After arranging the people on the sea boat, early the next morning, Ye Mo got off the sea boat and entered Donglai Immortal Village.

The southwest corner of Donglaixian Village.

Two heavy beast carts loaded with ore, with a "gurgling" sound, came in from outside the fairy village and drove into a wooden fence dozens of acres in size.

Ye Mo immediately perked up, this should be the location of the Sihai Chamber of Commerce's Tunfang Mine in Xiancun, which sells ores.

There are many chambers of commerce in Donglaixian Village that specialize in mining and selling ores, and they obtained mining rights from the lord of Zou City, and then excavated the spirit ore on the island.

Ye Mo directly followed the two beast carts into the fence.

Inside was a small open space, and there was a house, and a dozen strong warriors were gathering at the door of the house. When the warriors saw the arrival of the beast cart, they all stood up.

A middle-aged monk heard the sound of the wheel, walked out of a nearby room, shouted loudly, and organized all the warriors to start unloading the mine, and then transported it to the various refining workshops in the fairy village where the goods were ordered.

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

Ore trading is a big income for Donglaixian Village. This middle-aged monk can take care of the errand of the warehouse, which shows that his status in the Four Seas Chamber of Commerce is not low.

After seeing that the middle-aged monk had finished arranging, Ye Mo walked over and explained his intentions.

"You're going to mine, it's dirty and messy in the mines, it's not easy to get along! Very few monks want to go to the mines. Could it be that you lack spirit stones?"

The middle-aged monk looked surprised and glanced at Ye Mo. Ye Mo's appearance was quite embarrassing, most of them were in urgent need of spirit stones before they thought of mining.

"Yes! I heard from the owner of a refining workshop in the village, I can come here to you and ask if you want to mine manpower. ”

As soon as Ye Mo approached the middle-aged monk, he felt an invisible coercion. This middle-aged monk is only afraid of having a mid-stage Qi cultivation.

"Well, the mine has always been short of people. You wait a minute, take these two beast carts, and go directly to the mine. When you get to the mine, just say that you are a monk, so as not to provoke you by the fools in the mine. ”

The middle-aged monk nodded slightly, pointing to the two beast carts.

Many refining workshops in the village have purchased the raw iron ore from his ore chamber of commerce, and it is normal to introduce monks to come over for mining.

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

Although the beast cart does not look big, each cart has at least nearly 10,000 catties of raw ore.

A group of warriors were busy for a while before two truckloads of ore were unloaded.

Ye Mo directly got into the beast car in front of him and sat side by side with the coachman.

The driver was a sturdy man in his forties.

"Immortal Master sit tight!"

The coachman got the order, saw Ye Mo, and knew that Lu Dao was a monk, grinned solemnly, waved the whip in his hand, and shouted at the same time, and the beast cart suddenly moved.

Out of Xiancun, two beast carts galloped along a bluestone road to the southwest of the island.

Dozens of miles southwest of Lingdao, there is a Xuantie mine, and several chambers of commerce with mining rights in Xiancun have mining valleys there.

On both sides of the bluestone road are large pieces of spiritual fields, planted with green spiritual valleys, there are monks casting spells near the spiritual fields, condensing a small piece of spiritual rain above the spiritual fields, irrigating the spiritual fields.

Ye Mo watched with some curiosity.

It's just that he doesn't know anything about planting, and he can't see any fame.

The giant beast pulling the cart was two wild rhinoceros, burly and strong, with strong and powerful four legs, and with every step taken, there would be a slight muffled sound on the ground.

This beast was short-tempered and quite scary, but the powerful and infinite immortal cultivators in the village could suppress them. The weight-bearing capacity is much stronger than that of ordinary cattle and horses, and in terms of strength alone, it is less than one-fifth of that of these rhinoceros beasts.

The people of Xiancun are accustomed to seeing it and taking it for granted.

The beast cart traveled for half an hour, and the spiritual fields on both sides of the road gradually became scarce, all of them were undulating hills, and the mountains were lush forests, both ordinary trees and spiritual trees.

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

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

At the entrance of the valley, two three-zhang high Lingmu arrow towers were built.

There are only two warriors on the arrow tower, holding bows and looking out, looking lazy and seemingly lacking much spirit.

East Lailing Island is quite safe, under the jurisdiction of the Zou City Lord, there are few fights in normal times, and no one will be stupid to come to this valley to grab these bulky raw ores.

The reason is simple: even if the mine is grabbed, there is no way to transport these bulky raw ores away from the island by sea boat. There is nowhere to run on the island, and it is easy to be caught by the guards of the fairy village.

There are petty thieves in the village, but there has never been a case of ore theft.

There are no wild monsters on the island, and they have been slaughtered a long time ago. There are occasional tides of sea beasts, but they generally do not reach the valley.

The role of the guards and the arrow towers here was, to a large extent, to prevent the slaves from revolting.

Ye Mo came to the valley in a beast cart, and it happened to be noon to eat, and the miners carried the mine baskets one by one, and drilled out of the mine cave in the black hole, ready to eat and rest outside the cave.

The miners put the mine on a large scale and weighed it.

Each miner on his turn poured the stones from the basket into a hanging basket, and at the top of the basket was tied a huge rope and hung on a huge scale, and the large scale was hung on a horizontal spiritual wood.

There were two fat and round overseers, looking at the scales over there.

