Bang!

Bang!

Bang!

Syllable!

"You kid give me some strength, or I won't eat dinner"

It's a huge mine, and tens of millions of people are working day and night, without any rights, just the pickaxe in their hands.

The clouds were thick and the rain was like their tears, as if the whole sky was crying.

Source Stone!

This is the resource they have to dig up, everyone has their own workload every day, once they don't dig enough source stones, then what awaits them is starvation.

Everyone has a pickaxe-like imprint on their face, a mark that can never be erased, because this is the proof of slave status.

"Hiss"

Although he was used to the feeling of whipping, Kong Qing couldn't help but let out a low moan.

Subconsciously covering the wound on his shoulder, feeling the pain that came, Kong Qing hurriedly picked up the iron pickaxe again, "Yes, yes, I will dig hard to ensure that today's task is completed."

"Slaves are slaves" The superintendent put away the whip, seemed to be accustomed to Kong Qing's despicability, smiled sarcastically, and left Kong Qing's work area with his hands behind his back.

"God, how long are you going to play with me?" Kong Qing looked up to the sky and smiled bitterly.

Kong Qing, who is exactly eighteen years old this year, has been in this strange world for three years, and no one knows that he is actually from a blue planet, and no one believes it.

Kong Qing didn't know why he suddenly came to this world, at first he thought it was a dream, but when a sack was put on his head, Kong Qing found out that this was a dream, but this dream was too real.

Kong Qing also knew that he had crossed over, but others had all kinds of adventures when they crossed, what heavenly treasures, what exercises and secret techniques, and they could do everything.

But what this world brought to Kong Qing was only an iron pickaxe, and if he didn't work hard, he wouldn't even have to eat steamed buns at night.

Touching the imprint on his face, the picture of the red soldering iron imprinted on Kong Qing's face three years ago is still vivid.

"Get out, why catch Lao Tzu"

"Smack"

"I want to know why, this sigil will tell you!

Hiss!

"Ahh

......

Kong Qing looked at the three back baskets behind him, wiped the sweat on his forehead, and threw the iron pickaxe to the ground.

"It's finally done, you can eat steamed buns" Kong Qing smiled at the corner of his mouth, looked at the supervisor who was dozing off in the distance, and hurriedly ran over and patted the supervisor's shoulder.

"Big Brother Overseer, I'm done," Kong Qing grinned.

"Done?" the superintendent opened half of his eyes and looked at the three back baskets in Kong Qing's work area.

"I'm done, I'll dig another basket!" said the regulator unceremoniously.

"I ......" Hearing the regulator's words, Kong Qing almost didn't spray a bubble of saliva on the regulator's face.

"Is there a problem?" the supervisor saw that Kong Qing was unconvinced, and was very displeased, "If there is a problem, then two baskets!"

"No problem, no problem! Guarantee to complete the task!" Kong Qing suddenly said with a smile.

"No problem, don't get out of here," the regulator shouted.

"Okay, good, good" Kong Qing nodded hurriedly in response, and quickly ran to his work area to pick up the iron pickaxe and dig hard.

In fact, the Kongqing mining area stipulates that the daily task is three baskets, but the supervision will not be carried out according to this standard.

The more Source Stones they produce each month, the more benefits they can get.

In this mine without any human rights, thousands of slaves like Kong Qing did not dare to resist, and once they did anything that violated the slave law, only more cruel consequences awaited them.

Riots and uprisings are not unprecedented, but the end is very miserable, Kong Qing does not have the courage to dare to fight against the supervision.

When Kong Qing came to the mine, he resolutely resisted the oppression of unequal supervision, but after three days of starvation, Kong Qing still honestly picked up the iron pickaxe.

For three years, Kong Qing is also accustomed to life here, after all, after a day's work, the steamed buns at night are still quite fragrant.

Eighteen-year-old Kong Qing also developed a body of muscles because of this, if in the original world, Kong Qing can guarantee that it is no problem to fight seven or eight casually empty-handed, not to mention a dozen tens.

"Steamed buns! Everyone has taken your source stones to the rest area to get steamed buns!"

