Ji…
There was the sound of brakes, and the big iron cage car stopped in front of everyone. The Dwarf in the car got out, and Fang Ping followed Grass Cypress into the car.
"These two and I will head to the third mining area."
The Dwarven auntie with the cloth bag around her neck looked up at Fang Ping and Qing Niao.
"Twelve coppers."
There were wooden planks under the large iron cage cart and iron frames around it. There was no place to sit. The entire cart was flat. Everyone was standing and holding onto the iron frames.
Fang Ping was half a head taller than the Dwarves. His line of sight was unobstructed. He looked around but did not see any place that could hold a steam engine or engine. What was the power of this car?
Right, Fang Ping suddenly remembered that this was a world filled with energy. His thoughts were still limited to the old ideas. Energy-powered systems were not impossible.
