Chapter 344 Sorting Ore
"Hmm! Come to think of it, it was you who told us this name!"
As Qing Ning walked, he said, "If there are common characteristics in culture, language, history, living habits, etc., they can be classified as a nation. Isn't it the same for you, the Taiyin Sect disciples who came from the Blue Star Realm?"
Night Cat scratched his head: "Hiss... That's true, but in fact we still have many different countries and regions, cultures, and even languages..."
"After all, they are very different from us Liuzhou people...ah, us Nabahai people!"
Qing Ning said, stopped walking, pointed at a very simple tent in front of him and said, "Look, this is it!"
Night Cat also realized that in just a few words, the two of them had walked a long distance and arrived at a gathering place full of tents.
Most of the tents are made of felt, leather and other materials, with a primitive atmosphere - really a primitive "aroma", with the fishy smell and the smell of livestock hitting the face, making the night owl feel as if he saw his grandmother.
Some of the tents looked very familiar. They were the same as those posted by the big guys in the game forum. They were obviously waterproof cloth developed and sold by the big guys in Chang'an City. They were colorful and very gorgeous.
Although the tents looked different and the people gathered were of all kinds, there was a wooden pole erected in front of each tent with a small triangular flag hung on the pole with the three words "Nabahai" written in various languages, but most of them were crooked, probably because the cultural literacy of each owner of the flag was different.
The most eye-catching things among these tents are the baskets and boxes of minerals placed on the open space outside the tents. They are colorful and emit various kinds of light.
"We are really short of manpower. But today, it seems that many people from your Taiyin Sect came. It has alleviated the situation a little, but it is still not enough," Qing Ning muttered, "There are too many orders from your Chang'an City. If we continue at this rate, it will probably take until next month just to sort the ore! Not to mention refining, purifying, and smelting it into ingots, which will take a lot of time! We even built the furnace only two days ago!"
Night Cat asked doubtfully: "You can issue tasks. It sounds like the price you offer is not low. There should be a lot of players coming, right?"
Qing Ning said with a sad face, "They have been paid, but most of them can't stand working for a quarter of an hour. We can only watch and pay, and at most, they can only work for half an hour. There are only a handful of people who can stay and work for a while longer! In all these days, there are only two people who stay and come to work every day!"
Hearing this, Night Cat became a little worried about this task: "Well, how long will it take to sort a box?"
"I don't know about that. Everyone's speed is different! But if you are skilled, it shouldn't take half an hour!"
Qing Ning said as he opened one of the rather large felt tents and greeted the people inside loudly: "Sea Turtle Qichun! Soup Dumplings! I found another ore sorter! You two come and teach him! I still have to go check on the shops!"
"no problem!"
As two male and female voices came out in unison, Ye Mao stretched his neck to take a look, and found that the two people inside were actually two players. They were obviously old players - the equipment on their bodies was flashy and glowing, almost blinding his eyes!
"Oh! It's a newbie!"
Guan Tangbao was the first to discover that what Yemao was wearing was actually the green cloth clothes given as a gift by novices. It was plain and not very good-looking - it might also be that the aesthetic taste of veteran players was distorted by all kinds of fancy light effects and colorful fabrics. In short, these novice suits were unanimously discriminated against among the player community.
Of course, the discrimination is against the clothes, not the new players.
Thanks to the gaming atmosphere initially created by veteran players like Wang Ergou and Zhao Qing, the game "Ten Continents" is particularly friendly to newbies. Since the introduction of the master-apprentice system, even the frequency of planners being asked about their family tree because of their poor guidance for novices has decreased a lot.
Yemao is a man who is almost 30 in real life. If he were to be in front of a kindergarten, he would be called "uncle". He was a newbie in the game and was not quite used to it. He stuttered and asked politely, "Hello, big guys. How do I do this task?"
"It's very simple! Look at the boxes in front of us. If you see something that looks similar to the ones in this box, throw it in. If you can't tell them apart or don't recognize them, and there's no debuff on your status bar when you hold them in your hand, throw them over there. If there is a debuff, put it in this basket. This basket has a magic talisman that isolates the smell. It can prevent the smell of these evil mines from affecting normal people!"
Guan Tangbao explained enthusiastically, pointing to the row of wooden boxes in front of her and Qichun the turtle, the hill-high pile of colorful ore behind them, and the woven basket next to the ore pile.
There were several ghostly talismans pasted on the woven basket, and there was a faint golden light flowing on the surface, which looked very elegant...
Night Cat looked at the talismans that looked like immortals with shining eyes and asked, "Wow, were these talismans also drawn by players?"
Qi Chun, the turtle, continued, "Of course! The market price is one dollar per piece! It's very difficult to draw! And the materials are hard to buy! Tsk tsk tsk tsk! It's just that these paintings are really ugly! What a waste of these good spiritual materials!"
Guan Tang Bao asked excitedly: "By the way, what's your ID? Can you add me as a friend?"
"[A bunch of night cats], let me add you. Don't you guys hide your IDs?"
While calling up the system friend panel, Yemao looked at the clearly identifiable IDs above the heads of the two old players and felt a little confused - hiding the ID was a feature that had been updated not long ago. He hid it as soon as he entered the game, and thought everyone would do the same. Unexpectedly, none of the three old players he met had hidden their IDs.
Guan Tang Bao waved his hand and said, "Hey, it doesn't matter whether it's hidden or not! Then we'll call you Night Owl. Go move a box of ore over there, or a basket. It's the same. But a friendly reminder, it's more cost-effective to move fewer boxes of ore!"
Night Cat looked at the almost empty wooden box in front of Qi Chun, and then looked at the half-empty woven basket in front of Guan Tang Bao. He couldn't help but ask curiously, "Why did you choose a basket, sir?"
"Because I agreed with the NPC that I don't want to be paid, I want to pick the ore myself, and if she thinks it's not a loss, she'll let me take it. This is much more cost-effective than me earning money to buy it again! Hehe!"
Guan Tang Bao first spoke happily, then complained about himself: "There's nothing we can do as poor weapon cultivators! The initial investment in this business is too high! For people like Dan cultivators and Fu cultivators, the investment is much lower. Although the rate of return is not as high as that of weapon cultivators, they buy spiritual materials cheaply! They can easily make back their investment! We weapon cultivators are helpless! Once the refining fails, all those expensive spiritual materials will be wasted!"
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