Hearing the shouts of supervision from a distance, Kong Qing immediately threw away the iron pickaxe in his hand, two baskets in one hand, and ran to the rest area.

When he came to the rest area, Kong Qing found that there were only a few people outside the rest area, after all, there were still too few young people like Kong Qing, and the food here was very poor, and most of them couldn't complete the task before the meal.

"Two baskets still want to eat steamed buns! Go and keep digging!" the supervisor shouted as he pointed at an old man.

"Please, Lord Overseer, I'm too old to dig much" The old man hurriedly knelt on the ground, pulling the superintendent's thighs with both hands, and begged bitterly.

"Smack"

Where will the supervisor sympathize with the old man, a whip will be shouted directly at the old man, and the old man will retreat again and again.

"The old man is not dead, see that Lao Tzu does not starve you to death!"

Kong Qing has also seen a lot of this kind of scene, and Kong Qing had to sympathize with it at first, but the result of sympathy was that he didn't have steamed buns to eat.

After a long time, whether it is Kong Qing or others, they will only care about their own steamed buns, and will not care whether others can eat steamed buns.

"Boy, yes, I actually dug four baskets, you can take one more steamed bun" The regulator nodded praisefully, and the whip pointed to the big basket of steamed buns next to him and said.

"Thank you, Lord Overseer, the kid will work harder in the future," Kong Qing hurriedly thanked.

"Let's go, don't get in the way of others" The regulator pulled down his face again.

Kong Qing also quickly grabbed three steamed buns and ran into the rest area.

The rest area, in fact, is a large cave, in which many thin planks are placed in turn, which is the bed of the slaves here, where they sleep at night.

Dirty, messy, weird smelly, that's the environment in the lounge area.

Kong Qing was very reluctant to sleep here at first, but the supervisor told Kong Qing to dig the source stone all night, and the rest area became Kong Qing's paradise.

What a wonderful thing it is to be able to get a good night's sleep after a tiring day.

found a clean wooden board at random, Kong Qing sat on it with his buttocks, and devoured it.

"Young man, are the steamed buns delicious?"

When Kong Qing was eating Zhengxiang, an old man called out to Kong Qing.

"Hmm, what's the matter" Kong Qing turned his head to look over, and subconsciously shrank the steamed bun in his hand into his arms.

"Hey, hey, hey" The old man sneered ill-willedly, and hurriedly ran to Kong Qing.

This made Kong Qing directly carry the steamed bun back into his arms, and his face changed, "I don't have enough this steamed bun, don't think about it"

Kong Qing also knew that these old men didn't dig much strength to dig the source stone, so they didn't eat steamed buns at all, in contrast, they were naturally very envious of young people like Kong Qing who could eat a few more steamed buns.

"Alas, don't worry, I won't eat your steamed buns for nothing," the old man hurriedly explained.

"Won't you eat for nothing?" Kong Qing was stunned, "Can you have other food for me here?"

"There is no other food," the old man smiled awkwardly.

"Didn't say anything" Kong Qing rolled his eyes, turned sideways again, and ate by himself with his back to the old man.

The old man quickly walked around to Kong Qing again, "Don't worry, I'll tell you about the outside world, how about you give me a steamed bun?"

Seeing the old man staring directly at the steamed bun in his hand, Kong Qing smiled disdainfully, "The outside world is not the same as here, how much difference can there be?"

"Cut, a child is a child, short-sighted, uninformed," the old man mocked.

"Yo, don't people outside have to mine, and they can eat big fish and meat every day?" Kong Qing laughed unceremoniously.

The old man nodded seriously, "It's really what you said!"

Kong Qing was stunned, when he came to this world, it was a forest, and he didn't walk long before he was covered by a sack, and he didn't know anything else.

After coming here, the other slaves also told Kong Qing that they were all mining outside the same as here, and Kong Qing didn't believe it at that time, but when everyone said so, Kong Qing also believed it.

When a bunch of fools think that chickens can fly in the sky, and you don't believe it, then you are a fool!

If you don't want to be a fool, you have to believe like them that chickens can fly in the sky.