Cangmang Mountain is located in Yongchang County of Zhao State, this mountain is neither beautiful nor majestic, but it is famous all over Yongchang. The reason for this is that a few decades ago, this mountain mined iron ore, which is a large amount of ore raw material used in the refining of cultivators. In the past hundred years, the owner of this Cangmang Mountain is the first major sect in Yongchang County, the Four Spirits Sect.

This mountain range stretches for dozens of miles, there are dozens of large and small peaks, with the power of the Four Spirits Sect, the mining here for nearly fifty years has not exhausted the iron ore, but has explored more kinds of raw materials, I have to say that this is a treasure land, if it were not for the thin aura of this mountain, the Four Spirits Sect would have moved the sect to this place long ago.

For such an important place, the Four Spirits Sect has sent many disciples with advanced cultivation strength to closely supervise, although the cultivation sects in the Zhao State have been safe and sound in recent years, but the principle that the husband is not guilty and has been guilty has been applicable from ancient times to the present.

A cultivator's time was worth more than a mortal's life, and the work of mining ore naturally fell on the heads of thousands of mortal miners.

The mine's No. 14 mine area is surrounded by walls that are more than two stories high. In the open space by the wall, dozens of ragged miners sat there, waiting for the deacons outside the wall to throw in black steamed buns and other food.

Among this group of mine slaves, there was a young man named Tang Mian. He was of medium height, dressed in tattered clothes, with greasy hair as weeds, a dark face that could not be seen in the real face, and bright eyes fixed on the high wall.

"It's coming, it's coming!"

When a mine slave heard the footsteps outside the wall, everyone suddenly became noisy, scrambling to move forward, for fear of falling behind.

Tang Mian licked his lips, wiped his hands on his shiny tattered jeans, and bowed his waist slightly, looking like a hungry tiger pounced.

It didn't take long for the deacons outside the wall to start today's feeding work, and the black steamed buns were thrown in one by one from outside the wall, causing the miners to rush wildly.

Tang Mian jumped up with the strength he had accumulated for a long time, grabbed two steamed buns in each hand, and before he could hit the ground, he stuffed one of them into his mouth and chewed frantically. After two or three breaths after landing, Tang Mian swallowed a black steamed bun, then pulled his legs and ran backwards, taking advantage of the situation to stuff another steamed bun into his mouth.

There were a few mining slaves next to him who were eyeing Tang Mian with a look of disappointment on their faces, and sighed in their hearts that it was too late to grab this guy's food today.

The other people who got the steamed buns also probably did the same as Tang Mian, but many people did not have Tang Mian's vigorous skills, and they did not run as fast as Tang Mian, so they had to be chased and beaten up, and then obediently offered their own food.

When the miners grabbed together, the whip of the overseer on the tower, Deacon Wang, arrived, and he was indiscriminately whipped down with his head and face, and the screams came and went.

"Hurry up and eat!

Overseer Wang scolded with a displeased face. Fighting a mine slave would take too much effort, and he couldn't afford to suffer if the efficiency of mining ore was affected.

Tang Mian stood in the distance, looking coldly at this conservative show that was going to be staged every day, and secretly congratulated himself on the quick withdrawal today. pinched the remaining half of the steamed bun in his sleeve, turned around and walked into the cave where the miners lived.

In the cave is a two-storey large bunk, the bunk is a bedding that cannot be seen after being moldy, and not far away is the accumulation of feces and urine, which stinks all day and night, and ordinary people come here to definitely have inflammation and infection in the lungs.

Tang Mian frowned and returned to his position, looked around at no one, and then quickly stuffed the steamed buns in his sleeves into the pillow, then took the iron pickaxe, iron cone and bamboo basket on the side, and went to the mine.

As soon as he walked out of the Chase Shop, he was greeted by several smug mining slaves, each holding two or three steamed buns in their hands, apparently snatched from someone else's hands.

"Seventh, you kid ran fast enough today, didn't beat you up two days ago?"

The person who spoke was a tall middle-aged miner who had developed exaggerated muscles from long-term mining, was exposed under tattered clothes, his teeth and face were black, and his face was full of flesh, and he looked fierce.

Tang Mian looked at him coldly and said mockingly:

"Four, have you found the tooth that was knocked out by Lao Tzu the day before yesterday?"

As soon as he heard Tang Mian say this, No. 4 felt that his cheeks were still aching, and he was angry, so he rolled up his sleeves and was about to step forward to clean up Tang Mian again, and a few younger brothers who followed next to him also slowly dispersed, faintly surrounding Tang Mian.

Seeing this, Tang Mian simply pulled out the iron pickaxe from his back, looking ready to fight desperately at any time.

"Hmph, I'll clean you up when I go back!"

Seeing that Tang Mian was still unconvinced, No. 4 simply compared the hardness of the bones and the iron pickaxe, and then scolded and took the younger brothers away.

Tang Mian took the iron pickaxe, and walked towards the mine without looking back, he was almost complete this month's task, when the time came, in addition to avoiding a whipping, the deacons would also reward a meal of pork. The meat rewarded by the mine for slaves was hard to eat, but it could increase strength and maintain energy, which was the last thing Tang Mian wanted to lose.

After coming to this world unexpectedly for more than a year, he was arrested here as a homeless person, and I don't know how much he suffered and how many beatings he suffered. The rule of the jungle is used to the extreme in the mines, and those who are weak and not strong enough in their fists will become slaves of slaves, and eventually either starve to death or die of exhaustion.

In the face of bullying and oppression by slaves like No. 4, Tang Mian has always resisted to the end, and whoever takes the lead will go at whomever he wants, and he desperately wants the other party to pay the price. The day before yesterday, No. 4 attacked him, and several people pressed him to the ground and beat him, but he was caught by Tang Mian, and he came up with a punch on No. 4's cheek, causing No. 4 to lose a tooth forever.

Under the pitch-black mine, Tang Mian seriously searched for sinking iron ore, and did not let go of every inch of the rock wall, except for avoiding whipping and that meal of pork, he had other goals.

From noon to night, Tang Mian came out of the mine hole he had dug out, and Zhu Lou was already filled with pieces of jet-black iron ore, he did not dare to go back to his residence first, but first found Deacon Wang, the overseer on the tower, to deliver it.

Deacon Wang is a shrewd man in his forties, followed by several deputy deacons, and he covers the sky with one hand in the entire fourteenth mining area, and the lives of dozens of slaves are in his hands.

"Seven, you were the first to complete the task, not bad!"

In front of several other deputy deacons, after counting the iron ore, Deacon Wang touched his goatee, praised Tang Mian twice, and then looked at Tang Mian meaningfully. After Tang Mian responded, Deacon Wang's eyes burst into ecstasy, and then disappeared without a trace.