Holding half a steamed bun, Han Ming's eyes flashed with an unknown look a few times, and then he glanced at the young man deeply.

Han Ming could see at a glance that the young man himself was not full, after all, when the young man swallowed the other half of the steamed bun before, he looked reluctant, and he kept chewing slowly, and even the steamed bun crumbs dipped in his hand were carefully sent into his mouth.

As for the young man who carried two large bags of steamed buns on his back and distributed them to everyone, he should just help others get the steamed buns, and only the six steamed buns in the basket belonged to him, which was very small compared to the dozen or so steamed buns of others.

Han Ming could see that every steamed bun was extremely precious to the young man, because not long ago, the Mining Alliance promulgated a regulation to change the exchange of food from once every two days to once every three days, so the young man could only rely on six steamed buns to fill his stomach in three days.

Han Ming shook the steamed bun in his hand, his expression was complicated for a while, but after he thought about it, he no longer hesitated, swallowed the steamed bun in his hand in a few clicks, and poured a few mouthfuls of water.

After Han Ming finished eating the steamed buns, he couldn't help but turn his head to look in the direction of the young man again, and saw that the young man had already waved the tools in his hand and knocked the stone wall, but the young man was very thin, he didn't have any strength in his arm at all, and he didn't chisel down a rock for a short time.

Han Ming exuded his divine sense and probed towards the stone wall that the young man was digging, but he frowned, his divine sense detected that this young man had been chiseling for more than ten days in a row, and he couldn't dig out a piece of rough gold ore, because behind his stone wall was the only place where there was no rough gold ore, and there were more or less rough gold ore on the other sides.

"I was really bad luck. Han Ming muttered to himself.

"Ah, there's a snake, get out of the way. Han Ming exclaimed, and then threw the shovel in his hand out, as if he wanted to smash something.

Han Ming's strange scream suddenly startled the people in the entire mine vein, and everyone subconsciously retreated backwards, and after they completely reacted, they ran towards the middle of the empty mine and gathered in the middle of the mine.

"Snake, what snake, where?" asked a relatively sturdy old miner, holding his hammer tightly, and then asked with some alarm.

"There's a little golden snake over there, and before I hit it with my shovel, it was scared away. Han Ming said with some trepidation, and at the same time he pointed to a corner near the young man before, and told everyone that the little snake appeared there.

"Golden—it's a poisonous snake!" said an old miner, a little frightened, but there was a hint of greed in the horror.

Han Ming walked towards the shovel that had just been thrown out, as if he wanted to pick up the shovel, but he found that his sleeve was being pulled, and when he turned around, he saw that the young man was slowly shaking his head, signaling him not to go over.

"Don't go over, the poisonous golden snake runs very fast, very poisonous, once there were two poisonous golden snakes pierced in the pile of people and bit more than 30 miners in a row. The young man said in a loud voice.

As soon as he was stopped by this young man, Han Ming couldn't pick up the shovel anymore, so he could only stay aside honestly.

An old miner waited for a while and saw that no one came forward to check, he shook the shovel in his hand vigorously, and then touched it in the direction pointed by Han Ming: "I'll go over and take a look, you help me watch, pay attention to remind me! If you catch it, give each of you a steamed bun." ”

Seeing someone walking towards that side, Han Ming was suddenly a little surprised, he really didn't expect that after hearing the name of the poisonous golden snake, there would be miners who dared to step forward to catch it.

However, he was a little relieved when he glanced at the miner who was moving forward, this miner was the only one among the more than twenty people who had practiced a few martial arts, and it was normal for him to be a little arrogant, and under the temptation that the poisonous snake could be exchanged for half a year's food, he inevitably wanted to take a risk.

Looking at the miner's vigilant and cautious appearance, Han Ming couldn't help but smile secretly in his heart, what kind of golden snake was completely based on the poisonous golden snake he heard during the conversation between Old Man Bai and an old miner, it was strange that this miner could catch it.

Sure enough, a quarter of an hour later, the old miner searched the whole corner and found no poisonous snakes, only a few pieces of rubble.

Later, the other twenty or so people rummaged around the corner for a while, but found nothing, so they came to the conclusion that the little poisonous golden snake had escaped.

Later, someone proposed to leave this branch and go to another branch, on the grounds that there had been a small poisonous gold snake here that was a bit infiltrating, and he was afraid of being bitten by accident, but for some reason this proposal was rejected, because this branch mined a lot more rough gold ore than their previous branches, and they were likely not to be able to dig enough gold ore if they changed the vein.

Han Ming followed the more than twenty people to thoroughly search the entire branch vein, and after making sure that there was no poisonous golden snake, those miners went back to the place where they had dug before and continued to dig, and Han Ming also returned to his own place.

Only the young man changed places, as if he felt that it was a little unsafe for a poisonous golden snake to appear in the place before him.

