Galen is the richest man in the town. The reason is very simple. He has a town elder's father and a miscellaneous mine. Although the profit of the ore is not too much, it is better not to be too simple to live without worries.

Garen looked up and down at Roland, and finally saw Falken's face, so he had to say, "Okay, since you are the old man, you will be talking to me, then I will accept this nephew. But I am a very fair person. I will give you as much money as he can dig, and I will not take special care of him. How about it?"

Falken laughed: "No problem."

Then he patted Roland on the shoulder and turned around and left slowly. Galen opened the door of the big stone house, and a smell of rock came to his face. This was a large warehouse with a lot of ore, colorful and well-categorized.

Garen took out a mine hoe and a large basket from it, threw it to Roland and said, "This is your tool, dig it in the hole... By the way, I have to remember what your name is."

Garen picked up the quill, took out a pen from the drawer of the table, and opened it carefully: "Tell me, report your age."

"Roland, seventeen."

In reality, Roland is already twenty-two years old, but the game character setting is seventeen years old, between a teenager and a young man, so he can only repay this way. After all, he is now young, and even if he is twenty-two, the opponent will not believe it.

Garen wrote his name on the notebook. Roland secretly looked at it and found that the text in this world was pictographic characters, with a slanted font. I don’t know if the text itself is like this, or it was caused by Garen’s personal writing style.

Then Galen waved at Roland, who picked up the mine hoe and a large basket and walked into the mine.

The entrance of the cave is very wide, after all, it is normal to ventilate the mine. On the rock wall of the mine, an oil lamp is hung every few dozen meters. The rock wall is very wet, and it will be filled with water when you touch it with your hands.

Roland dragged the basket forward, with pits under his feet and gravel everywhere. After walking for a few minutes, he finally heard the thumping sound in front of him. After walking for a while, he saw seven or eight people at the end of the mine, spreading out all directions of the mine, sweating profusely.

This is the real mining area. The space inside is quite wide. It is a rock top that is more than ten meters high. The distance between the left and right sides is about 30 meters. The view is very dim. Although oil lamps are hung on the surrounding rock walls, it is still difficult to see clearly in the distance.

Roland jumped off the platform and made a noise. Someone noticed him, but soon continued his mining career. For mining people, time is money, and there is nothing wrong with this.

After carefully observing the surrounding environment, Roland walked to a place where there was no one, put down the basket, saw the hoe-waving postures of other mining people, and learned in a very good manner.

At noon on the mining day, sweat drips into the mine cave soil, and all the digging is copper, and the purity is five.

With the ding-and-dial voice, Roland remembered this poem inexplicably. When online games were in full swing, he was still a child under ten years old. He saved money and did not eat breakfast for a month before saving the monthly card of a certain x-qi online game. Then he spent two hours a day to mine in the hole, and then exchanged the game coins for a monthly card, and then barely played the game.

The most impressive thing about the first online game was mining. Now, the world's first virtual online game, he started mining again. I don't know whether it should be described as reincarnation or fate.

Mining is a hard job... it's very tiring, but players have professional templates. Even for Roland, a spellcaster profession, has much higher physical fitness than ordinary people. When he first swung the hoe, the mine hoe would always hit the surface of the hard rock, otherwise the tip of the hoe would get stuck in the cracks of the rock, but it would always make perfect. After half an hour, Roland felt that the strength and timing of his hoe seemed to be better.

A yellow and white stone was dug out. Roland picked it up and looked at it, then shook his head, threw it aside, and continued to swing the hoe. When Garen opened the warehouse in front, he used the system's own photo function to take a photo to take a look at the ore in the warehouse, so now he can use the system photos in his mind to check whether the ore he dug out was.

Of course, this comparison method is not very accurate, but at least it is much better than thinking about it yourself.

Half an hour later, the other miners had sat down to rest, and Roland was still mining. Other miners gathered together and pointed at him behind their backs. A faint laughter came. Listening to the sound, I guess they were laughing at Roland who was so hard and had tender skin and tender flesh, so they would not last long.

Roland ignored them and continued to swing the hoe. Anyway, he didn't feel tired now, so he continued to work hard.

The miners rested for a while, laughed for a while, and then continued to dig. An hour later, they were so tired that they got together to rest, while Roland was still waving the hoe. Now they stopped talking about Roland, but just watched silently from behind.

After a while of rest, they continued to mine, but after more than an hour, they were so tired that they gathered together to rest, and Roland was still waving the hoe.

The group of miners looked at the thin young man in front of him with incredible eyes. Someone couldn't help it. He walked to Roland, looked at the stones in his basket, and then looked at a small hole in the rock wall that had been dug by Roland, with a complex expression.

Roland pried off a stone from the rock wall, looked at it, threw it into the basket, and smiled at the miner who came to check it next to him, then dragged the heavy basket and left the mine area with a mine hoe.

At this time, the effect of knowing language had disappeared, so Roland was too lazy to communicate with others.

A group of miners watched him leave, and then looked at the only half basket of ore in their basket, and suddenly felt boring.

Dragging the basket out of the mine, the dazzling sunshine outside made Roland's eyes adapt for a while. Then he dragged the basket to Galen, lifted the basket with both hands and placed it heavily on the other party's table.

The basket was very heavy and almost crushed the table. Galen was shocked and woke up from the sleep. He glanced at the basket that blocked his sight, and then turned sideways and saw that it was Roland, and said in surprise.

But Roland could no longer understand. He heard Garen say a little bit and could only shrug helplessly: "Sorry, the time limit for knowing language has passed."

Galen was stunned for a moment, and he couldn't understand what the other party was saying, but he was a businessman after all, and he knew what was going on.

He wanted to say something, and then he could only move the basket down helplessly, start sorting the stones in the basket, throwing the useless ones aside, and then divided the quality into three piles. Finally, he counted, took out twenty-eight copper coins from his waist bag and placed them on the table.
Chapter completed!