Of course, Deacon Bai knew what Qian Yang was sending a letter to Elder Chen for, otherwise he would not have agreed to be this messenger.

Now that he told Qian Yang that he didn't have to wait for a reply, and it wasn't completely angry, Elder Chen had instructed him something, and in Deacon Bai's opinion, this already meant that Elder Chen had rejected Qian Yang's request.

Qian Yangke was already stupid on the spot, and said in his heart that this is the wordless ending?

Deacon Bai had a northwest wind in his stomach and didn't want to pay attention to Qian Yang anymore, so he shouted to the surroundings: "Don't rest when you're full, go and carry some of the stones in the col to the courtyard where the stone-solving workers live, and they will all be stone-solving there in the future!"

Hearing this, Wu Qingshui's reaction was the fastest, he bounced up directly from the ground, and rushed over with a big grin: "Really? I'll just say, I should have gone to the yard to solve the stones." ”

Seeing Wu Qingshui, the unhappiness on Deacon Bai's face subsided for the most part, and explained: "Well, in the future, Master Zhou will come to the mine four times a month, and more stones can be selected. In the future, you will not be able to find stones in the col, and you will have to hire another stone solver to be sufficient. ”

Wu Qingshui's eyes rolled, and he suddenly said, "Deacon Bai, do you think I can go and be a stone-solving worker?"

"You want to be a stone-solver?" the white deacon frowned, "The stone-solving worker is paid less than the miner. ”

"It's okay!" Wu Qingshui patted his chest and said, "I was born to be a stone solver, and I am definitely a hundred times better than a dry miner!"

The second fool wants to be a stone solver? Deacon Bai thought about it, and if he went to be a stone solver, it would mean that there would be one less miner. Nowadays, calcite workers are easy to hire, but miners are rare, and most monks can't pull their faces to mine. Stone-solving workers are a skilled type of work, and there are many people who are willing to do it.

If someone else wanted to change from a miner to a calcifier, the white deacon would definitely not agree, but it was a fool to say this, so it was another matter.

Some things are actually obvious, the three fools are stupid like that, no matter how you look at it, they don't look like a person with a background, how can he get Elder Wu's handwritten letter? How can he, a miner, know a big man like Elder Wu?

Wu Shui, Wu Qingshui, Master Wu, Elder Wu?

Even if Deacon Bai can't be completely confirmed, he is eight points sure in his heart, but since people are willing to play cosplay, he can't expose it.

"If Brother Wu really likes to solve stones, then go there, and save me from having to go into the city to recruit people. Deacon White smiled and nodded.

"Hehe, then thank you Deacon Bai!" Wu Qingshui's face bloomed with joy, and he was still secretly praising in his heart, this White Deacon is amiable, like a brother to the miners, and is a very good person!

"Brother Wu is polite. Deacon White smiled.

Wu Qingshui straightened his body, his already tall figure became more and more straight, and he raised his arms and shouted: "Don't rest, big guys, hurry up and carry the stones, you have to continue mining in the afternoon! Don't delay your work!"

A few pieces of gravel roared and smashed towards Wu Qingshui, who wants to work at noon!

Deacon Bai took the lead, rolled up his sleeves and ran to the col, Wu Qingshui followed closely behind, his face was full of irrepressible joy, and behind them, scattered followed by those reluctant miners.

Qian Yang wanted to speak and stopped, opened his mouth several times in succession, but failed to speak.

Master Zhou will come four times a month in the future, which means that there is no intention of hiring a temporary stone master in the mine, and the matter of Lao Ding Tou is completely cold at this point!

Qian Yang didn't help carry the stones, he felt that everything here had lost its meaning.

Dragging his stiff legs, Qian Yang slowly walked back to the small courtyard where he learned about masonry, hesitated, and pushed open the door of Lao Dingtou's room.

Lao Dingtou was lying flat on the bed with his eyes closed, his mouth slightly open, and he couldn't tell whether he was sleeping or in a coma.

casually probed Lao Ding's snort, which was quite stable. Qian Yang pulled a chair and sat on the edge of the bed, dazed.

"Lao Ding, do you still have a way to live?" Qian Yang sighed with a wry smile.

In fact, this question has been thought about for countless days and nights long before Qian Yang came to Hongtou Mountain.

Jindan antiques, Yuan infant wound medicine, these are the only two ways to save the old Dingtou.

Yuan infancy injury medicine will be sold for at least several million, and Qian Yang is still far from that consumption level.

Qian Yang couldn't afford the antiques of the Jindan period, but the price of three or four hundred thousand yuan made him a little hopeful. He felt that if he tried hard, he could still earn the money.

But the problem is that he really can't get the antiques of the Jindan period, and he has no place to buy them if he has money, and coming to Hongtoushan Mine is the only possibility he can think of.

If you can't buy it, then go dig the ruins yourself?

Can't dig it.

Qian Yang knew very well that the green jade gourd was just a beautiful accident.

In the entire Tianyuan Continent, all the relics of acceptable quality are in the hands of various sects, and Jindan antiques are also strangled to death by various sects. As for those unspeakable garbage relics, it would be up to the sky to have an antique from the foundation building period, and don't even think about it in the Jindan period.

Of course, there is one exception, and that is the famous ruins of the East Castle.

