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Chapter 133 Bandit Den
Wang Tiezhu, who was breathing out more than breathing in, was tied to the top of a pillar.
'Papapapa~'
He was beaten with a whip and woke up from the pain, then fainted again.
After being repeatedly beaten, his eyes rolled back and his head drooped like a kite with a broken string.
Seeing that he was about to meet the King of Hell, Tieshi reluctantly stopped.
"Pah, you're so weak."
Tieshi spat a mouthful of thick phlegm on Wang Tiezhu and said in a bored tone.
"If you tie him up and take him to the square, whether he survives or not will depend on fate."
Tieshi wrinkled his nose, smelled a strong stench, and turned his face away.
"Get out, all of you get out of here.
If you fail to complete the task tomorrow, kill all the women and children."
These words frightened the refugees so much that they looked as pale as death.
Their own women and children are their last bottom line.
The only thing they can do is to work hard to complete tomorrow's mining task.
None of these captured refugees would have imagined that one day they would be living a life worse than death.
Mining is their only use, and people die around them every day.
They survived every day, always hoping that a god would come and rescue them from the cage.
...
At the beginning of the Yin hour, the refugees were tied into a line and escorted out of the bandit’s lair by the bandits.
The winding torches look like a fire dragon in the mountains.
From time to time, the bandits' shouting and whipping sounds could be heard, and a closer look revealed that all the captured refugees were there.
An hour later, the refugees stopped at the entrance of a cave.
There were two rows of bandits standing in front of the cave, each holding a shiny long knife in their hands.
They were all big and strong, with brown stains on their clothes and an unpleasant smell coming from their bodies.
The long sword flashed a cold and eerie light under the firelight.
The timid refugees lowered their heads and dared not look around.
Because every day there were disobedient refugees who died in public at the hands of bandits’ long knives.
The refugees all know that this is a warning to others, but it is very effective for those who are afraid of death.
The bandits at the entrance of the cave untied the ropes that bound the refugees with a ferocious look on their faces.
He gave each person a fist-sized black steamed bun and cursed at them.
"Hurry up and get into the cave to work. If you dawdle any longer, you won't be able to eat lunch.
Take the basket and go into the cave quickly."
Uncle Wu held a black steamed bun that was big enough to kill a dog and glanced at his eldest son who looked lifeless in front of him.
There was a flash of regret in his eyes, but he quickly cheered up again.
I lowered my eyes and glanced around, but did not see the figure I was expecting.
Uncle Wu gnawed on the steamed bun silently, chewing each bite slowly.
After eating a steamed bun, I didn't even feel three-quarters full.
In order to maintain his strength, Uncle Wu did not save a single piece of steamed bread.
When extremely hungry, they would pick up a piece of mud to chew.
The golden ore brought ecstasy to the refugees at first, but now they are numb.
In the face of huge wealth, you have the life to take it but not the life to spend it.
To them, it's just a useless stone.
Every day there are those who are unwilling to give in and are beheaded in front of the refugees.
There is always a knife hanging over your head, and no matter how greedy a person is, he dare not joke with his own life.
Mining has become the only way out for refugees.
...
A hint of gold flickered under the torch, and Uncle Wu narrowed his eyes.
A piece of gold nugget the size of a pigeon egg was embedded in a crevice in the stone.
He glanced at the skinny twins beside him, thought of the bandit leader's harsh words, and raised his hand.
"Report to the Third Master, there is a big cargo here."
'Wow~'
The two bandits in charge of supervision raised their swords and quickly separated the people.
When he saw the golden dog-head gold, a greedy look flashed in his eyes, but he said calmly.
"121, you did a great job, give me an extra steamed bun for lunch."
"I will always remember Third Master's kindness in my heart." Uncle Wu said respectfully.
He lowered his head so that the bandits would not see any change in his expression.
What he was most worried about was that once Goutou Jin showed up, he would be killed to silence him.
If you want to claim it as your own, you must not want to live anymore.
He has children to protect, so he dares not hide anything.
Once you are tied to someone, you dare not have any selfish thoughts at all.
The bandits in Shanjiepo are hiding such a big secret, it will be discovered sooner or later.
He only hoped that someone would come to rescue them from their suffering, and he would not have any complaints if he continued to be a refugee living in the open air.
[Alas, I wonder if my brother-in-law has found the old man. ]
[They must not take this path, or they will be wiped out in one fell swoop.]
Thanks to the appearance of the gold nugget, the day's task was successfully completed at the end of the working day.
After returning to the bandit’s lair, they had a boiled sweet potato as a dinner in addition to the black-faced steamed buns.
On this basis, Uncle Wu got an extra steamed bun.
The children also ate one more bite of the steamed bread, and each of them was filled with tears of satisfaction.
This unexpected reward made many refugees burst into tears of gratitude.
Some people even knelt down to express their gratitude to Tieshi, which made Tieshi feel a little elated.
"Good wine and good meat!"
At a command from Tieshi, plates of steaming meat and dishes were brought into the hall.
The refugees, who could only look but not eat, were drooling with greed.
Faced with the gleaming long knife, no one dared to fight for a piece of meat.
The children were so greedy that their tears and saliva were flowing. No one dared to cry or make a fuss in the face of evil forces.
Because, in their opinion, that means beheading.
...
Tieshi walked into the warehouse drunkenly and burping, holding a torch and staggering with every step.
More than thirty wooden boxes were opened, and golden light poured out.
"It's really fucking rare, this is much faster than making money as an official.
Hiccup, I'll just work for a few more months and then I'll retire.
Find a place with beautiful mountains and rivers, become a rich man, marry dozens of beautiful wives, and have a litter of kids.
Jie Jie Jie..."
A string of obscene laughter was as terrifying as a ghost in the warehouse.
...
The next day.
A group of people suddenly appeared from behind a towering tree.
‘Squeak~’
A gray mouse popped its head out from the tree trunk, and was frightened by the sudden appearance of the two-legged beast, so it jumped up and ran away.
"Squeak~"
The gray squirrel stood on two big trees, waving its claws and puffing up its mouth to express its great dissatisfaction.
Just like a naughty kid who wants compensation.
"Go meet it, and ask it how to get out of the mountain." Lin Shu took out the drowned rat from her pocket and said.
‘Squeak~’
The soaked rat nodded and chased after the gray rat on the tree.
[Master, the gray rat said you don't follow martial ethics and scared it. ]
[I am not idle to talk about martial ethics with a gray squirrel. 】
[If you dare to nag again, I will kill it. ]
Lin Shu communicated with Baozi rudely, saying that if the tiger didn't show its power, the animals in the forest would really think it was a sick cat.
Lin Shu suddenly remembered why she hadn't found a tiger for so long!
Killing tigers is irresponsible in this day and age, so why not take this opportunity to get a few more tigers to make wine?
The whole body of a tiger is a treasure, and the tiger skin alone is worth hundreds of taels of silver.
No, she has to get some tigers.
Keep a tiger skin as a collection, especially to spread on a chair in winter.
It's cool and warm, not to mention how comfortable it is.
...
"Dad, have you ever seen a tiger?" Lin Shu asked eagerly.
This is related to her plan to get rich, which has been written in many time-travel novels.
If the hero or heroine hunts a tiger, the serfs can rise up and sing.
Five hundred taels of silver is easy to handle.