Song Xiaozhu immediately thought of Fan Cang...
She had guessed that Fan Cang was someone of extraordinary status, but she hadn't expected him to be so powerful.
Judging from Bai Jing's words, Mu Qing's identity must be quite extraordinary. How did he end up working at this Xiaoxiao logging camp in this Garbage Mountain?
Hmm...
Once Song Xiaozhu thought about her own identity, she no longer found it strange.
Where there is money and power, there is bound to be all sorts of backstabbing and infighting.
If even the Clouds heiress Li Siyuan ended up in Garbage Mountain, it's no surprise that Mu Qing is running a logging camp here.
Bai Jing continued, "Moreover, the main workforce in this logging camp isn't the loggers, but rather the large-scale equipment belonging to the Fan Clan. Their efficiency is extremely high; one machine is equivalent to hundreds of people. The resources they transport to Ink City daily are unimaginable to the residents of Garbage Mountain..."
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Song Xiaozhu had some guesses about this, and she nodded. "Large machinery is definitely much more efficient than manual labor."
Bai Jing: "The reason there are so many loggers... is Mu Qing's own idea. This urgent order, for example, was also issued out of his own pocket. Firstly, the buffer zone really needs a lot of timber, and secondly, it's because he... um... feels sorry for these displaced people."
Bai Jing spoke coldly, but Song Xiaozhu still sensed the compassion behind his words.
So that's how it is...
The logging camp belongs to the wealthy family of Ink City, but it's clear that by building a forest of this size, they have a more efficient logging method and don't need to employ so many workers.
Mu Qing Qingren is really nice.
Song Xiaozhu was stunned.
Bai Jing looked at her and said, "So, you understand now, no matter how good an axe is, it can't compare to large machinery. Mu Qing doesn't care about the lumberjacks' efficiency, so he won't..."
Song Xiaozhu interrupted him, saying, "I think he would cooperate with me."
A Bai Jing eyebrow arched upwards.
Song Xiaozhu: "Originally, the logging camp didn't need loggers, but Boss Mu insisted on keeping them. I imagine he had quite a few arguments with the conglomerate over this. You tell me, at that time... the loggers' efficiency increased dramatically, even..."
Bai Jing understood what she meant and scoffed, "Naive. Humans can't compete with those large machines."
Song Xiaozhu: "That's how it has to be, that's how you save face!"
Which one is the long face?
This is clearly a slap in the face.
The Fortress's inhabitants were convinced that heavy machinery could outcompete manual labor, but Mu Qing, relying on a group of lumberjacks, achieved even more efficient production...
How awesome!
That's the spirit I'm after!
Bai Jing paused, then uttered a cold snort.
He didn't say anything more. Let them talk if they want; whether it works out or not is none of his business.
As the midday sun began to set in the west, Song Xiaozhu, with Qiu Shuyu's help, had stockpiled a considerable amount of Raw Wood Material.
The three small boxes were full again. Right now, she was desperately short of Quantum Coin and needed to complete Growth Quest 2 as soon as possible. At least it was 10 Quantum Coin, which was better than nothing.
Thinking of this, Song Xiaozhu couldn't help but sigh. There was a time when she didn't even care about 10 Quantum Coin.
Bai Jing: "It's about time, let's go take a look."
After Song Xiaozhu and Qiu Shuyu finished packing, they went to the logging camp with him.
Coincidentally, Mu Qing happened to be at the logging camp when he saw Bai Jing leading two women.
The boy came over, and he stepped forward, saying, "Come this way, I had them unload it into the warehouse."
Bai Jing nodded and asked, "How many kilograms?"
Mu Qing: "Over a hundred kilograms. I estimate the order will be completed before dark."
This speed was about what Bai Jing and the others had imagined. Foxtail grass was easy to collect, and the price would be much higher if it were priced a few cents higher. However, if that were the case, the lumberjacks would have no incentive.
At this price, there are definitely people willing to do it; it's not a problem to finish it in a day.
The villagers in Liu Family Village can't wait; the medicine needs to get there as soon as possible.
One hundred catties is enough to make quite a few pills. The rest can be made slowly, since you can only take a maximum of four pills a day.
Mu Qing asked, "Do you need someone to help you move back to the community?"
Bai Jing shook her head and asked in return, "Can I use this warehouse?"
Mu Qing readily agreed, "No problem."
After saying this, he left the warehouse, leaving Bai Jing and the other two there.
Song Xiaozhu understood Bai Jing's meaning: instead of going through the trouble of moving it back, it would be more convenient for them to carry it as pills after it was made here.
As for Mu Qing...
Bai Jing had already taken the blame.
The question is, it was him who did it.
After closing the door, Qiu Shuyu stood by it, listening intently to the sounds outside.
Song Xiaozhu didn't waste any time. After summoning the " Workbench," she began processing the foxtail grass.
The foxtail grass in the forest farm is not very big, each plant weighs less than 5 or 6 grams. If you weigh 500 grams, there are at least a hundred plants, which can be used to make about 10 portions of Medicinal Raw Material, or about 20 anti-inflammatory pills.
400 jin (200 catties) would yield a full 8,000 pieces.
Of course, this is the ideal situation. In fact, Song Xiaozhu doubted that with her " Unlucky Player " constitution, she might not even be able to get 4,000 pills.
The synthesis rate of the Medicinal Raw Material is not bad, but it is said that they need to be divided into red and blue, and anti-inflammatory tablets require more blue ones. If you are unlucky and synthesize a large amount of red medicinal materials, then 400 catties will not be enough.
Of course, even if it's not enough, it won't be too far off.
Maybe she'll have a lucky day and the success rate of synthesizing items will be high.
Filled with hope, Song Xiaozhu began the synthesis.
She didn't feel tired at all, nor did she find it boring; she just thought it was quite fun to go around in the air.
At first, the efficiency was very low. The foxtail grass was collected in a mess, and she had to piece together several plants before she could stabilize the synthesis rate. It was about what she had imagined. One pound could synthesize more than ten portions of Medicinal Raw Material. There were still more red ones, but fortunately, there were not as few blue ones as she had imagined.
Bai Jing observed more carefully than Qiu Shuyu, but she could only sense the flow of Force before the medicine appeared.
Song Xiaozhu wasn't exaggerating; her efficiency was indeed astonishing. If she hadn't had to tidy up the foxtail grass, she probably could have finished making it in half an hour.