The Taoist soldiers surrounded him, and it was strange that the little yamen soldiers sat side by side with the deputy manager. However, if Lu Chang didn't speak out, he would not have much trouble in the Taoist soldiers.

Not long after, a gray quarry climbed up the passage, holding a variegated black stone strip in his hand.

"Remember! Remember!"

The prisoner shouted at the woman, but the black gold stone was handed to the pedantic old man.

The old man flipped the stone strips and checked them carefully. The woman spoke to Shang Saner: "Please give in!"

The chair under the desk and butt turned out to be hers. Shang Saner touched her nose and stood up to get out of the way.

The woman sat down, pulled out the account book and pen from her sleeve, turned it open and looked for it. She found it difficult to find the name, but she was still not sure, so she asked the quarry to recognize it herself before she wrote it down.

The quarrel with a unkempt head and a dirt-faced sniffed, turned his head and left, and returned to his shack.

When the quarryman walked away, the old man put down the black gold stone in his hand: "There is a little black gold on the skin, very little, wait!"

This time, Lu Chang took out another account book and recorded it in person.

The black gold stones that are inferior to one or two shrimps are equivalent to those of one or two pieces of shrimp. Those who are just making treasures are not very useful.

Soon, below, quarriers climbed up, some of them empty-handed, and some handed over black gold stones.

Black gold and stone are harder than iron, and it is difficult to remove when embedded in the stone wall. The prisoner and immortal have no right treasures, so they can only use other stones to slowly knock along the gap. One piece will be handed over in two days.

The work is very hard and cannot be completed. In addition to being whipped, it will be too late to lose food for two days.
Chapter completed!