As long as they work for three hours, they can rest and do whatever they want during the remaining time.
There is food and drink, they can wash up, wear new clothes, and stay clean.
Such days, for them, are simply heavenly; they all obediently follow Mu Xin's orders.
Mu Xin himself is also part of the rotating shifts, not making any exceptions, participating in the mining work.
If there is a cave-in unexpectedly in the mining area, there is no need to worry about safety.
The patrolling eight-eyed Divine Race ghost shadows will swiftly save them.
Even after being saved, they haven't yet realized what has happened.
Although the yield of this mine is far less than other mines because it's not filled with lives.
But in Lin Qian's view, it is orderly and thriving, fitting the environment of the Huaxia Empire.
Lin Qian nods at this, quite satisfied.
At least Mu Xin has submitted an answer sheet to him that is satisfactory enough, passing such a test.
