It was like the shadow of a tree, grayish and indistinct. The branches were lush and the limbs split from the trunk about one-third of the way up, supporting a semi-circular canopy.,Just as rice can nurture a hundred different kinds of people, there were all sorts of miners. Some, like the Liu brothers, were lazy and good-for-nothing. Others, like Lu Ye, had dreams in their hearts.,But soon he felt something was amiss, for when Yang the manager rushed in, his face was pale and flustered, not like someone who was coming to help the Liu brothers.。