After confirming that it was uranium, Wei Yang was a little desperate.

The slave, who was barely humanoid just now, was initially just sorting the ore on his own.

It didn't take long for him to find that Wei Yang was stunned and motionless, and when he turned around, he glared at Wei Yang fiercely, and scolded him.

The voice was low, slow, and a little trembling, but it revealed a hint of stubbornness.

"It's useless to be in a daze. If you want to live, work hard! Push that cart of ore into the square! If the yield of our mine falls to the end, no one will have good fruit to eat! Remember, this is Cave 2587! ”

When Wei Yang heard this, he smiled bitterly.

He clearly realized that this dream adventure, or rather a trial, would not be an easy and enjoyable trip.

Wei Yang took a deep breath, bent down and pushed the wheelbarrow full of green light uranium ore and walked in the direction of the square.

As soon as he got his hands on it, Wei Yang found that this small unicycle looked small, but the weight was very heavy.

If you don't put in the strength of your whole body, you can only move slowly step by step.

There is no guarantee of even a normal speed, let alone a run.

Wei Yang had no choice but to use the Inner Family Fist Heart Technique, and he found that when he did this, although his strength did not really increase, his body felt much easier.

Wei Yang pushed a wheelbarrow and walked down the winding mine road, and finally arrived at the square where the ore was collected.

In the center of the square is where the managers register the production of the pit, and on one side there are mountains of uranium ore piled up in the open air, and on the other side, many slaves like Wei Yang are hunched over and pushing wheelbarrows, using all their strength to go back and forth between the mine and the square.

Most of the slaves in the mines were barefoot and dressed in rags.

Not to mention the strength and thinness, his expression was numb, and there was only confusion in his eyes.

The slaves lined up in an orderly manner, and in turn pushed their wheelbarrows in front of the managers who were sitting in the center of the square.

After reporting his mine number and waiting for the manager to record it in the file, he received a small wooden plaque with a length of an inch from the deputy next to the administrator.

After unloading the ore from the wheelbarrow to the designated location, the slaves turned around and rushed back to their mines with the empty carts.

Wei Yang watched one and understood the significance of this practice.

He could only smile bitterly and draw a scoop according to the gourd, and then talk about it after finishing it first.

Wei Yang silently counted his breath and heartbeat, estimating the time it would take.

Although there were a lot of people, the team marched very fast, and after waiting in line for about five minutes, it was Wei Yang's turn.

The management staff glanced up at Wei Yang, with a somewhat disdainful expression, and asked casually when he saw his undamaged clothes and pants. "New here?"

Wei Yang nodded, and didn't say much. "This is Cave 2587."

The manager pointed to the farthest ore pile. "Just send it over there. This trip is a quarter of an hour late, a measurement card will be deducted, and the next time you will run faster! ”

After saying this, without waiting for Wei Yang to react, he raised his voice and shouted: "Next!" ”

Wei Yang gritted his teeth, knowing that there was a loss in the No. 2587 mine where he was located.

At the moment, he seemed to have no choice but to speed up, pour the ore onto the ore pile as fast as he could, and then run back to Mine 2587 to continue the cycle.

Whether it was the guards patrolling back and forth in the square, or the overseers near the mine who were carrying machetes on their backs and leather whips around their waists, they were all stronger and more powerful than Wei Yang's body at this time, both in terms of stature and momentum.

Wei Yang knew that he was at a disadvantage at the moment, and he could only use his fastest speed to push the empty car and run on the winding and rugged path that he had to pass back to the mine.

He had to do everything he could to get out of this place as soon as possible.

According to Wei Yang's observation, Qingyang Star is not a world with prosperous science and technology and advanced information.

It seems that there is no steam age yet, let alone the electric age and the nuclear age.

But it's quite strange that they would value uranium ore so much.

The natives here are tall and sturdy, and seem to be very focused on the way of body refining.

Yesterday, I heard Wei Tuo mention the refining rank here, which is a proof of this.

These guards and overseers seen today are yet another proof of this!

Should I continue to practice Neijiaquan, or should I learn the way of refining the body of the indigenous people of Qingyang Star?

Wei Yang rushed to the time of thinking, and soon returned to Mine No. 2587.

The slave who had scolded Wei Yang before was still sorting the ore, and there were already two wheelbarrows around him that were full.

There were also a few young slaves in the cave who were in slightly better shape, all of whom were tense in thin but lean bodies.

The whole person was attached to the rock wall of the mine, and he was constantly pounding with small hammers and pickaxes.

After hard work, the ore dug up fell to the ground every now and then.

When the ore under their feet was piled up, the slave who had scolded Wei Yang would walk over and gather them up, so that the miners could barely stand on their feet.

Wei Yang only glanced at it casually, and then hurriedly pushed a cart full of ore and rushed towards the square.

