hotmtlnovel Chapter 120: Migrant Workers from the Tang Dynasty
Chapter 120: Migrant Workers from the Tang Dynasty
Chapter 120: Migrant Workers from the Tang Dynasty
Xu Qing dashed far ahead, holding onto the small red bucket without spilling a drop of water. He was amazed at how much he had improved over the past few months. Back then, running just a few steps with Jiang He left him gasping for air.
“I checked—there aren’t any surveillance cameras nearby,” Jiang He reminded him. She was calm, her breath steady. In her right hand, she carried three cans of cola hugged to her chest, while her left hand held a small folding stool. She slowed her pace gradually.
“You even know to check for cameras before doing something shady?”
“I’ve always known.”
“...Alright.”
Xu Qing was left speechless at her smug tone. Was she trying to cultivate a troublemaker? If so, that would be utterly ridiculous.
“Here.” Jiang He handed him a cola, then carefully opened one for herself, mindful not to let the carbonation fizz out. She took a small sip, savoring the sensation of the cola bursting on her tongue. Her eyes narrowed slightly.@@@@
“This stuff is amazing. What a great invention,” she declared.
“I like this spot,” she added.
“I’m different—I like you,” Xu Qing said casually.
“Seriously? I’m already your girlfriend. Do you still need to say that?”
“Why wouldn’t I? If I stopped liking you just because we’re together, wouldn’t that make me a scumbag?”
“...Fair enough.” Jiang He didn’t argue further and instead focused on enjoying her cola. As the midday sun warmed them, they walked side by side toward home.
A thousand years...
“I wonder what the next thousand years will be like.”
“Maybe interstellar colonization.”
“What’s that?”
“It’s like living on the moon. You’ve come too early. If you’d arrived 5,000 years later, Earth might be nearly deserted, with robots everywhere. Then you’d wield your sword and battle robots until you collapsed.”
Jiang He’s thoughts shifted quickly, but Xu Qing always managed to keep up and even surpass her imagination.
...
After lunch, Jiang He opened her game and stared at her inventory full of gold coins, contemplating for a long while before finally asking, “How do I sell this?”
Now that the Lunar New Year had passed, gold prices in the game had risen again. She had been stockpiling materials for months and had just listed them in the auction house, converting everything into in-game currency.
Xu Qing had said it could be turned into real money, and she trusted him without question. She had always treated it like genuine savings.
“Sell it?”
Xu Qing, who was about to boot up his computer, leaned over to look at her account’s gold balance. The string of zeroes dazzled him.
He had only intended to find her something to do to pass the time and hadn’t expected her to work this hard. The results of her persistence were shocking.
“This game has a cap, so I spread it across a few accounts,” Jiang He added. She even grabbed a notepad to show him all her progress over the past few months.
Her roster of characters had grown as she became more skilled, evolving from a newbie into a seasoned “gold farmer.” Most of her newer characters were “Creators,” showcasing her mastery of the game.
“Gold is worth a lot more now—350,000 coins per dollar. I calculated that if I sell everything...” Jiang He’s eyes sparkled with anticipation, holding her pen tightly as she waited for Xu Qing to help her turn her efforts into cash. Finally, she could repay her debts.
“Amazing,” Xu Qing praised. When he used to play, he never had that kind of dedication.
“...Let me find a buyer. Moving this amount isn’t easy, but don’t worry, I’ll sell it all for you.”
A Tang Dynasty native earning her first fortune in the modern era by gaming... The thought alone was inspiring.
Xu Qing spent the entire afternoon researching the best ways to maximize her profit. He divided the gold among third-party websites, announced it in chat groups, and compared prices from various traders and streamers. The slight differences in rates wouldn’t matter for small amounts, but with her stockpile, even a tiny discrepancy could translate into significant money.
“I can finally repay you!” Jiang He said excitedly, watching Xu Qing manage the transactions. To her, repaying debts was non-negotiable—she hadn’t ignored Second Boss’s teachings.
“After that, you’ll still have plenty left. You can buy new clothes and shoes—or I’ll get you shoes. You can treat me to a fancy meal or buy something you like.” Xu Qing shared her chair, reviewing transaction limits to ensure there wouldn’t be any hiccups.
“It’s been a while since I played this game, so I’ve forgotten some of the rules,” he muttered.
“Do you want a kiss?” Jiang He asked softly.
“Huh?”