All his attention was focused on observing the villagers of Riverbend Village.
After work in the evening, everyone carried their haul to report to Zhao Qing.
Everyone had a daily quota of three, and Zhao Qing was responsible for tallying, with a dedicated accountant beside him to keep records.
Others could basically hand in enough.
However, when it was Elder Chen's turn, Zhao Qing glanced at the football-sized piece of Fire Rock Ore and counted the five that Zhou Shitou helped dig out: "Chen Mu, thirteen pieces!"
Elder Chen got anxious as soon as he heard this: "Steward Qing, this isn't right. This large piece of Fire Rock Ore should at least be counted as ten pieces, how can you only count it as three?"
Zhao Qing's face darkened: "If I say eight pieces, then eight pieces it is. You old thing have a problem with that?"
"You... aren't you bullying people?" Elder Chen said indignantly.
