Casting immortality in the furnace

Chapter 10 Expectations

Fan Zhou raised an eyebrow. What's wrong with that?

The sooner the land is cleared, the sooner the Langdang Mountain market opens, and the sooner these menial disciples can get on the right track, it's a good thing.

Seeing that he still didn't understand, Guan Qingyun wrote again, frustrated and disappointed:

"Someone's going to take control of us now!"

Fan Zhou understood now.

At present, Langdang Mountain Market is short-staffed, and the stewards are busy, so there is basically no one to look after them. Guan Qingyun is busy slacking off every day and is having a great time.

Now that the sect members have arrived, the land reclamation work has officially begun, and things will naturally no longer be as easy as they once were.

But Fan Zhou didn't care.

After all, he wasn't slacking off. These past few days, he'd been weeding, chopping firewood, and digging, and his hands were covered in blisters from all the work.

Even if the sect members arrive, they'll just continue doing the same thing.

"What are you writing?" Liu Ergou suddenly asked.

Guan Qingyun was startled and quickly wiped the water stains off the table, glaring at him angrily.

Liu Ergou looked completely bewildered.

After everyone finished breakfast, they gathered in front of Qin Zhiyuan.

Qin Zhiyuan took out a piece of parchment and spread it out on the table. It depicted the terrain around Langdang Mountain.

Fan Zhou took a closer look and discovered that it was a planning map of Langdang Mountain Market.

The text above is marked with words such as farmland, tea plantation, mine, and forest farm, and the area is divided by dotted lines.

The most eye-catching part is the area on the left side, near the mountain, where a large cluster of houses is meticulously drawn, with the words "Forging Workshop" written next to it.

Qin Zhiyuan's gaze swept over the four deacons, his deep voice unhurried:

"Now that the spiritual veins have been cleared and the mining direction for the Crimson Iron has been determined, there are two more urgent matters."

"The first is the digging of the irrigation canal, and the second is the preparation of charcoal. I plan to start with these two things once all the people sent by the sect have arrived. What do you all think?"

Liang Yong, the mine's manager, immediately agreed: "Okay."

Wang Xiaoshan, the charcoal yard supervisor, nodded and said, "No problem."

Tian Youliang and Manager Hu, who was in charge of tea, exchanged a glance and agreed.

Qin Zhiyuan nodded slightly, his rough hand stroking his thick beard, and continued:

"I'll make the arrangements for your personnel, is that alright?"

"Can."

The four deacons spoke in unison.

Qin Zhiyuan then offered suggestions on some key plans for Langdang Mountain, which the stewards all agreed to.

Fan Zhou stood aside and watched. He felt that these deacons probably wouldn't dare to have any opposing opinions to Qin Zhiyuan.

Qin Zhiyuan rattled off a lot of things in one breath, writing them down on the planning map.

Fan Zhou watched silently, gaining a general impression of the future Langdang Mountain Market.

The reason why the Sword Furnace established a market in this remote place is because there are signs of flourishing spiritual energy here, and it is highly likely to become a mid-grade spiritual vein in the next hundred years.

The main product of this place is the red-veined iron that Qin Zhiyuan just mentioned.

In addition, there are several local specialty teas, as well as a large amount of timber and stone.

After these resources are mined, the cleared land can be used for farming.

According to the planning map, this area is mostly terraced fields with very little farmland on the ground.

"I wonder how much blood and sweat will be needed to cultivate it."

Although Fan Zhou had long anticipated that farming would be arduous, he hadn't expected it to be this difficult.

More importantly, Grennon had no way out.

Fan Zhou frowned, trying to discern any opportunity from the planning map.

In the future, the most arduous and dangerous task in this market will be mining iron ore and stone.

The easiest jobs are probably growing tea and farming.

But none of this is what Fan Zhou wants.

His gaze shifted to the left side of the planning map.

Weapon Forging Workshop!

Without a doubt, this is the core of this market!

Judging from Hou Yi's previous description of the Jianlu Armory, it can basically be compared with state-owned military factories!

In terms of strength, status, and future prospects, the Armory is far superior to any other job.

It's impossible to say that Fan Zhou wasn't tempted.

"The sword forge's main business is sword forging. If I want to achieve something in the sword forge, the best choice is to become an apprentice in the armory and learn the art of sword forging!"

But this task is definitely very difficult.

"I wonder what the requirements are for entering the armory?"

Fan Zhou glanced at Qin Zhiyuan, but he seemed to have finished speaking, and with a wave of his hand, he put away the planning map.

