Chapter 1513: jobs

Seeing other black iron dwarves think so, Morin knew that it would be impossible not to eat this meal anyway. Fortunately, Morin's body is absolutely not afraid of toxic substances, because, that spider looks really toxic.
Forcibly suppressing the disgusting feeling in his heart, Morin really shredded a spider and put it in his mouth.
He said he wanted to use porridge to deliver it, but Morin couldn't, because he could see that the other dwarves were all enjoying expressions when they ate this thing.
The same should be true of this Kazak who wants to come.
So, Morin behaved in the same way.
Fortunately, something looks disgusting, but when it comes to the mouth, because it is no longer visible, it is less disgusting.
That disgusting thing was just sending the thing in the mouth, and after gradually adapting in the mouth, Morin really tasted a little aroma.
Anyway, this is considered to be a bit of meat. In this way, Morin is considered to be a part of the meal, and he has roughly integrated into the ranks of the Dark Iron Dwarves.
Soon, thirty minutes of breakfast had passed. In fact, in 278 minutes, all the black iron dwarves had already left here.
The reason why they will take 30 minutes is not actually the process of eating. After all, that thing is really pitiful.
Time is actually wasted in the process of cooking.
Seeing that many black iron dwarves had left here, Morin could not have spent so much time here. He also drank the last bite of porridge and went out with a few dwarves.
In order not to arouse suspicion, Morin’s breakfast is naturally clean and clean. If you don’t eat cleanly, how do you think others will feel?
Morin followed the dwarves, led by a leading black iron dwarf, left the stone hall in front of the door, and walked down the steel steps of the cliff.
When I came outside, the air was still filled with fireworks, which was not much stronger than inside.
As the dwarves continued to advance, they came to some of the caves at the bottom of the cliff.
In the low mine hole, the beams at the entrance are slightly bent, and the black hole hole looks less safe.
Due to the height of the dwarves, it is naturally effortless to enter such a mine, and Morin’s task here is to select ore and load ore to transport the ore.
This kind of work seems simple and not tiring, but if it is done, it is not as easy as it seems.
First of all, picking ore is a matter of testing eyesight.
You need to see at a glance what these minerals contain. Is it copper ore or iron ore?
This thing can't be done without some professional knowledge.
Here, Morin was in trouble. He doesn't know much about ore, so he can only temporarily see how others work.
Every dwarf who drops the ore is responsible for a small amount of cart. This cart can hold two dwarves. So, according to the standard of dwarves, it is not a cart.
Morin also got one, and he saw the words iron ore clearly written on the bodywork.
It seems that they need to pick iron ore this time.
Watching other black iron dwarves threw the ore into the car quickly, Morin did so pretendingly.
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However, he knew that if the job was not done well, it would not be mixed up.
Therefore, he is very careful to observe the appearance characteristics of other dwarves picking ore.
Mo Lin then drew a gourd like this, throwing ore similar to what he saw into his car.
In about an hour, the car was full, and then, the black iron dwarf pulled the car away.
Moline also followed, they came to the deep pit about the middle of the cliff, and then pulled the ore to the third platform on the cliff, handed over there.
There is a black iron dwarf who is responsible for acceptance, and records the table number of the ore cart alongside the person's name.
For example, when Morin became Kazak, the ore cart he pulled was No. 85, and the recorder wrote in the book: Kazak, No. 85.
It seems that this must be checked and accepted. If there is a problem with the car ore, then you can find the person according to the number.
Seeing here, Morin panicked. If you fail to pass this car inspection, what should you do?
In the morning, Morin transported the last three carts of ore. Although this amount of labor is not particularly large, but for Mo Lin, it is really a huge test.
Of course, the amount of labor mentioned is not large, that is only for the miners who plan the mine.
However, this piece of ore weighs more than ten pounds, or even heavier. This car has to be loaded with two hundred pieces of ore, so the weight of this car does not have to be counted.
Such a heavy minecart completely relies on personal power to pull it out so far, and has to climb slopes, etc. This is not a common man.
Fortunately, because this job has a certain technical "sex", its labor will be reduced accordingly.
After the morning work is done, it is time for lunch. It's still half an hour.
This time, Mo Lin was suddenly sitting next to a black iron dwarf.
At the food stall, the dwarf said to Morin: "Kazak, even if you are dissatisfied with the current situation, don't deliberately do the wrong job."
Mo Lin's heart moved when he heard it. He immediately analyzed two points, one of which seemed to be that the way he worked on the gourds and scoops was something wrong.
The second is that this Kazak seems to belong to an "extremist" element, a guy who is uneasy about the status quo.
Morin said: "So what else can they do?"
This is actually a sentence without a head and a tail, but for the dwarf, he naturally has his own understanding.
Just listen to him: "Aren't you asking for bitter taste? I know, you are dissatisfied with our current situation, but we also have to save our lives before we can say anything else. If you do this, you will be beaten, Transfer you away from here to be a miner, you must not be exhausted there!"
Mo Linxin said: This is the punishment I may receive, and it is okay.
Moline didn't want to say anything, just nodded and said, "Okay, I know."
The dwarf sighed, apparently worried for Kazak.
In particular, it can be seen that the dwarf was also dissatisfied with the status of his slave.
Otherwise, he would not warn Kazak sympathetically.