Watching Le Xian leave, Shen Bao had mixed feelings in his heart.

What kind of understanding does this have to be to say, 'Don't die more than three people a month'?

Perhaps in his mind, the mine slave was not a homogeneous person, but just an inferior tool of production.

If you hadn't been promoted to a monk, you would have been in the 'three places'.

With the paperwork in hand, Shen Bao went straight to the mine. When the front foot approached, he heard a commotion, and Shen Bao immediately understood that someone had swallowed the spirit stone again!

"Second brother! Why, don't move, I'll save you! ”

Pushing away the miners waiting to compete for the spirit stone on the periphery, Shen Bao saw Chen Er, whose abdomen was bulging like a baby in October, at first glance! According to the current speed, within a few breaths, Chen Er would burst open.

The moment Chen Er saw Shen Bao, a hope for survival ignited in his desperate eyes, and he replied in a voice that was so painful that he was hoarse: "Xiaobao, you wait for me!" This one will definitely be able to get through, let's be a fairy together! ”

"Wait a fart!"

Shen Bao ran the spiritual power into the palm of his hand, slapped it on Chen Er's belly, and wrapped the spirit stone with his spiritual power, so that it would not continue to melt. The other hand moved up along Chen Er's chest, directing a large amount of spiritual power to his throat, and then directing outward: "Spit out!" ”

"Wow, vomit ......"

Chen Er couldn't hold back any longer, and vomited out a large amount of sour water bile and spiritual power melt, and there was a large slag of rice grains in the sour water.

The prison disciple who was about to look at the burst belly frowned, but after all, the young man in front of him had already become a monk, so he could only remind him euphemistically: "Senior brother, what do you do to save him, swallowing stones and gambling on his life depends on creation, maybe he can endure it again." ”

The anger in Shen Bao's eyes disappeared in an instant, and he took out two spirit stones and handed them to the disciple of the mine supervisor along with Le Xian's paperwork: "Senior brother, this is the appointment of Deacon Le. Houshan Lingtian is currently short of manpower, so I will send some mine slaves to cultivate as appropriate. ”

The disciple of the mine supervisor took the spirit stone and the documents, carefully checked them to be correct, and his attitude changed even more: "They are all their own senior brothers, and they are so polite." Since Deacon Le has an order, the junior brother chooses it. ”

Shen Bao untied the water bladder on his waist and threw it to Chen Er, who was secretly wiping his tears: "Second brother, wash up, pick fifteen down-to-earth people, and plant spiritual fields with me." After giving birth to the Spirit Valley, you have your share, and the Fang Market has the purchase of body refining pills, so you don't have to gamble with your life. ”

"Really?"

"Seriously."

Chen Er's eyes regained hope again, picked up the mine pickaxe not far away, and chiseled at the rock wall at the entrance of the mine, shouting: "Fuck you, fuck you, dig your mother's mine, mine slave ......"

Summoned all the strength of the milk, and smashed the pickaxe with a 'click'. He staggered into his own mine, and after a while, he held a spirit stone bag made of rags, and there were more than twenty in it.

Put the spirit stone on the table of the mine supervision case, bend down and grab a lump of cooked meat from the bamboo basket and throw it into the crowd: "Wu Sangou, stone, six sons, big belly, little pig, water baby, two fools...... Let's follow Xiaobao to farm, and we will all be immortal masters in the future! ”

"Be an immortal!"

"you, mine slave."

"Finally I ...... it"

"Eat them all, and if you leave this time, you will never come back."

"Eat, eat, eat!"

This scene made the prison disciples look stupid, are they still those submissive mining slaves? If it weren't for those gray faces, he would even think that it was the elite disciples practicing swords, this momentum was too hot.

Shen Bao smiled bitterly, and then took out a spirit stone and quietly stuffed it into the prison mine's hand: "They have been suppressed for too long in the past, and it is rare to vent, which is understandable." ”

Pinched the spirit stone in his palm, and the mine supervisor also nodded in understanding: "Don't get in the way, don't get in the way." ”

……

On the way back, the fifteen people each carried a lot of food.

100 catties of cooked meat and more than 500 catties of brown rice are all spirit stones that they hide on weekdays.

Every mine slave has a heart to swallow stones and gamble for their lives, but some people have actually done it, and some have not been forced to do it yet.

Many miners who were ready to gamble their lives often accumulated more than a dozen ores. These treasures, which could not be taken out of the mine, became their rations for a period of time to come!

Shen Bao pointed to the more than a dozen empty spiritual fields in front of him that had just finished harvesting: "This is the spiritual field, and when the time comes, I will teach everyone how to sow seeds, plow the land, and water the land." When the harvest is up, in addition to the part handed over to the deacons of the miscellaneous house, some will be taken out and distributed to everyone to sell. At present, the price of Linggu has fallen sharply, let me think about what to plant. ”

Hearing that they could get a share of the output, more than a dozen miners showed ecstasy.

"Brother Bao'er, how much do you share with us? Anyway, you have to get 20%, right? ”

"Our brother Bao is in charge, how can two percent be enough! This magnanimity looks like a spirit stone, half of us. ”

"I don't ask for that, as long as it's easier than the mine, I'll be satisfied."

"Before I was sold as a mining slave, I helped the village chief see the fruit trees, why don't we do it too? Although there was no income in the first few years, when the fruit is born, it is more expensive than grain. ”

"Yes, this spirit fruit must be easy to sell, you have to have more varieties!"