The ruins of Dongcheng are in the northern part of the Tianyuan Continent, probably at the junction of Zhongzhou and Beidi, and legend has it that it was originally a palace dedicated to collecting antiques in the prehistoric period, and some of them were magically preserved after the catastrophe.

It doesn't belong to any sect, anyone can enter as long as you want.

It is said that only the monks of the Transformation Period will go in and sacrifice their lives when their longevity is about to end, but even so, I have never heard of anyone who has the life to come out alive.

Qian Yang is a little cultivated, and it is a very sure choice to commit suicide there.

And in addition, maybe going to Nanyang is also a way out?

Nanyang is the territory of the Scattered Cultivation Alliance, and I heard that the Scattered Cultivation Alliance will not monopolize resources, so as long as there are spirit stones, they should be able to buy them. But it is conceivable that there must be a threshold for buying things, otherwise the rarity of Jindan antiques would have been bought up long ago.

Besides, the Nanyang road is far away, can Lao Dingtou's state afford to travel long distances?

In addition, maybe it is possible to find a way to treat the old Ding Tou in the Immortal Fang, but Qian Yangman can't find any items with transaction value on his body, so he can't grab it, right?

Qian Yang didn't know why Elder Chen rejected Lao Dingtou, he only knew that he couldn't change it, and he didn't even have the right to know.

Outside the hut, there was a lot of people, the miners carried stones into the small courtyard, and Wu Shui's excited shouts could be faintly heard.

The same people don't have a fate!

Lao Dingtou's body moved, as if awakened by the sound outside, and opened his eyes with difficulty, and his eyes were still blood-red.

"Sleep well!" Qian Yang never spoke softly to Lao Dingtou.

Lao Ding tugged at the corners of his mouth, and his voice was a little muffled: "Why didn't you go mining?"

"I'm tired and don't want to dig. Qian Yang replied casually.

"No, forget it! I'm not worth the money of a Jindan antique. Lao Ding knew Qian Yang's plans, and he knew that there was little hope for this matter.

"Sleep! I'll figure it out. Qian Yang didn't want to continue this topic, even if he was helpless in his heart, it was useless to tell Lao Ding about it.

With Lao Ding's physical state, he should be so tired that he should have fallen asleep after saying two sentences, but today he was still barely energetic, and said in a trembling voice: "I'm not worth a Jindan antique, but you are still young and worth more than me." ”

Qian Yang's eyes turned green: "Are you asking me to sell myself and exchange antiques for you?"

Lao Ding snorted, as if to indicate that he was laughing: "No one wants to buy you." ”

Qian Yang ignored him, and his heart became a mess.

Lao Ding Tou continued: "Don't lose the craftsmanship of Pinshi, if you can become a resident, you will have everything." ”

Qian Yang sighed secretly, everyone is developing artificial intelligence, and it's time for your outdated technology to be eliminated.

But I can't say this to Lao Dingtou, people have been stone masters all their lives, and you tell people that this profession is going to be eliminated, it is really cruel.

Qian Yang smiled: "You don't know what level I have? If I become a resident, the entire mine can let me pay for it." ”

Lao Ding Tou "laughed" again: "If the level is not good, you can practice! Pinshi is a serious business, and you don't have to worry about eating and drinking with a skill." Even if you can't become a resident, you may pick up a leak one day and make a fortune. With money, what can't you buy?"

Qian Yang pouted: "Jindan antiques can't be bought." ”

The old Ding Tou glanced at Qian Yang with godless eyes: "Silly boy, you pay 10 million to see if anyone is rushing to sell your antiques?

"I'm crazy to spend 20 million to buy you antiques!" Qian Yang shouted with an exaggerated expression.

Lao Ding Tou gasped heavily: "Boy, you have to have a craft to survive, going out to fight and kill is not a long-term solution after all." ”

Qian Yang was silent.

The old man muttered something again, and his voice was muffled. Qian Yang took a closer look at Lao Ding and found that he had fallen asleep again.

Qian Yang didn't know what to say about Lao Dingtou, and there was only half of his breath left, still talking about Pinshi. If you can't let it go yourself, you have to let others pass on this craft and carry it forward. He didn't become a resident stone master himself, so he thought about making his apprentice a resident apprentice, even if it was a fake apprentice.

What a obsession!

Perhaps in Lao Dingtou's thinking, Pinshi is the whole world.

Qian Yang felt Lao Ding's kindness to him, and Lao Ding hoped that he could become a resident stone master, so that he would stay away from danger, stay away from fighting and killing, and from now on hold a golden rice bowl, and no longer have to worry about resources.

But is there really any golden job in this world? Through the door, Qian Yang can see the irrepressible smile on Wu Qingshui's big face, is there really a need for the industry of stone masters?

Qian Yang didn't want to think deeply, and reality didn't leave him room to think. Lao Ding can't hold on for long, let's take one step at a time!

There is a sentence, Qian Yang feels that what Lao Ding said is still very pertinent, with money, many problems are no longer problems.

Better do it than wish it done.

Looking for Elder Chen to ask for antiques? If you have that kind of effort, you might as well find a way to make some money yourself, and when the time comes, you will slap 20 million yuan on the face of the person surnamed Chen.

In a word, I ask you whether antiques are sold or not?

Readily!