Seeing that this young man had changed to another place, Han Ming couldn't help but smile bitterly, although there were some gold mines in the new place where this young man had changed, the amount of mines was much less than the places chosen by other miners.

"It's no wonder he's so skinny. Han Ming lowered his head and muttered to himself, and then stopped paying attention to the young man, but knocked the stone in front of him hard.

Han Ming's divine sense could penetrate the stone wall, and it was easy to detect the stone wall in front of him and knock it half an inch inside, and he could take out a large piece of rough gold ore. This piece of rough stone was enough to replace it with five or six days of food, but at this time, Han Ming did not continue to beat inside, but knocked towards the useless ore on the side.

Life in the veins is extremely boring, except for sleeping and eating, it is mining, and only by constantly mining can you collect enough rough to exchange for food, otherwise you will soon starve to death.

After knocking on the ore that had been useless for most of the day, Han Ming threw away the hammer in his hand, and then sat on the ground slowly, observing the surroundings.

There was no sunlight in the tunnels deep, and without a few torches on the walls, their tunnels would have been dark.

Without sunlight, there is no day and night, and these miners no longer sleep according to what night and morning, as long as they feel sleepy, they will sleep upside down, with their thighs forked, and their sleeping posture is extremely ugly.

Han Ming unconsciously glanced a few more times in the direction of the young man, but saw that the young man also slowly put down the tools in his hand, leaned against the stone wall tiredly, and sat on the ground panting.

The young man dragged the bamboo basket not far away to him, lifted the rag covering it, and then picked out a yellow steamed bun from it and held it in the palm of his hand.

The young man just wanted to open his mouth to chew, but as if he remembered something, he no longer put the steamed bun in his mouth, but looked up at Han Ming, who was half-squinting, a trace of hesitation flashed on his face, but in the end he broke the steamed bun in his hand in half.

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Looking at the extra half of the steamed bun in his hand, Han Ming's heart was complicated again, and he couldn't help but look at the young man again, and at the same time, his divine sense also lingered, wanting to take a good look at this young man who was walking back the same way.

As the divine sense lingered on this young man, Han Ming observed it carefully, and suddenly his eyebrows were raised, and his face was full of surprise, Rao is such a calm person as Han Ming didn't hide the look of disbelief on his face for a while, but fortunately, the light of the torch was dim, and no one saw the change in the expression on Han Ming's face.

When he came back to his senses, Han Ming put away the surprised expression on his face, and took his divine sense back like a tide. However, Han Ming thought about it later, and he couldn't help but spread his divine sense in the direction of the young man, but this time it was not concentrated on the young man's body, but on the young man's face.

"Hey, if you wash it, it looks pretty good, and this appearance is also very rare. Han Ming whispered a few strange words.

At this time, the young man was munching on half of his hard steamed bun with his head down, and drank water several times during the period, as if it was because the steamed bun was a little difficult to swallow.

As soon as the young man looked up, he saw Han Ming looking at him, he couldn't help grinning, and then continued to look down and nibble on half of his steamed bun.

Seeing this young man grinning at him, Han Ming subconsciously smiled awkwardly at this young man, but he was secretly thinking in his heart, if this young man knew that his whole body had been seen, would he immediately get up and find him desperately.

After the young man had swallowed half of the steamed bun, he cleaned it up, spread a fairly intact rag on the ground, and curled up on it, falling into a deep sleep.

Looking at the young man who was hugging his legs and curled up like a poor little beast, Han Ming's heart rarely made a little waves.

Sensing that his mood had changed, Han Ming couldn't help but smile bitterly, secretly scolding himself for not being angry, he hadn't trained his heart as hard as a rock for so long, and he couldn't be completely sane.

Han Ming took his eyes off the young man's body, and after turning his head expressionlessly to glance at the other miners, he slowly withdrew his gaze and quietly leaned against the wall and pretended to sleep.

The dark days were already difficult, and coupled with the energy required by the continuous mining, all the miners were basically at their limit after three days. The boy was even more unbearable, he couldn't even stand on his feet, his legs trembled all the time, and he didn't know whether he was hungry or tired, and he had to rest for a long time before he could continue to stand up and swing a few hammers.

Compared with those miners who were exhausted and had difficulty walking, Han Ming was generally good, because in the past three days, he had basically not really knocked the ore, all pretending to be and not working.

"The three-day day is almost up, and we should be able to change the food. The miner, who was a little skilled in martial arts, lowered his head and put away an hourglass that had already been drained, and then said a simple word and stopped talking, and he seemed to be very tired.

Hearing the miner's words, the other miners immediately put down their tools, and then sat down on the ground, and picked up the ore in their baskets by the light of their torches.

When everyone sat down to pack up their ore, there was only one person who was still banging on the stone wall, and this person was the young man, who was still pounding the stones one after another.

But the boy seemed to have lost much strength, and he didn't knock a single piece of ore for a long time.