Do the hard labor!
Ye Miaomiao waited for a long time, but still no employee with the skill level she wanted was found.
Bell, dejected, hammered iron ore listlessly in the newly built foundry, occasionally looking at her with resentment. His soybean-sized eyes somehow managed to express so much drama, expressing so much goosebump-inducing sorrow.
Ye Miaomiao shivered all over and waited impatiently. Finally, when the system made a "ding dong" sound, she hurriedly walked to the ground without looking back.
"Lord, remember to bring the brewer back~ I mean... to increase work efficiency!"
Ye Miaomiao: “…” Keep smiling and cooperate with the performance.
When she came out of the cave, she felt like a low-quality actor with a Douban score of zero, forcing her performance, just because... Bell gave her too much...
Who knew an NPC could be so dramatic? She needs to find the winemaker to help her!
The task board had all the professions except farmers, which were still unfilled. Ye Miaomiao handed several candidate members of the expedition team to Fang Yan and asked them to go to the city wall for training.
After waiting in the quarrying hut for a while, the remaining nine people arrived one after another shortly afterwards.
Following behind them were quite a few small groups of three or four. It was probably almost ten o'clock, and these people had nothing to do, so they came to watch the fun.
Ye Miaomiao ignored the people having fun behind her and looked at the two polarized "future employees".
On one side were five tall, strong men with muscular bodies, and on the other side was a thin young man with unsteady legs and three aunts supporting him.
Because the subject bias was too serious, Ye Miaomiao knew what positions they applied for without even asking.
There was also a little girl next to her who seemed to be hesitant to speak, and she was looking worriedly at the "old, weak and sick" on the other side.
"It's okay, Aya," Song Xiaoqing smiled and patted the back of Zhang Ya's hand. "It's great if you can stay, but it's okay if you can't. You took the trouble to bring us the news and to get us here to register. The three aunts thank you and your aunt for your kindness no matter what."
Zhang Ya hummed softly and nervously held her Aunt Song's hand.
Several pairs of eyes were staring at Ye Miaomiao, making her confused about what was happening.
"Who among you signed up to be a winemaker..." Ye Miaomiao coughed lightly and was about to speak first: "Zuo Haohan?"
"I."
The lame young man staggered forward. He was very thin and almost stumbled and fell when he let go of Song Xiaoqing's hand.
Ye Miaomiao's heart tightened, and she almost worried that Bell's life would be in vain after falling like this.
She quickly stepped forward to support Zuo Haohan, but her brows involuntarily frowned.
Zuo Haohan's winemaking skills were unquestionable. After he signed up, his personal information panel appeared in front of Ye Miaomiao like a resume. There was no territory-assigned position in the personal career column, but "winemaker" and "bartender" had already appeared.
but...
"Lord, what's wrong?" Zhang Ya's heart tightened.
Ye Miaomiao's eyes involuntarily looked at Zuo Haohan's legs. Her movements were obvious and everyone noticed it.
The young man lowered his head, and his pale mouth curved into a self-deprecating arc under his messy hair.
"Tsk!" Someone at the back exclaimed, immediately attracting everyone's attention.
"Let me tell you, getting a 20-point winemaker position isn't that easy," the man continued, oblivious. "Even dreams have their limits. The job board only says winemaking experience is required, but the unspoken requirement is that you're of the right age and in good health. That's a full 20 points, which is how much the average person earns in a day. How could we just hire someone with mobility issues?"
His friend was about to nod in agreement when he suddenly felt a chill on his scalp. He looked up and found that everyone around him was looking at them.
He quickly nudged his friend's arm with his elbow and said, "Lu Zhichao!" But his archenemy seemed to be encouraged and spoke more and more excitedly.
"Look at the lord's disgusted expression. He must be thinking how dare he apply for the job when he has a lame leg. He's thinking about how to reject him without hurting his feelings. Hehe, let's just watch the fun here. When he can't do it anymore, we'll recommend ourselves. Although I haven't been a winemaker, those farmers are also learning... Then... hehehe... hehe..."
Lu Zhichao's self-proclaimed secret plan was clattering away, and he was making an indescribable sound of laughter, which made everyone present laugh as if they had swallowed a fly alive, and even his friends took a step to the side.
Friend: Yes, that’s my plan too, but I’m not vulgar, I’m honest.
After the man said this, Ye Miaomiao finally understood.
"I..." Zuo Haohan didn't want to listen anymore: "If it's not suitable, I'll quit." He slightly loosened his hands that were supporting Ye Miaomiao, but... he really didn't want to stand in the crowd and be a clown.
"Lord!" Zhang Ya said hurriedly. Just as she was about to speak, Song Xiaoqing clapped her hands and interrupted her. Song Xiaoqing smiled and said, "Don't worry..."
Don’t be anxious, there’s nothing to be anxious about!
Zhang Ya looked at Ye Miaomiao, but was surprised to find that she did not look disgusted or disgusted as she had imagined. Instead, she looked full of questions, as if she did not understand these people's motives even more than she did.
Zhang Ya: “?” This is different from what she thought.
Only then did she calm down.
Ye Miaomiao was indeed confused. She asked seriously, "Does your leg affect your winemaking?"
Zuo Haohan shook his head: "I only started learning winemaking after the accident. I'm already used to it. Probably... it won't affect me."
"That's it." Ye Miaomiao spread her hands speechlessly: "Then it must be you."
Zuo Haohan was stunned, as if he was frozen in time... Just... is it that simple?
"I told you I wouldn't..." Lu Zhichao said proudly, but he stopped talking with a cluck, like a chicken with its throat being strangled. "What...what? It's him?"
Ye Miaomiao: “…” Bell is waiting downstairs. Who else can find another winemaker for her?
