Old man Zhang approached the pile of tools, took out some casually, and distributed a handful of them, saying, "Our side is not like Zhao Laoer's side, there are many rules. ”

"In order to survive together, we only have two rules, first, no matter how much ore is dug up, we will divide it equally, and second, no matter how much food we get, we will also divide it equally."

"Of course, if you're digging a lot more ore than someone else, then you can get a proportional share."

"These two rules, if you think about it, you can understand, are naturally formed to avoid robbing ore and food."

"We are weak enough, we can't weaken our mining volume even more because of these reasons, as for whether anyone will be lazy, you can rest assured, no one will be so stupid."

"Because there is less ore, everyone will get less food, so everyone will try their best to mine."

Yang Yifei nodded clearly, and by the light of the oil lamp, he saw a lot of words engraved on the handle of the iron pickaxe, and couldn't help but wonder: "What is this?" ”

Old man Zhang said: "It's the name of the person who used it, and now these people are dead, and only the name is left on it as a memory, indicating that these people once existed." ”

"When we pass the manuscript to the next person, our names will appear on it, and if you want people to know that you have been there, engrave your own name!"

The cave was silent, Old Man Zhang's words made people very desperate, but they were very realistic, the people who were arrested here had no future, and their lives were like ants, they had already accepted their fate.

But Yang Yifei knew that his name would not appear on this iron pickaxe, and one day, his name would spread throughout the world.

After a pause, Old Man Zhang continued: "There is very little lamp oil, and in order to save money, I am the only one who uses it when delivering news and collecting ores. ”

"Of course, you don't need a lamp, you can't get out anyway, wherever you go, there will be some faint light where there is ore, enough for you to see the environment."

"You just have to dig with the pickaxe in your hand, and the one that will glow moon-white is the ore, and with the ore in your hand, you can see the way."

"If you want to drink water, go to the place where you fell, if you don't want to go there, there are springs seeping out of some places in the mine, and the water quality is quite good."

Yang Yifei's heart moved, and he asked tentatively: "Lao Zhang, what kind of ore are these?" ”

Old man Zhang didn't suspect anything, because the things produced by these ores were not accessible to ordinary people like them.

If it weren't for the old people who died from generation to generation, they wouldn't know what it was.

"This is the Spirit Stone Mine, which is used by those cultivators and martial artists for cultivation, and of course, this is also the currency used in the cultivation world."

"To refine the ore into a spirit stone, it is said that a very complicated process is required, which can only be done by the spiritual power of a cultivator and the true yuan of a martial artist."

"For us ordinary people, it is just a stone that can't be eaten when you're hungry and can't drink when you're thirsty, and the refining ratio of the spirit stone mine is very low, maybe hundreds of kilograms can be refined into one or two."

"However, since this is a spirit stone mine, the aura in this pit is very strong, even if you are injured or something, as long as it does not deteriorate, you can basically heal quickly."

"Here, the most common way to die is by starvation and exhaustion, or by suicide, and very rarely by injury."

Old man Zhang's words had a great impact on Yang Yifei, originally he thought that this world was just a martial arts world with martial arts, perhaps a high-martial arts world similar to Huang Yi's world.

But what he didn't expect was that he actually heard the word cultivator in Old Man Zhang's mouth, which was actually a fairy martial world.

Yang Yifei suddenly thought of something and asked curiously, "Since the aura here is so strong, why don't those cultivators come here directly to cultivate?" ”

Old man Zhang pointed to the top and said, "Of course they don't come down, because they are on it." ”

"I heard from the old man in the past, those cultivators opened a cave on the mountain wall of the valley above, and set up a spirit gathering array inside, so the spiritual energy in the cave above is even stronger."

"Those cultivators are practicing here, and at the same time, they are guarding this spirit stone mine."

Yang Yifei's heart sank, this is very fucked, so what kind of strength does he have to get out of here?

I don't know how many cultivators there are guarding the mines, and what kind of strength they have, these are obviously not what Old Man Zhang and his slaves can understand.

But if he doesn't figure this out, when is the time for him to go out?

And he doesn't know anything about this world, he doesn't know where he is, he doesn't know what the terrain of this world is, he doesn't know which country and which force his location belongs to.

Thinking about it like this, I really can't go out at this moment! Looks like he's going to have to be here for a long time.

Now the only thing he is looking forward to is to quickly start the shuttle to the heavens, so that he can get the "first pot of gold" and ensure that he can survive first.

Seeing that Yang Yifei no longer asked, Old Man Zhang continued to speak: "If you don't have other questions, I'm going to mine too, let's all move!" It's been a bit of a delay today, and if we don't do it, we'll be hungry. ”

After the old man Zhang finished speaking, he blew out the oil lamp, and the cave returned to pitch black, and the old man Zhang took the lead in the depths of the pit with an iron pickaxe, and the newcomers stumbled behind him.

There was obviously no ore in this place, nothing could be seen, it was the kind of pitch black that could not be seen.

Yang Yifei helped Ma Yan to sit down against the cave wall, and said warmly: "Brother, you have an injury, let's rest here first!" lest the wound worsen, wait until the injury is better before going to mine, and I will dig out your share together. ”

After Yang Yifei finished speaking, Ma Yan didn't answer immediately, and after a few seconds, he choked up and said, "Brother Yang, why are you so good to me?" ”

In the dark, Yang Yifei rubbed Ma Yan's messy hair and asked, "Then why are you willing to be whipped for me?" ”

Ma Yan said without thinking: "You even gave me steamed buns, even if I am willing to be knifed for you, let alone just whipped." ”

“……”

Listening to these simple and silly words, Yang Yifei's nose was sour, and his heart was inexplicably blocked, "Silly boy, it's just half a steamed bun, is it worth it?" ”

Ma Yan said categorically: "It's worth it, my father and mother starved to death, many people in the village starved to death, and when I was about to starve to death, a maid sister from a rich and noble family who passed by gave me a steamed bun and let me survive." ”

"Half a steamed bun can save a life, if you give me the steamed bun, I am willing to give you my life."

Such a simple logic, such a cheap life, Yang Yifei couldn't help but lament the fate of ordinary people in this world.

How sad it should be when life is so cheap that it is equated with half a steamed bun?

Yang Yifei took a deep breath, calmed down his mood, and said softly: "Since you have given your life to me, then our lives are connected, you are willing to be whipped and knifed for me, if I have a bite to eat in the future, you must have a bite to eat." ”

"Obediently recuperate here, I'll go mining, you have to heal your injuries before you can help me."

Ma Yan said: "Okay, I listen to Brother Yang's words, I will heal my injuries as soon as possible to help you." ”