"Twenty-seven pounds of mine, go over and get two meatloaf!"

One of the overseers casually reported the number loudly.

The miner stepped aside, took two small, black meatloaf from the other warrior, took a wooden bowl from his waist, and scooped a scoop of hot soup into a large casserole with boiling water beside him.

The soup looks very light, only a few yellow cabbage leaves floating on the top, and there is a little salty taste.

The miner took a meatloaf with a bowl of soup, found a place in the valley, squatted down, and joined the group of miners who were silently eating the bread.

These ragged miners, after receiving the food, squatted in groups outside the wooden houses in the valley, holding a wooden bowl of soup in one hand and a black cake in the other, eating one bite at a time.

There are also many mine slaves, lined up from the entrance of the mine, extending to the depths of the mine.

Hundreds of warrior miners, one by one, with blank expressions, were silently eating, only the sound of chewing.

Only a handful of sturdy miners, absent-mindedly eating, occasionally flashing with sharp eyes, looked at the overseers, and the two arrow towers at the mouth of the valley.

In the entire mining valley, there seems to be an invisible pressure that weighs heavily on these wooden miners.

Ye Mo looked at the valley and frowned, these should be all mining slaves who were sold from various countries by slave traders. These miners were not paid for their mining and were only paid a small amount of food.

Ye Mo had lived with a large group of "captives" on the pirate ship, and many of those captives who had no hope were also completely numb with this expression.

"Immortal Master, this is the Mine Valley! You go directly to find the mine head at the door of the stone house, the villain wants to go over to load the mine, and you have to make several trips today." ”

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

"Okay, thanks!"

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

Outside the stone house, two brocade-clad monks were pushing cups and changing lamps, drinking and laughing.

Nearby, a dozen burly overseers, with long whips pinned to their waists, gathered around the other two tables, munching on wine and meat.

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

Ye Mo walked towards the two monks, and an overseer who was eating immediately stopped him when he saw this, and shouted, "Who dares to approach the mining valley of the Four Seas Chamber of Commerce?"

"I'm a loose cultivator in the village, and I want to mine in this mine, so I'm here to report to the mine!"

Ye Mo raised his voice.

The overseer's eyes suddenly shrank, Ye Mo was dressed as a martial artist, but he didn't think that he was a monk. He didn't recognize it just now, and if he knew that Lu Dao was a monk, he wouldn't dare to shout.

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

The overseer looked at Ye Mo a few times with some unease, put down the dishes and chopsticks in his hand, and went to report to the two monks at the wine table on the other side. The two early Qi cultivation cultivators here are the real power figures in the valley.

"Wang Cangtou, there is a monk who wants to mine and earn spirit stones!"

"The monk wants to mine?"

Cangtou was a fat monk with a square face and big ears, and when he heard the report, he burped and glanced at Ye Mo suspiciously.

Another young monk in his twenties glanced at Ye Mo, and his divine sense swept over Ye Mo. After one glance, there is no interest anymore. A newly-promoted monk, an ordinary casual cultivator, shabby to death.

"Cangtou, let him go into the mine?"

The young monk turned his head and gave the fat monk an inquiring look.

"Recently, the mine has been particularly difficult to dig, and the output has been seriously reduced. The monk has great strength, and mining is much stronger than those lowly slaves, and since he is going to suffer this sin, let him go down to the mine. ”

The Fat Friar nodded casually.

"Come with me!"

Only then did the young monk stand up, beckoned to Ye Mo, and led Ye Mo to the entrance of the mine.

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

But look at your down-and-out appearance, you can't afford to buy any storage bags when you come to this mine to mine. You can bring this spirit sword in it, and there is no hindrance. ”

Speaking of this, the young monk looked at Ye Mo with a smile, his divine sense swept Ye Mo, but he didn't find the storage bag, and his expression couldn't help but show a trace of self-deprecation.

Mining monks, as long as they don't bring storage bags, other things are not forbidden.

"What is your name, what is your identity, I want to record it!"

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

"Ye Mo, Scattered Monk!"

Ye Mo's answer was very simple. Ordinary monks have such an identity, as for the original secular status in the Kyushu Continent, it is insignificant, and no one cares about this.

The young monk brushed down the records, took out a handful of iron ore shovels from a pile of mining tools next to him, and threw it to Ye Mo.

"When you come out, return the shovel to me! Go over there and find a basket yourself! For every three thousand catties of first-order dark iron raw ore dug up, exchange it for a piece of spirit stone; one catty of second-order raw ore is counted as two catties of first-order; third-order is counted as three catties of first-order, and so on. Every time you come out, you have to find me to record!

When you leave the mine, the part that is less than 3,000 catties will be directly erased, and I will explain this in advance. If you want to earn a little more, just count the quantity carefully!

There's free food here, just like the overseer's meal, so you won't go hungry!"

The young monk asked impatiently after simply talking about the rules of mining.

"Okay, that's it!"

Ye Mo shook his head, he took the shovel and picked up a back basket outside the mine. He already knew these rules, and of course he had no objections.

He also planned to stay here for a few months, earn dozens of spirit stones first, and endure it as soon as he passed.

The back basket is not big, but it can hold two or three hundred catties of raw ore.

Ye Mo put the basket on his back and walked into the mine.

There are not many miners still in line to pass the scales, only twenty or thirty people.