Yang Yifei held Ma Yan and silently looked at the two groups of people clearly separated on the shores on both sides of the left and right.

At this time, Ma Yan was soaked in the wound, which made him tremble all over and sucked cold air. However, in order not to make Yang Yifei worry, he gritted his teeth and said nothing.

The specific number of people from the two gangs is that Yang Yifei can't see clearly in this dark environment. He should be less than a hundred people looking at it.

However, he could roughly see the person standing in front, and there were also very obvious differences between the people on both sides. There were some men on the left who were tall and big, and relatively strong.

On the right are some people who are similar to Ma Yan, either skinny or gray-haired, all of whom are old, weak and sick.

When Yang Yifei saw the characteristics of the two gangs, the most burly man on the left bank, who was about the same height as Yang Yifei pointed at Yang Yifei and said, "You, come here."

After saying that, he pointed at Ma Yan and said, "You, go there."

Yang Yifei's face was slightly dark and he said, "What does it mean?"

The big man said, "The boy beside you is too weak and has injuries. He can't live long in this mine. He will take in such a burden by Old Man Zhang, I don't want it."

"He will only affect the amount of ore collection. I don't want my brothers under him to have no food to eat because of him."

"If you want to eat enough, come to our side and enter this mine. You'd better abandon that unnecessary sympathy."

After hearing the big man's words, Yang Yifei seemed to understand something, glanced at him lightly, and then helped Ma Yan to the shore on the right.

An old voice suddenly sounded on the right bank, "Young man, Zhao Laoer is right. In this mine, living is the only law of survival."

"We are all old, weak, sick and disabled. If you want to survive, go to their side!"

After hearing the two of them, Ma Yan struggled to break free from Yang Yifei's hands and said anxiously: "Brother Yang, go there, don't worry about me."

Yang Yifei shouted softly: "Don't move, say anything stupid. Believe me, we can all survive. One day, I will take you out from here."

Ma Yan's eyes turned red in an instant. Even though he was young and ignorant, he understood that it was impossible to go out again after entering this mine.

Zhao Lao Er sneer over there sneered and said self-deprecatingly: "When I just came down, I had the same idea as you, and I thought I could still go out."

"But now, I have been here for eight years. I was the only one who came from the same group as me back then."

Yang Yifei turned around and looked at Zhao Laoer and said lightly: "Because you are the strongest, you can always eat enough?"

Zhao Laoer said seriously when he heard this: "You can think so, because I am the strongest, I can do the most work and naturally I can get more food."

"Here, the amount of our food is linked to the amount of ore collection. You have just come down and still have compassion and loyalty. After spending a while here, you will know that eating is more important than anything else."

Yang Yifei looked at Zhao Laoer in surprise, but he was thinking about it.

He originally thought that Zhao Laoer was relying on his strongestness to oppress others and seize food to eat.

In fact, if you think about it, you can understand that the person who was thrown into this mine had no future, and the final result would definitely be death here.

If he really oppresses others with force and leaves others no way out, the only result will be to be killed by desperate people.

Therefore, as the head of this group of people, only by being fair and just can everyone survive.

Zhao Laoer stopped talking and turned around and called his brothers to go back to the mine to work. He turned around and said the last sentence to Yang Yifei, "If you feel that you can't hold on there any time, you are welcome to come."

Yang Yifei glanced at him deeply, and did not speak, but helped Ma Yan climb to the right shore.

A gray-haired, thin old man came forward, showing his black teeth and smiled, "Young man, since you decided to come here, we are destined to live together, work hard to mine together, and use them to fill our stomachs with food. In the end, if you are lucky, you will die together again."

"By the way, I am the boss of these old, weak, sick and disabled people. You can call me Old Man Zhang or Lao Zhang."

"Of course, I am not like Zhao Laoer, but I am obtained through my ability. Among the weak, there are no leaders. I am the leader just because I am older. There is no substantial effect. Don't think that I can eat more with me."

Facing Old Man Zhang, Yang Yifei's expression calmed down a little and said, "It's okay, I will work hard and try my best to ensure that I can have some surplus while eating."

Yang Yifei was not too worried about his destiny, because there was a system, so he just needed to wait patiently. When the heavens were shuttled through, the time for him to change his destiny was coming.

Whether it is Old Man Zhang or other old, weak, sick and disabled people, they are very happy about Yang Yifei's words.

They didn't expect that such a strong person would come here, which means that their mining volume will increase certainly.

Old man Zhang grinned and said, "Then let's go! Come with me to collect mining tools. From now on, they will be your only survival tools, but you must cherish them."

Zhao Laoer and the others and Zhang Laoer each have two wooden baskets hanging with slings. They put the dug out of the ore into the wooden basket every day, and the people on it will lift the wooden basket up.

Then, according to the amount of ore, the food was put into the wooden basket in proportion. After obtaining the food, the two bosses, Zhao Laoer and Zhang, would distribute the food according to the head. It was obvious that people who were digging more than others could get more food, but this ratio was determined by the boss.

Of course, the boss will try to be fair and just, leaving others with nothing to say.

In addition, every once in a while, some lighting lamp oil and fire folds will be placed on it, but the quantity is very limited.

Those four wooden baskets seemed to be the only way out, but in fact they were dead ends. No one dared to take the wooden basket up.

Someone has done this before, but all those who were hung up in wooden baskets were killed by the guards without exception.

The soldiers do not ask for reasons and will not listen to you. As long as someone appears in the wooden basket, they will be killed directly.

Yang Yifei supported Ma Yan and followed Old Man Zhang. The old men dispersed to work, and the newcomers followed Old Man Zhang.

I didn't know how many holes I walked through, but I felt that the light was getting darker and darker, and in the end I couldn't see anything. I could only follow Old Man Zhang, stumble forward with deep and shallow feet.

As an old man in the mine, Old Man Zhang stayed here for a long time and could find a way with his eyes closed, so naturally he didn't worry about getting lost.

I don’t know how long it took, but Old Man Zhang suddenly said, “It’s here.”

He took out a fire broker from his arms and blew it on, lit an oil lamp, illuminating the cave where he was.

The oil lamp is to pour the lamp oil into a small pottery dish and then put a wick on it. The lights are very dim, but you can roughly see the surrounding environment.
Chapter completed!