The rules of the alliance promulgated by the old and new miners' alliance clearly mention that no miner is allowed to fight and hurt others, and if someone really does something excessive, he can report to the mining alliance, and the mining alliance will open up a site for a life-and-death fight.

Except for the life-and-death fight approved by the Mining Alliance, anyone who does it privately will be severely punished by the Alliance, but whether this regulation can completely prohibit private fighting, Han Ming doesn't know, but at least on the surface, he and the newcomers and weaklings surnamed Bai Lao are safe.

Knowing that they were safe for the time being, Han Ming and the old man surnamed Bai planned to hurry up to dig some ore and then go to change some food, they were already fainting from hunger.

Before Han Ming and the old man could leave, they heard some dart masters and old miners stop them, and then an old miner led them in one direction.

After the old man surnamed Bai learned about the regulations of the Mining Alliance, he felt that the old miner in front of him should not do it at will, so he became a little bolder, and talked to the old miner in front of him sentence by sentence.

Han Ming admired the white old man a little, but in half an hour, he hooked up with the old miner, one old brother and one brother, as if they had known each other for a long time.

After Old Man Bai got acquainted with the old miner, he began to ask some questions, and in a short period of time, he came up with a lot of information, allowing him and Han Ming to have a general understanding of the general situation among the miners.

There are about 2,000 old miners in this mine, of which only six or seven hundred have martial arts, and the remaining more than 1,000 people are ordinary miners who can only mine, and ordinary miners are headed by those who can do martial arts.

The previous large-scale scuffle was a battle between the old miners who knew martial arts and the new dart masters and caravan guards. The old miners who originally knew martial arts had absolute control over the entire ore vein, and they would be directly annexed as soon as they met the new miners, but they didn't expect that the strength of the new miners was not weaker than their old miners who knew martial arts, so they couldn't swallow it.

It may be that the strength is evenly matched, and no one can help anyone, so the new and old miners have ceased war, and the mining alliance has been jointly formed to jointly control the thousands of ordinary miners in the entire ore vein.

After a quarter of an hour of walking, they finally arrived at the destination of this trip, a cave hundreds of feet, and in the middle of the cave was sitting eight or nine hundred old miners' caves.

There were dozens of large and small mine exits around the cave, and Han Ming and the three of them came out of one of the slightly larger mines.

Although he arrived at the destination, the interest of the old man Bai and the old miner in talking did not diminish at all, and there was even a tendency to get more and more excited the more they talked. Han Ming wondered if it weren't for the constraints of the conditions, if the two of them would have made a bloody alliance, they would worship here.

Later, if it weren't for the old miner's important business to deal with, I don't know how long they would have been able to talk.

After the old miner left, Han Ming and Old Man Bai walked towards the middle of the cave, and then randomly found a remote corner and sat down, but the old man seemed to be unable to sit still, and after a short time, he got up and went to talk to other people again.

Han Ming lowered his head and said nothing, sitting honestly in the corner, but his divine sense covered half of the cave, carefully observing the old miners near him.

These miners were far less physically strong than the old miners I had seen before, they were yellow and thin, their clothes were tattered, their bodies were dirty, and they looked weak.

Han Ming thought about it, and he probably knew the identities of these people a little, they should be those old miners who didn't know martial arts, and like him, they were also gathered here at this time.

After a closer look, and sure that there was no danger around him, Han Ming collected his divine sense slightly, and then leaned on the stone wall, closed his eyes and pretended to sleep, this can't be blamed on him, he was really hungry and had no strength.

It's been a long time since I've been starved like this, I remember the last time I was starved like this was more than ten years ago, when he was ten years old and broke into the desert alone, almost starved to death, no matter what he met in those days, as long as it seemed to be edible, it was all stuffed into his stomach.

But now although Han Ming is very hungry, he is far from being starved to the point of endangering his life, otherwise he would not stay here honestly and wait for death, he will spare his life more than anyone else.

With a noisy sound, Han Ming's originally half-squinted eyes opened again, and he quietly looked at a mine tunnel, and it didn't take long for people to come out of that mine one after another, and there were four or five hundred people scattered around.

Looking at the clothes of these people, you can know that they are the same as those miners sitting in the middle of the cave, they don't know any martial arts, they are ordinary old miners.

"Hey, why did this person appear again, and put on a shabby dress! Do you want to dress up as an old miner! His hook is a good thing, and it is very useful in this mine!" Han Ming looked at a person who came out of a mine with some surprise, this person was dressed in tatters, and his body was covered with dust, and he looked no different from those old miners at a glance.

The man walked out of the mine road, looked around, and then picked a place with few people and sat down, the place he chose happened to be not too far from where Han Ming was sitting, so that Han Ming could take a closer look at him.