"I do worry about your feet though..."
As soon as she said this, Zuo Haohan nodded in understanding, and Lu Zhichao also breathed a sigh of relief.
"Because... the tavern is underground," Ye Miaomiao said in embarrassment, "You have to go through the cave and take the stairs every day, which may not be very convenient."
Is it this unexpected reason?
"I just looked at the building blueprints and didn't find any elevators or anything like that, but... there is a building with a metal ramp. I'll find someone on the quest board who can make a wheelchair. It will be very convenient for you to go up and down the ramp in a wheelchair in the future."
As she spoke, she quickly posted a new task on the task board. Unexpectedly, the task was picked up in just a few seconds.
Ye Miaomiao: "I have the wheelchair." How fast.
She discussed the time to pick up the goods with the person who had received the task, and when she removed the light screen again, the stunned crowd calmed down...
Except for one person.
"I thought..." Lu Zhichao was still in shock. As soon as he opened his mouth to speak, he saw Ye Miaomiao's eyes glancing at him, and he swallowed the words back with a gulp.
Unexpectedly, Ye Miaomiao gave him a bright smile.
Lu Zhichao was instantly overjoyed out of reflex, but then he became alert out of rationality.
"I just checked the blueprint again. The metal ramp must be placed on flat ground. Unfortunately... the cave is full of stairs..." Ye Miaomiao looked at Lu Zhichao helplessly again.
Lu Zhichao: “?” Then why are you looking at me? What does it have to do with me, Lu Zhichao?
"Comrade, I see you're quite enthusiastic! So many people aren't as energetic as you, so why not come and do some hard labor? Contribute your enthusiasm to the territory!"
Lu Zhichao: “!” They are also very enthusiastic!
He quickly looked around, and in an instant, everyone took a step back. Even his two good friends took a big step back as if they had agreed, and looked at him with pity, as if to say: We are not enthusiastic.
He was the only one left who was enthusiastically doing...hard labor?
"I wonder if you would?"
"No..." The words circled on Lu Zhichao's tongue.
Then, he saw Ye Miaomiao awkwardly open the light screen and drag out the "Territory Blacklist" column. As if showing it to him specifically, she tilted it in his direction and shook her white fingers on it.
"You're kidding? Of course I do... I do." Lu Zhichao's words took another turn. How could he not want to? He, Lu Zhichao, didn't want to leave the territory yet.
Lu Zhichao felt like crying, heartbroken, his mood fluctuating wildly. Just now, he'd thought he could apply for a civil service position, but now he'd become a hard laborer! What kind of suffering is this?
Ye Miaomiao said happily: "Come and get the tools!"
Lu Zhichao nodded with a mournful expression, moving over at a snail's pace and reluctantly accepting the shovel from Ye Miaomiao. For a moment, he felt like one of those ancient conscripts drafted to fill the ranks, completely deprived of freedom, with no say in his own life or death.
"It'll probably be leveled," Ye Miaomiao patted his shoulder kindly. "Your territory tax will be waived for the next few days. Go ahead and work hard... 24 hours a day, and it'll be done in five or six days. The entire territory depends on you."
Lu Zhichao: “…” Don’t cue me, thank you.
He just wanted a chance to "recommend himself," but who knew the lord didn't mind the man's limp at all? If he had known earlier, Lu Zhichao wouldn't even bother looking at him, let alone "enthusiastically discussing" him!
Seeing his dejected back as he walked towards the cave, Zhang Ya behind him burst out laughing.
"Lord, Lord, I didn't expect you to..."
Ye Miaomiao winked at her. One must be frugal and manage their household frugally, not spending a penny more than they should. Besides...it's rare to find a good sheep to pluck, even if it's a bit skinny...
Seeing Ye Miaomiao blinking as if half-admitting, Zuo Haohan's face showed a surprised expression. Was the lord venting his anger for him? In an instant, his pale face was also stained with a faint blush.
"Auntie, are you signing up for weaving? Go directly to the weaving hut. There's some linen and fur there, and you need to make at least ten pieces of clothing every day. You'll be fined for wasting materials, and extra tasks are all on the task board in the weaving hut."
Song Xiaoqing nodded and said thank you with great gratitude.
Zhang Ya smiled and took Song Xiaoqing's arm, skipping along with her.
"Hurry up, hurry up." Seeing the person leave, Ye Miaomiao rubbed her forehead helplessly. She had just come up for a while, and Bell had already sent countless private messages impatiently. If she didn't go... she was afraid that Bell would rush up to look for people!
"I'll help you down first." Ye Miaomiao was about to take Zuo Haohan's arm when a few miners got there first: "Lord, let's do it!"
Two tall and strong men held Zuo Haohan in the middle and went down the cave much faster.
Once they reached the bottom of the cave, they were as surprised as Ye Miaomiao had been when she first arrived—there was a whole new world beneath the ground. Ye Miaomiao pointed them to the location: "The hut upstairs is the quarry hut, and the mission board is there. The quarry is down the cave in front. You must collect 100 pieces of metal ore per day, and any extra production will be purchased at the normal price."
Seeing several people nodding, Ye Miaomiao seemed to suddenly remember something: "You all have stone pickaxes? You can use yours for the next two days."
Several people looked at each other, because other professions were given tools by the territory, and they didn't know why miners... But... several people nodded.
"You will know in two days, because..." Ye Miaomiao smiled mysteriously.
Before Ye Miaomiao could finish her words, Bell came out of the iron shed with a cheerful look on his face. "Oh my! Isn't it just a matter of two days before your toolman can forge a level three pickaxe? Hurry up and give me the brewer. As long as I have the wine... I mean, as long as he's efficient, I can forge five for you right away!"
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