"Gentlemen, the pioneering work for the market is about to begin. Since the sect has entrusted us with this important task, we must live up to its expectations!"

Qin Zhiyuan stood ramrod straight, his figure as imposing as an iron tower. His gaze swept over everyone present, his tone exceptionally serious:

"Let me make this clear: if anyone dares to shirk their duties or neglect their work, don't blame me for being ruthless!"

An invisible aura emanated from him, and even the chirping of insects could not be heard around him.

Fan Zhou felt a chill run down his spine, and goosebumps rose all over his body.

Guan Qingyun was even more pale, and his legs were shaking.

Even the deacons at the Qi Refining stage were taken aback and said in unison:

"We will definitely do our best!"

Having received everyone's assurances, Qin Zhiyuan's expression softened considerably.

"The sect's manpower will arrive tomorrow. I'll go capture a demon beast later to use for the sacrificial ceremony. Everyone, please work hard today to prepare a clean and tidy place."

The deacons readily agreed.

With a single step, Qin Zhiyuan transformed into a streak of flame and sped away.

Mine foreman Liang Yong clapped his hands and said to the others:

"Since Boss Qin has given the order, let's get started."

Tian Youliang and the others nodded in agreement and turned to leave.

Fan Zhou and the others followed behind.

"Teacher Tian, ​​what are we going to do today?" Fan Zhou asked.

Tian Youliang turned around and glanced at him, then smiled:

"Boss Qin instructed that it's our turn to work hard today, so you guys should take a rest. Anyway, you can't be of much help."

He said that, but Fan Zhou and the others didn't dare to actually rest. Even Guan Qingyun obediently followed along, thinking that he should help out in some way later, so that Qin Laoda wouldn't see him slacking off.

The four deacons arrived at the wasteland outside the village.

Although Fan Zhou and his companions weeded almost every day, the few teenagers with no cultivation could not do much work, so the outside was still overgrown with weeds, covered with thorns, and piled with various stones.

Steward Hu stroked his beard and said with a smile, "Let this old man go first."

He flicked his sleeve, raised his right hand high, and a hazy blue light shone between his fingers.

"The wind is blowing!"

With a clear shout, the wind howled all around, and visible white streams of air gathered above his head, instantly forming a huge, distorted vortex.

"go!"

With a wave of his hand, Deacon Hu unleashed the wind that had been restraining him, which howled and swept forward. Large amounts of wild grass and thorns were whipped up by the gale, and even tall trees were uprooted and sent flying into the sky in a chaotic mess.

Fan Zhou and the others exclaimed in surprise, "Wow!"

"So Lao Hu is this amazing," Zhang Yu muttered to himself.

Wang Xiaoshan, who was in charge of timber and charcoal, laughed and said, "It's my turn."

He put his fingers to his lips, took a deep breath, and then exhaled sharply. A large amount of flame overflowed from between his lips and teeth, transforming into a giant fire bird that soared into the air and burned all the grass and trees that Deacon Hu had blown up to ashes.

Fan Zhou and the others watched with bright eyes, filled with envy.

"Ahem, well then, I'll show you what I've got."

Tian Youliang coughed and took a step forward.

He muttered incantations, and a ball of earthy yellow light gradually appeared beneath his feet.

"rise!"

Tian Youliang raised his right foot and stomped heavily on the ground. The yellowish-brown light instantly spread out for dozens of feet, and a large number of clods of earth were turned up one after another, revealing the soil underneath, forming a fan shape with his feet as the center.

The boys gasped in surprise again.

Fan Zhou's eyes widened, not because of the magic Tian Youliang had used, but because he saw a line of dark red moving in the turned soil.

"It's a blood centipede!"

Fan Zhou's expression brightened, and he was about to run over and grab him, but then he saw that Deacon Liang was about to cast a spell, so he had to stop.

Noticing his reaction, Tian Youliang swiftly grabbed the blood centipede, crushed it, and tossed it at Fan Zhou's feet, asking in confusion:

"What do you need this thing for?"

Fan Zhou was both surprised and delighted, but he didn't know how to answer him, so he could only stammer:

"I'll use it to make medicinal liquor."

Tian Youliang gave him a speechless look, then waved his hand again, grabbing two or three more blood centipedes and throwing them to Fan Zhou.

"Thank you, Master Tian!"

Fan Zhou was overjoyed; these were all big guys over seven inches!

The largest one was a foot long!

"I wonder how many days' worth of vital essence will be depleted from the 'Ten Styles Sword' after these infused liquors are used."

Fan Zhou was filled with anticipation.