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Jing Changjiang arranged for the tree house to be far away from here so that he could do things away from everyone.

Jing Chunxi realized they would have to work all night, so she climbed up without hesitation. Her steps were heavy, but still firm. Once she reached the tree house, she could enter the space and rest.

After resting for fifteen minutes in the space, which was equivalent to more than an hour outside, and drinking a few sips of well water and some delicious food, she finally had the strength to work tonight.

She seemed to have seen herself after resting, and continued to move forward with full energy.

After Jing Chunxi left, Jing Changjiang gave another order: "Cook an extra pot of meat porridge for tomorrow. You can go down the mountain early tomorrow morning and don't have to wait for us."

"How can this be? I'll stay." Kuaijiao blurted out these words in a hurry. He looked at Jing Changjiang in surprise, his eyes revealing determination and loyalty. He didn't want to leave the general, but he had to protect the young lady.

"Follow orders. I've sent you down the mountain for another mission. After crossing the next two mountains, don't go back the way you came. Find a way to another destination." He looked at them sternly, "Remember to leave a mark for us."

Looking at the worried crowd, Jing Changjiang raised his eyebrows and his eyes became stern, "Anyone who violates this will be punished by military law!"

His voice sounded particularly cold in the night, leaving everyone without the slightest hesitation or reason to refute.

Before anyone else had even fallen asleep, Jing Changjiang and Jing Chunxi secretly headed for another hilltop. The night was as dark as ink, and all around was silent, with only the occasional chirping of insects to accompany their movements.

Jing Changjiang walked ahead, his steps light and steady. Years of experience in the martial arts world had made him familiar with this forest. He looked back at Jing Chunxi from time to time, his eyes full of concern, afraid that she would not be able to keep up.

Jing Chunxi followed Jing Changjiang closely. Although he felt a little nervous, he was more curious about the unknown and trusted his uncle.

The entire vein of ore went straight up, and Jing Changjiang was very familiar with it. Although the path leading straight up wasn't difficult to follow, they walked very cautiously to avoid being spotted by their men and chased after them, mistaking them for thieves.

They had been walking in the dark on the first hill, and only when they crossed the second hill and were heading down did they each hold a torch. The flames danced in the darkness, illuminating the path under their feet.

The path the soldiers had trampled was wide, free of branches and branches, and with the light from the fire, they made quick progress. In less than two hours, they reached the source of the mineral vein Jing Changjiang had mentioned.

Jing Changjiang stopped and turned to Jing Chunxi and said, "We're here. This is the head of the vein."

The scale of the vein was even larger than she had imagined. The excavated ore piled up into small hills, extending in the direction they were coming from.

Walking out of the hill where they were and heading west, Jing Changjiang took her around for a short while. It turned out that the mineral vein was on the opposite side, and the hills on the opposite side had almost been hollowed out.

The location where the ore was piled into a mountain was once a large canyon. Jing Chunxi stared at the scene in disbelief. She imagined what this place once looked like: a canyon with gurgling water and shady trees, but now it was all filled in and raised.

Jing Changjiang sighed and said, "When we first arrived, there was always water flowing here, but the amount was small and didn't affect the water source below. It's good to move the ore now, otherwise it might cause accidents during heavy rains." Although relocation was unavoidable, at least it would prevent the people living below the mountain from being affected by floods. For them, it was both good and bad.

If you want to collect ore at close range, you can't go back the same way, but have to walk close to them.

They could only go down the canyon. There was no road, only overgrown weeds and tall trees.

To make it easier for her to operate, Jing Changjiang swung his knife in front to chop trees and thorns. Jing Chunxi held a torch in one hand and collected ores from the space faster than Jing Changjiang swung his knife.

Jing Changjiang swung his sword with powerful and swift movements, the blade slicing through the air with a whirring sound. Jing Chunxi followed closely behind him, the torch in her hand illuminating her face. Her movements were skillful and swift, and the ore continued to accumulate in her space. Even so, her arms began to ache, but she gritted her teeth and persevered.

We walked and stopped a lot, and because of the thorns and trees, the return speed was much slower than the coming speed.

Every time we walked a distance, we would stop for a while after going down a hill, let my uncle drink some water and eat a meat bun to replenish his strength before continuing on.

He collected the tailings of the mine and saw that there were no more piles of ore. When he reached the point where the ore was mixed with soil and scattered here and there, Jing Changjiang felt a little exhausted. He sat down, threw his knife aside, and couldn't get up.

His breathing became rapid and his clothes were soaked with sweat so much that water could be wrung out of them.

Jing Chunxi was also extremely tired. She poked the fire into the ground, and after the sparks went out, she threw it to the ground. Then she sat down next to her uncle, lowered her head, and put her hands on her knees, not moving.

She felt her arm was as heavy as if it were filled with lead, and the other hand holding the torch was stiff and painful, and she could hardly lift it.

"I didn't expect this job to be so tiring." Even her voice became whisper-like.

Looking around at the ore in the space, except for the house that had not been squeezed and the stream that was still preserved, the ore piled up in other places was even higher than the mountain in the original space, and it felt like it was reaching the sky.

Jing Changjiang looked at the scattered piles of ore, turned to look at Jing Chunxi, and said, "There's not much gold left from these, so let's leave some bones for them to grind their teeth!" Was he calling them dogs? Jing Chunxi couldn't help laughing when he heard it, but it only twitched the corners of his mouth.

Although exhausted, I felt a sense of relief. I had accomplished this, and I was no longer afraid of pursuit.

"Uncle, let's go into the space and rest for a while." Jing Chunxi suggested, because he really felt that Jing Changjiang was too tired.

The two men were very close to each other and could see that there were several bloody scratches on his face, his pants were torn in several places, and there was grass stuck in his hair. He looked a little disheveled.

Seeing that his uncle didn't say anything, Jing Chunxi said again: "At least you can change into clean clothes."

Judging from my uncle's appearance, he was really very sleepy and had to sleep for an hour or two, otherwise he would not be able to walk the rest of the way.

"You haven't watched the night shift for a few days."

Jing Changjiang pointed to the east where the day had begun to dawn. It turned out that it was almost dawn. They had been walking all night, no wonder they were so tired.

He sighed and said, "Let's go! Hurry up and go up. Maybe we can get some sleep."

This is the only way. I know the tree house is not far from here, probably on the top of this mountain.

Jing Chunxi still felt sorry for his uncle. He had rested in the space for over an hour last night to get enough rest. His uncle hadn't rested for two days and two nights. He was probably going to have to travel non-stop from now on. Even an iron man couldn't stand it.