This person was none other than the mullet, one of the two leaders of Han Ming's previous team of more than a dozen people, and he had broken away from Han Ming's team at the beginning and walked towards the depths of the mine alone.

Han Ming guessed that this mullet had gone to raid the old miners' lair, but now he didn't know why he came out with those old miners in shabby clothes.

Before Han Ming could take a closer look at the mullet, his mind was attracted by the large number of dart masters who came out of the widest mine tunnel, and behind the dart master were old miners who were relatively tattered in rags, but much better than ordinary miners, and Han Ming recognized at a glance that these people were the old miners of Huiwu who had fought with the dart masters before.

In a short time, the number of people in the entire cave exceeded 2,000, and nine CD miners in the entire underground vein were concentrated here.

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Half a day later, more than 20 miners in tattered clothes walked in a branch of the mine deep in the vein, followed by a young man who was not very tattered in his clothes, this young man lowered his head and was silent, looking very honest.

This young man was none other than Han Ming, and at this time, he was going to follow the group of people in front of him to the deepest part of the vein to mine in exchange for food.

Looking at the mine road that kept going deeper, Han Ming couldn't help but think of what happened not long ago.

The guards and the old miners of Huiwu gathered most of the miners together to announce the establishment of the Mining Alliance, and informed all the miners of the rules of the Mining Alliance, and strictly ordered that no one should violate them.

In addition to announcing the regulations, the Mining Alliance also made a small adjustment to the mining team in the ore vein, and divided some scattered miners into a slightly larger mining team, and Han Ming was assigned to the small team of more than 20 people in front of him.

Han Ming's team is considered poor among all the mining teams, the people in the team are all yellow and thin, and their eyes are blurred, and they look like they have been starving for a long time.

However, Han Ming didn't have any complaints after being assigned to this team, on the contrary, he was a little happy, because this team was very inconspicuous, which allowed him to avoid some unnecessary troubles and allow him to concentrate on recovering from his injuries.

As for what kind of mining in exchange for food, Han Ming was not worried at all, his divine sense could penetrate dozens of zhang of stone walls, and it was easy to find some rough gold ore through the stone walls, and there was no need to blindly try his luck like other miners.

After walking for about half an hour, Han Ming's team reached the end of this vein, and his team also scattered in all directions, each finding a place and struggling to swing the chisel and hammer in his hand and began to dig inside.

Han Ming saw that they were all digging up on their own, and no one was willing to take care of him, so he shook his head silently, and then moved to the back, and then found a position and dug inside.

About an hour later, when Han Ming and the others were banging on the stone wall continuously, a sixteen or seventeen-year-old boy dressed in tatters walked into this branch, with a black bamboo basket hanging on his arm and two large bulging pockets on his back.

When they caught a glimpse of the boy entering the branch, the miners who were banging on the stone wall with their heads smashed their heads dropped their tools one after another, and swarmed up to surround the boy.

The young man first put down the bamboo basket in his hand, and then threw the large package behind him on the ground, and then took out packages of different sizes from the large package, and handed them to the people around him in turn, and the person who received the package turned his head and walked to the corner.

Those people opened the package, revealing the yellowed steamed buns inside, and they didn't feel the dust on their hands, so they directly stuffed the steamed buns in their hands into their mouths.

By the time the steamed buns were distributed to the miners, the young man's big pockets were empty, and only the six steamed buns left in the bamboo basket remained. The young man cleaned up the pocket behind him, took the basket in his hand and walked to the side, then took out a yellow steamed bun, took a bite with his head in his mouth, and chewed it carefully.

Seeing that those miners were eating their own steamed buns, no one was willing to pay attention to themselves, Han Ming turned his head and continued to dig inside, knocking on the wall.

"Gollum, Gollum. Han Ming's stomach began to scream uncontrollably.

Han Ming smiled helplessly, and with a slight touch of his finger towards his abdomen, his gurgling stomach stopped ringing, and then he lowered his hearing acuity, otherwise he could clearly hear the sound of those people chewing and swallowing.

"Here you go. A hoarse voice came into Han Ming's ears.

As soon as Han Ming turned his head, he saw the young man who distributed steamed buns standing in front of him, his dirty hands reaching out to him, and there was still half a yellow steamed bun in his hand.

"Give it to me?" Han Ming's face showed a hint of confusion.

"You don't want it, then I won't give it!" The young man's words and actions were completely inconsistent, he directly stuffed the steamed bun in his hand into Han Ming's hand, and then turned around and left.

Han Ming looked at the half steamed bun in his hand, and then at the young man who walked to the side to pack up his tools, with some inexplicable meaning in his eyes!