As soon as the inner family fist technique was operational, his body became much lighter, and his strength seemed to have quietly increased a lot.

After queuing on the second trip, the administrator gave Wei Yang a small wooden plaque of an inch long like any other slave, which was used as the basis for calculating the ore that had been delivered in Cave 2587.

Wei Yang flew back and forth more than thirty times in a row.

Except for the first time, I got a small wooden card with a length of inches every time. This small wooden sign is a special counting card for this mine.

When Wei Yang was queuing, he saw several times that there were also slaves who were deducted from counting wooden cards because of physical exhaustion, or because the car overturned on the road and threw some ore.

And the desperate and sad expression of the slave who was deprived of the counting wooden card shocked his heart.

At this moment, Wei Yang once again clearly realized the sadness of being an "ant".

He unconsciously used all the means at his disposal, trying his best to mobilize all the strength of his whole body.

The effect is obvious, except for the first time because I was not familiar with the terrain and process, as well as observing the environment, I wasted some time, and then every time the efficiency was fast and punctual.

By the thirty-fourth time, Wei Yang was just about to reach out to push the full wheelbarrow, but found that his arm was so sore that he couldn't lift it.

Wei Yang felt that the strength of his whole body had been exhausted at this moment, and as for the warm air mass in the dantian, it seemed to have condensed a little more, and the volume had also increased a little.

At present, the whole body is also in a state of extreme fatigue.

That feeling of exertion has already penetrated into every cell.

No matter how much Wei Yang used the inner fist's heart technique, he couldn't solve this excessive overdraft of his physical strength.

Wei Yang really wanted to take a break, so he let go of the wheelbarrow and just took two steps outside the mine, but before he could say this idea, the old wound on his back came from the pain of the wound cracking again.

The Overseer's whip was drawn very casually but with great precision over his old wounds.

"Rubbish! The first day I got out of the mine, I dared to be lazy for Lao Tzu! Don't get out of here yet! ”

Wei Yang was stumbled by this whip.

His physical strength is now extremely overdrawn, his steps are a little vain, and he is about to lose his footing.

"Rubbish!"

The overseer was in no mood to care if a slave's physical strength was exhausted, so he flung it up with a whip.

"I'm telling you to delay! Don't get out of here and get to work! ”

The monstrous anger rushed to the top of Wei Yang's head, and his face turned from blue to red from just pale, like a boiled crab.

I don't know where the strength came from, so that his body, which was about to fall, staggered and stood firm.

Looking at the overseer's figure, the floating air currents around him that were visible to the naked eye, and then at his own body, Wei Yang didn't say anything.

He'll write it down!

Wei Yang drilled into the mine again, and after pulling the ore of a wheelbarrow onto the path outside the mine, he gritted his teeth and pushed the wheelbarrow to run as hard as he could.

Every muscle, every skin, every cell of his was now clamoring for him to stop and rest.

However, he simply couldn't find a break to rest.

As long as you run slowly, when you line up to hand over the ore, you may not get the counting wooden cards.

This kind of loss will directly lead to the mine's production ranking easily falling to the bottom.

At the end of the day, the supervisor of each mine personally visits each mine to check the output of each mine.

The three mines with the lowest yield and the fewest wooden plaques will be severely punished for all the slaves belonging to the caves.

The penultimate mine will be put in a water prison.

The second-to-last mine will be flogged.

The third-to-last mine will have dinner canceled, and the next day's mission will be doubled and the meal will be halved.

Every slave in each of the mines is also doing their best to avoid the mines they are in because of their connections to become one of the bottom three mines.

The slaves had no time to talk, no time to rest, and no time to do anything unrelated to mining.

The only thing they can do is to keep mining, pushing mines, and desperately squeezing all the power in themselves.

There is a limit to how much the human body can withstand.

Wei Yang had done his best, but his pace still slowed down unconsciously.

His breathing became heavy.

His gaze became cloudy.

His sweat had already mixed with the blood from the wound on his back, and it was sprinkled all over the narrow path and the square where the ore was collected in and around Mine 2587.

However, he didn't stop his steps, and he was still gritting his teeth and insisting!

Hang on! Hold on!

When Wei Yang drilled into Cave 2587 for the thirty-ninth time, he suddenly heard a loud rumbling sound in the distance.

When the slaves heard this, they all threw down their tools and rushed to the entrance of the mine.

Wei Yang took a look, took the opportunity of everyone running out, found a corner in the mine, and quickly lay down.

For now, he was only going to take the opportunity to take a good rest.

The slave, who was barely human, probably because of his limited mobility, ran at the back of the crowd.

When he was running and looking around, he found Wei Yang lying on the ground, kicked him hard, and quickly reached out to pull him up.

"Hurry up! Idiot! You don't want to die? Listening to this movement, it is the collapse of the main ore vein! ”

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