Alien world

Chapter 1314 Chapter 236. Letter

After signing the loan agreement, Joan returned to the mine and saw a group of people kneeling on the open space.

Harding came over and said flatteringly: "I told them about your kindness, and they knelt on the ground and refused to get up..." He never mentioned that it was he who kicked them one by one to make them kneel down.

The two officials from the empire didn't want to kneel, and were kicked hard twice.

Joan didn't need to stand higher than others to gain superiority. She shouted, "Stand up, no one needs you to kneel!"

Fortunately, she had seen how Annan talked to the laborers in the past two days.

The laborers looked at Harding at a loss. His scalp suddenly went numb and his voice became shrill: "Why are you looking at me? Boss Joan is our boss!"

They all stood up, and Joan continued, "You already know the treatment, so I won't go into details. But there is one thing - I spent all my money to buy you back. So in the past half month, apart from food and clothes, you won't get any wages for the time being."

She felt that making profits for the Freedom Gang was not considered selfishness.

The workers didn't react. Even if they weren't paid, what else could they do?
"Okay, let's take a break today, get some food, and start working tomorrow." Joan waved her hand and asked the chef, who was only good at cooking food, to prepare dinner.

Is there dinner?

Joan walked away and came back again in the workers' disbelieving eyes.

"Oh, one more thing. You were captured, right? Do you remember where your home is?"

The workers were in dead silence. Harding, who was standing next to them, glared at them fiercely: "The boss is asking you questions. Are you deaf or dumb?!"

"you shut up."

"All right." Harding drew back.

One of the workers bravely said: "Boss, we are all locals..."

"Very good, tell me your address later and I will have someone send a letter to your family to tell them that you are fine."

Compared to the previous treatment, Joan's words really made the workers come alive.

"Really?" the worker choked.

Harding was about to say something more, but Joan glared at him and stopped him.

"Really? I'll go find some parchment now. You can think about where home is and what you want to say."

Joan pulled Harding out and slapped him as soon as they walked out of the mine.

"Old...boss?"

Although it was just a pat on the shoulder, the soldier's slap without mercy was enough to hurt Harding for half a day.

"Be gentle to the workers!"

"I'm not a woman, why should I be so gentle..." Harding muttered, and quickly shrank his neck: "I'm not talking about you!"

"Don't you have any family?"

"Boss, I have two daughters." The guy's face was full of pride and happiness.

"Do you think those workers have daughters? Maybe their daughters are starving or sick, and then they are deceived by slave traders and captured here and die here. Their daughters have no one to take care of them and can only die at home. Can you imagine what this would happen to you?"

Harding's eyes gradually turned red: "I...can't imagine it."

His daughter was everything to him. Just thinking about himself dying, his wife and daughter starving to death at home, and being bullied by bad guys, made him feel like his heart was being torn apart.

"So do you understand? They are just like you. If it weren't for me, their families would never have waited for them to return. Don't treat them as tools. They are flesh and blood, living people."

"Boss, you are such a good man!"

Not to mention the Valoran Basin, the number of literate people in the entire Broken Mining Area might not even fill up a whole room. Joan asked Harding to buy some parchment, quill pens and ink - Harding would pay the money first.

By the time Harding, covered in snow, returned, night had fallen.

The gang members were in high spirits, holding torches and wrapped in cotton clothes, patrolling around the fence. In the mine, the standing torches illuminated the open space as if it were daytime.

Joan sat behind a table with a long line of workers waiting to post letters in front of her.

"Name." "Hahahahaha Rhodes."

"Do you stutter?" Joan looked up.

The worker had a simple and honest face: "My eldest brother is called Harold. My father was too lazy to think of a name, so the second brother was called Ha Ha Lor, the third was called Ha Ha Lor, the fourth..."

"Okay, I understand..."

Joan lowered her head and wrote "Hahahahaha Rod" in the signature. Although the name was weird, it was better than the guy named Dog Shit just now.

"Who do you want to write to?" Joan asked again.

"My eldest brother, second brother, third brother, and fourth brother."

"say what?"

"I am fine."

Joan raised her head again: "No more?"

"I...I didn't make any money, so I don't have anything to say."

Joan had no choice but to finish writing the letter, whose signature and recipient were longer than its content, and asked Harding, her assistant, to put it on stationery.

Hahahaha Harold walked away with a satisfied smile, and another laborer stepped forward...

At first Joan thought she was asking for trouble, but as she heard more and more stories, she, Harding, and the gang members around them all fell silent.

The line was getting shorter and shorter. Joan noticed that three laborers were hiding in the distance and didn't come over. She waved to them and said, "Don't you need to send letters home?"

"I have no family."

"I'm the only one left."

The two imperial officials said at the same time, and the boy with fine hair on the corners of his lips, who was obviously underage but was also sold by slave traders because of his size, said: "Me... Me too."

Joan couldn't help but ask gently: "Do you want to join the Freedom Gang? I eat meat, you eat meat, and everyone eats meat."

"miss you!"

The boy, whose exposed skin was covered with many whip marks, spoke up bravely.

The two officials had no choice but to shout their agreement.

"Very good, from now on the Freedom Gang will be your family."

Joan continued writing. About two hours later, the last worker's letter was finished.

"All right!"

Joan let out a long breath and looked up, and found that her former workers and gang members were also staring at her, and even Harding had a flattering and disgusting expression on his face.

It seems that I have to write far more than fifty letters.

It’s okay to be a little tired.

Joan said nothing, asked them to line up, and continued to write the letter with her head down, but a shadow was outlined at the corner of her mouth.

It was the first time she felt so fulfilled...

Annan gave her a homely feeling, and Elimoyas gave her a sense of security, but in front of these people, she clearly felt that she was needed.

It turns out that it’s not that I don’t have desires, but that I haven’t found my desires?
The two officials saw Joan's performance and felt less disgusted with her for pretending to be a princess.

However, the news still needs to be reported.

Late at night, the last of the gang members walked away happily. Joan rubbed her wrist, feeling more tired than holding the sword.

Harding walked around to the front. Joan sighed helplessly and picked up the deformed quill again.

"Go ahead."

(End of this chapter)