Ranch Story: Start Over

Seeing that Master Qian agreed, Feng Ling quickly responded: "Master Qian, it is only natural for me to give you some sweet potatoes. You have been kind to me and taught me a lot. You are also my teacher. It is only natural for a disciple to show respect to his teacher."

Qian Lao laughed and scolded: "You, stop talking nonsense, hurry up and get busy. Remember to practice well and don't be lazy!"

Feng Ling nodded and said, "Okay, Mr. Qian, don't worry, I will practice hard."

Feng Ling's goal this time was very clear, and he directly chose the rune farm tools that Zhuo Kak and the others wanted. Meanwhile, Mr. Qian patiently taught Feng Ling many technical operations. Compared with Aries's guidance, Mr. Qian's teaching was exquisite and benefited Feng Ling a lot.

Feng Ling was concentrating on refining the rune stone at this time, and he did not waste a single minute. He cleverly used the dream space to quickly and efficiently deduce and solve every problem raised by Qian Lao in the simulation space.

Due to the huge advantage of 14% research growth rate, the problem that originally took five minutes to complete can now be completed in a full 14% reduction.

Old Qian was very satisfied with Feng Ling's outstanding performance, and couldn't help but secretly marvel in his heart. Although he had not formally accepted this young man as his apprentice, his comprehension ability was far beyond that of ordinary people, which was incredible! Even when he was young, he had never had such an amazing performance.

As time passed quietly, when Zhuokak and the other dwarves once again emerged from the secret mine, they finally looked exhausted and breathless.

“Brother Feng! Grandpa Qian! We are back.”

"Thank you for your hard work. Come over here and have some water and take a rest." Old Man Qian was very satisfied with these hardworking little miners. They were all laborers working for him. No matter how much they dug, as the ore was handed over to the government, he would not bend the law for personal gain. However, he could still open the door to convenience, such as preferential admission with magic crystal coins or something.

Feng Ling opened his eyes and looked at the little guys panting. He stood up distressed and walked to the alchemy furnace and said:

"You won't be allowed to do this next time. Digging like this is too hard. I don't want you to become slave miners or something." Feng Ling said to the dwarfs with a serious face.

At this moment, Feng Ling suddenly realized a problem: he seemed to have forgotten something very important. He looked at the dwarves in front of him, and a trace of regret surged in his heart.

"Zhuokak, what did you use when digging?" Feng Ling asked hurriedly.

"Brother Feng, I used the golden cudgel, and it was very effective." Zhuokak replied with a smile.

"I use a hoe," said another dwarf.

"I use a rune hammer," another dwarf added.

Feng Ling listened to their answers, patted his head in annoyance, and felt full of self-blame. It turned out that he had always overlooked an important detail - they didn't even have a special pickaxe!

"It's my fault, it's my fault. I haven't provided you with a pickaxe until now." Feng Ling muttered to himself. He knew that because of his negligence, these dwarves suffered a lot when digging.

Thinking of this, Feng Ling decided to make a batch of professional mining pickaxes for them when he returned to improve their work efficiency and comfort.

"Brother Feng, there's no rush. We can refine the rune stone to match the pickaxe now."

Dimitri said nonchalantly that this place was a secret place, and the blessing effect would change slightly under special circumstances.

"Alright, alright, we're done. You little guys, seven of you can collect almost 10kg an hour. Your efficiency is terrifying."

As Mr. Qian spoke, he laughed happily.

“Hehehe, Grandpa Qian, this is all thanks to Brother Feng. We all hang out with Brother Feng.”

One of the dwarves said with a smile, and the other dwarves echoed him, expressing their admiration for Brother Feng.

"Alright, alright, I know you're secretly happy that you're following such a good boss."

Mr. Qian smiled and shook his head, but his eyes revealed a hint of relief. He had no racial conflicts or discrimination against the seven dwarfs. After all, these seven little guys were also children he had taken care of for many years. It was only later because of the conflict between races that the goblins and humans came into conflict.

However, this time the situation is different.

These dwarves no longer need to hide and can live freely here. Mr. Qian is very happy and also has a good impression of Feng Ling, the young man.

"But even if you have such a good boss, you still have to pay taxes. Let me see... Well, 21kg, round off the number and count it as 10kg for you to pay, leaving 11kg, is that ok?"

Mr. Qian looked at the weighing equipment carefully, then asked the dwarf.

"No problem, that's all." Feng Ling answered readily. He knew that paying taxes was a must, and that 10 kilograms was fair and reasonable enough. On Qian Lao's side, everyone gave each other face, so that they could have friendly and mutual assistance in a happy and harmonious manner.

If everyone is timid, it will affect the relationship between the two sides sooner or later.

"Mr. Qian, let's go back then."

"Go ahead, little guys, come here often in the future. When you have free time, come and mine. If I'm in a good mood, I can even teach you a little bit. It's definitely worth it."

"No problem, Grandpa Qian! We will definitely come."

"Wait for us, Grandpa Qian!"

"I'll bring some delicious food!"

Feng Ling watched the enthusiastic dwarf say goodbye to Old Qian, then he waved goodbye to Old Qian.

On the way back, Zhuokak asked:

"Brother Feng, can we come to mine more often in the future?"

"Are you still thinking about those cool abilities?"

"Hehehe, very handsome!"

Zhuokak smiled shyly and did not comment on Feng Ling's question. In his opinion, these skills may seem fancy, but they are very important for the use of the ranch.

"It's cool, but it's also very difficult to practice. In addition, you'll need concentrated iron and copper to upgrade your farm tools, and the amount won't be small."

"Then we go and dig for ore. We don't buy it. We refine the concentrated grade metal ourselves."

Zhuokak and others immediately understood Feng Ling's meaning when they heard it. They had to rely on themselves to upgrade these farm tools.

At this point, Feng Ling simply confessed:

"Everyone, let me tell you something. It's about the new alchemy furnace I bought."

"Yes, Brother Feng. We have all heard that the townspeople said that you spent a lot of money to buy five pieces of junk. Sooner or later, you will throw it away."

The rumor spread so much that even Zhuokak and the others knew about it, except Feng Ling himself.