……

Chen Er slowly untied his back basket and bent down to find a large stone from the dirt.

Came to the half-miner slave who shouted, and without saying a word, he waved the stone and greeted him directly to the door of his head!

smashed it three or five times, and the whole brain was bleeding all over his face, and he fell to the ground and couldn't help convulsing. If you have more air out and less air intake, you can't live when you see it. This ruthless energy is completely running for his life, and even Shen Bao's hairs stand up in shock.

Chen Er didn't stop until he completely smashed the other party to death, pinched the stone and got up to look at the silent remnant: "How much more do you want?" Let's talk about it. It is all a gift from Brother Bao to get rid of your life as a mine slave, and you don't know the white-eyed wolf who is grateful. Before the ground has fallen, you will be clamoring to divide it in half, and it will be all yours when you bury it in the earth! ”

As a ruthless person who dares to gamble with his own life, Chen Er will not take other people's lives seriously.

From the moment he smashed the pickaxe, his fate had been tied to Shenbao. There is actually someone in front of him who touches the skin of the mouth and wants to take half of it? They may have forgotten that they were mine slaves half an hour ago, and their lives were as cheap as ants.

Forget it doesn't matter, if you die one or two, you will always remember.

Until this moment, Shen Bao understood the artistic conception of Le Xian's sentence 'no more than three deaths per month'. Sometimes I really don't complain that the monks are too indifferent to the lives of mortals, but don't kill a few mortals to make a show, and they will become more and more restless.

Even the disciples of the mine will deliberately encourage the mine slaves to swallow stones and gamble for their lives. Watching them compete for bloody spirit stones, the miners could not unite for greater rights and interests - why did they dig up a spirit stone to exchange for one pound of cooked meat and five pounds of brown rice, instead of more? There are also mine slaves who have asked, and the answer they got was a sword piercing the heart.

Shen Bao stepped forward slowly, took off the blood-dripping stone in Chen Shuang, and shocked everyone to retreat unconsciously: "The spiritual field you see in front of you is not mine, it was Deacon Miscellaneous Le who asked me to farm, and I have to pay a part according to the harvest every season." Planting spiritual fields is not as good as ordinary fields, the seeds must be bred with spirit stones first, and the rhizomes cannot penetrate the leylines if the ploughing is shallow, and the ploughing is deep and it is easy to hurt the leylines and lose spiritual power. ”

"I often go back and forth, and the monks need to deal with the replanting and land protection. At the moment, I'm just a monk, and I really don't know how much I can produce. It can only be said that if everyone is willing to work hard, the benefits will be indispensable in the future. If you want to get rich in one season, you should turn around and go back to the mine. Planting spiritual fields can make you rich, and it will be our turn? ”

If the miners are counted as the lowest among the mortals, the grain farmers are the lowest among the monks. The only difference is that the former can be killed at will, while the latter does not have to worry about basic life safety as long as it does not violate the door rules.

Chen Er's killing, Shen Bao's sincerity, and the corpses on the ground are all telling: You are just like ants and have been upgraded to the level of grasshoppers. If you are not satisfied with continuing to be greedy, your brain will burst.

Mangshanfang City, Babao porridge is a sudden opportunity, and the materials left by the departing grain farmers are very complete. There are all kinds of grain seeds for the next season, pots and pans, brown rice and cured meat, and wooden houses to live in.

The miners were assigned to their respective wooden houses, as well as to the Lingtian area to each person.

After Shen Bao gave a general explanation, he asked them to disperse and walked into Chen Er's house with a live fish.

After a familiar operation, he handed a bowl of meat crumbs with the fishy smell and the fragrance of spirit stones to Chen Er: "Don't chew, swallow it directly, good thing." ”

Chen Er's killing also made Shen Bao understand that this is not the earth, and this other world has its own values and morals. There are some things that you can't handle yourself, and you need someone to help you do them. The person in front of him is not only ruthless enough, but also capable of doing practical things.

"This fish! Contains spiritual powers? ”

As soon as he entered his abdomen, Chen Er felt the burning sensation like swallowing a spirit stone. However, soon the swelling and heat stopped, and although the spiritual power in the abdomen was uncomfortable, it was always within a tolerable range. Compared to directly devouring spirit stones, it feels more than ten times weaker.

Taking advantage of the fact that there was no one around, Shen Bao said softly: "This is the secret of my promotion to Qi Refining Cultivator, you can eat it a few more times." Don't tell them, my current cultivation can't restrain a group of monks. ”

Chen Er nodded: "Understand, whoever is disobedient will be slaughtered by me." ”

Out of the wooden house, Shen Bao looked at the empty dozen pieces of spiritual fields and was a little worried.

What to plant?

Linggu is impossible, and the party in Mangshanfang City, according to the words of the old black head, is completely busy in vain.

Spirit fruit, although I haven't planted fruit trees, at least I know some common sense, and that thing doesn't want to produce for three years.

Although there are more than 100 spirit stones in his pocket right now, it is unreliable to feed everyone for three years, do you still want to practice?

When you come to this immortal cultivation world, you won't really guard the Lingtian for a lifetime!

Earning spirit stones is just a process, not a result.

Looking at the stars in the night sky, looking for the point of light in memory, knowing that it could only be in vain.

"If I have a choice, I'd rather go back and be the little chef who gets up at half past six every day and squeezes the subway with tofu brains. God, you're going to let me pay off my mortgage......"

This meaningless muttering was like a flash of inspiration, and three words appeared in Shen Bao's mind: tofu brain!