spring cloud warm

Chapter 334
With a whip on his back, Zheng Wuji let go of his hand in pain.

If he hadn't jumped forward, the stone would have smashed his back heel.

"Damn, why are you acting like a bitch?! Your waist is softer than cotton!" The supervisor cursed, "I tell you, if you delay the construction period, you will be killed!"

The former supervisor had moved to another place, Zheng Wuji wanted to discuss with this supervisor, but he didn't expect that the other party had a very violent temper and would not allow these coolies to talk at all.

Even if you slow down a little bit, you will be beaten.

Zheng Wuji had never been beaten like this since he was a child, so he couldn't help but look sideways at that person.

The supervisor seemed to be provoked, and he whipped him twice again.

Zheng Wuji stood up angrily, reaching out to grab the whip.

"Damn, how dare you refuse to accept?!" The supervisor scolded Zheng Wuji's eighteenth generation ancestor while whipping him.

The beating made him roll all over the ground with his head in his arms, and then he stopped and said, "This is not a place for you to pretend to be a master! Either work or die!"

Zheng Wuji didn't want to die, so he could only get up and work.

When it was time to serve the meal, Zheng Wuji was already so hungry that his chest was on his back, but when he saw the slop-like porridge and the coarse-grain pancakes that were moldy and as hard as stones, he lost his appetite at once.

But even with such unbearable food, people still frantically snatched it up.

At this time, the supervisors came up to beat people again, and they treated these coolies no differently from livestock.

Those women and children get less food because they don't do heavy work.

Zheng Wuji broke his coarse grain cake and distributed it to the people around him, and said to them: "You can testify for me, I am not a refugee. After I go out, I will not treat you badly."

Those people ate up all his coarse grain pancakes, turned around and laughed at him: "Dream, can people believe what we say? We don't want to ask for beatings."

"Yeah, besides, you don't look like a good person, either a thief or a liar," someone concluded for Zheng Wuji, "Looking at your eyes is dishonest."

"After entering the coolie camp, do you still want to go out?" A person who was here before spit into the ground and said, "If you are a woman, it is still possible. As for a man, you will not be released unless you have consumption or are about to die." Throw it out. The work here is done, there's other work to do."

"Is there no wages?" the newcomer asked him. "Is there a few dozen copper coins a month?"

"Tell you, don't let the officials hear this," the man immediately lowered his voice, "A few days ago, someone who was not open-minded asked a question, and he was beaten to death at that time."

"Did you really kill someone?!" The newcomer panicked when he heard that.

"Dead people? It couldn't be more common. Almost all the people who come here are refugees, and the household department has not registered. Who would know if they died? Of course there are wages, but we can't fall into our hands. This is life. Who told you to be Where are the poor!" The man stood up and left, and they had half an hour to rest after lunch.

The work shed was in the distance, just a row of sheds built with broken mats, smelly, dirty and hot.

Therefore, many people find the shade of trees to lie down on the ground, and this is the best time of their day.

Zheng Wuji sweated profusely, and the wound on his body was extremely painful from the puncture.

The mole spirit has long disappeared, and the overseers are drinking and eating dog meat over there. The dog is a wild dog they caught.

Zheng Wuji felt that he was not in the world at this moment, but in hell.

The coolies are as humble as ants, exhausted to death, not only can't even eat enough, but they are also beaten and scolded.

Some old people or those who were sick or injured could not receive medical treatment at all, and either waited to die or were directly thrown into mass graves.

The rest time passed quickly, the overseers swung their whips and cursed again, and the coolies struggled to get up one by one.

Some of them groaned in pain, and some were already numb.

The second half of the day was even more difficult. The weather was sweltering and hot, and every step I took almost exhausted my strength.

Zheng Wuji couldn't feel the pain anymore, fell down, bruised, and was whipped, he felt like a piece of meat on a chopping board.

It was dark before work stopped, and dinner was still like pig food.

Zheng Wuji knew that he had to eat, but when he smelled the bad smell, he couldn't eat anymore.

He didn't want to go to the shed, he would rather stay under the tree.

In a daze, someone put something on his hand.

Zheng Wuji opened his eyes and found that it was a steamed bun.This is what the overseers eat, not the coolies.

He looked around quickly, only to see a vague figure, which should be a woman.

Zheng Wuji didn't care about anything else, he ate voraciously.

He felt that he had never eaten such a delicious thing since he was a child, even though the steamed bun was completely cold and a little hard.

There will be a light rain every day for the next few days, which makes the life of the coolies much easier.

But the supervisors urged them to hurry up and work harder, saying that it was God's favor to let them know what was good and what was wrong.

It has only been a few days since Zheng Wuji came here, and he saw clearly what kind of place this is.

The errands are vicious, and the coolies are unwilling to unite.

Sometimes you can betray your companion just to get an extra piece of cake.

He also ate the unpalatable coolie meal, because if he didn't eat it, he would starve to death.

Of course, he still often goes hungry, because those meals are not enough to eat, not to mention that there are always people robbing him.

The only thing that made him feel warm was the person who secretly stuffed him with steamed buns every night.

He even realized that even if he explained his identity to the mole spirit, he would never let himself out.

Because it's so dirty here.

Here, they dominate and seek personal gain by squeezing the blood and sweat of the coolies.

And once people outside know what's going on here, not only will they lose their jobs, but they will also lose their heads.

It is a matter of profit and life, no matter who it is, it will not make concessions.

So he has dismissed the idea.

Thinking of these, Zheng Wuji's heart was more than half gray, he didn't know if he could leave here alive.The only hope now is that Mr. Zuo can follow the clues to find his whereabouts.

He really regretted it now, and he insisted on running out without reading a good book.

He is obviously a rich and idle man, with a good wife at home and no enemies outside.But he didn't know how to cherish it, and ended up being reduced to this end.

This may be God's punishment for being too ridiculous.

Or maybe I enjoyed too much before, exhausted all the blessings in this life, and didn't even get a good death.

With them were two frail ones who had suffered from sunstroke and were now lying half dead under the roots of a tree.

Maybe they can get up tomorrow, maybe they will be pulled out and thrown away.

Maybe it will be me lying there tomorrow.

(End of this chapter)