two monks in gilded robes were changing cups, drinking and having fun, bursting into laughter.

There were more than a dozen burly overseers with long whips on their waists, gathered around two other tables, and ate meat and wine.

Although it is not as good as the food eaten by the two immortal monks, it is undoubtedly a hundred times better than those of the mine slaves.

Ye Mo walked towards the two monks, and a supervisor who was eating immediately stopped him and shouted sternly, "Who dares to approach the mining valley of the Sihai Chamber of Commerce?"

"I am a casual cultivator in the village. I want to mine in this mine, so I came to the mine head to report!"

Ye Mo raised his voice.

The supervisor's eyes suddenly shrank. Ye Mo was dressed as a warrior, but he didn't expect to be a monk. He didn't recognize it just now. If he knew it was a monk, he wouldn't dare to yell.

"Wait a moment! I'm going to report to the mine boss!"

The supervisor looked at Ye Mo with some worry, put down the bowls and chopsticks in his hands, and went to report to the two monks at the wine table on the other side. The two monks here who are in the early stage of Qi training are the real powerful figures in the valley.

"Wang Cangtou! There is a monk who wants to mine to earn spiritual stones!"

"The monk wants to mine?"

Cangtou was a fat monk with a square face and big ears. After hearing the report, he burped and looked at Ye Mo suspiciously.

Another young monk in his twenties glanced at Ye Mo, and his consciousness swept over Ye Mo. After one glance, I lost interest. A newly promoted monk, an ordinary casual cultivator, extremely shabby.

"Cangtou, let him enter the mine?"

The young monk turned his head and gave the fat monk a questioning look.

"It has been particularly difficult to dig the mines recently, and the output has been seriously reduced. The monk is very strong and can mine much better than those cheap slaves. Since he has to suffer this, let him go into the mine."

The fat monk nodded casually.

"Come with me!"

The young monk then stood up, waved to Ye Mo, and led Ye Mo to the entrance of the mine.

"Let's talk about the rules here first! When entering the mine, you are only allowed to bring mining shovels, and storage bags are not allowed. This is a serious crime of theft. Once discovered, you will be killed on the spot! This is the rule of the city lord, even if you are an immortal cultivator. Same.

But looking at how destitute you are, you come to this mine to mine because you are so poor that you can’t even afford a storage bag. This spiritual sword you have can be brought in without any hindrance. "

Having said this, the young monk looked at Ye Mo with a smile. He glanced at Ye Mo with his consciousness and did not find the storage bag. There was a hint of self-mockery in his expression.

As long as a mining monk does not bring a storage bag, other things are not prohibited.

"What's your name and identity? I want to record it for the record!"

The young monk sat down at a wooden table at the entrance of the mine, took out a small notebook, looked at Ye Mo sideways, and asked.

"Ye Mo, casual monk!"

Ye Mo's answer was very simple. Most monks have such an identity. As for their original secular identity in Jiuzhou Continent, it is insignificant and no one will care about it.

The young monk made notes, took out a black iron ore shovel from a pile of mining tools nearby, and threw it to Ye Mo.

"When you come out, return the shovel to me! Go and find a backpack over there! Every three thousand kilograms of first-order black iron raw ore dug will be exchanged for one spiritual stone; one kilogram of second-order raw ore will be counted as two kilograms of first-order; three-order three will be counted as three Every time you come out, you have to record it with me!

Don’t worry, I won’t skimp! When you leave the mine valley, any portion less than three thousand kilograms will be directly erased. I will explain this in advance. If you want to earn more, calculate the quantity carefully!

Free food will be provided here, just like the overseer’s meals, so you won’t go hungry! Have any questions? "

The young monk was thinking about eating. After briefly explaining the mining rules, he asked impatiently.

"Okay, that's it!"

Ye Mo shook his head, took the mining shovel, and picked up a backpack outside the mine. He had already understood these rules, so of course he had no objection.

He planned to stay here for a few months, earn a few dozen spirit stones first, and endure it.

The backpack was not big, but it could hold two or three hundred kilograms of black iron ore.

Ye Mo carried the backpack and walked into the mine.

There were not many miners still queuing for weighing, only twenty or thirty people.