Turat Mining Company is in the canyon of Brewer Bay. Brewer Bay is actually a huge canyon. It has been weathered for many years and has long lost the meaning of "bay". The reason why it is called Brewer's Bay is that the earliest discoverer of this canyon was named Brewer. Like many people who seek to record their names in textbooks, Mr. Brewer spent his own money to register this canyon. However, what makes Mr. Brewer feel it is a pity that the empire does not accept the naming of certain streets and natural landscapes with surnames, so that Mr. Brewer’s descendants pointed to Brewer Bay on the map and told others that this They were named after their grandfather, but people sympathized with them very much and gave them great care.
Brewer's Bay welcomed many exploration teams. Most of them had no interest in Brewer's Bay at all. According to the knowledge they learned, Brewer's Bay was really just a river bay in the past. . During the Origin Period many, many, many years ago, the water flow formed after the melting of ice and snow from the western "snow-top" Mount Yagur created Brewer Bay. This is just an ordinary plain area. Now it looks like a majestic canyon. It is a miracle created by the uncanny workmanship of nature after the terrain changed. Of course, it is not that there are no mineral veins here at all. It can only be said that the possibility is very low.
Coupled with all kinds of common sense as circumstantial evidence, people were not very interested in Brewer Bay. However, due to the Western investment policy at the time, some people violated their professional ethics and wildly claimed that Brewer Bay might Mineral deposits exist. If more rigorous exploration is needed, investors will need to invest. Whether this was a lie created by local state governments in the west or a trap set by mining groups to deceive speculators, they have succeeded.
In fact, this cannot be said to be a complete deception, because some natural bare gold particles were found on the weathered river channel of Brewer Bay. Some exploration teams believe that these bare gold particles are not produced by Brewer Bay. They should be It was washed along the current from other places. But these bare gold particles have become the most powerful proof that Brewer Bay contains high-quality gold deposits, making many speculators and mining companies eye this place.
Mr. Turat and his friends spent a total of 2.7 million to completely privatize the entire Brewer Bay. Then they continued to borrow money from the Imperial Bank of China and began a three-year geological exploration—because they could not find any Mineral deposits, so the exploration cycle span is very long. Just when Mr. Tourat and his friends were almost in despair, they made a discovery. The place where the discovery was made was located at the corner of the river. The exploration team accidentally discovered a large amount of gold sand when they were camping. Brewer's Bay instantly became the focus of the entire west.
Brewer's Bay provided Mr Turat with more than ten million during the eleven years of excavation, and as for his friend..., has been forgotten. The poor gentleman had an accident while climbing Brewer's Bay Canyon and fell to his death.
Now this place has been built into a huge camp by Mr. Turat, with more than a thousand slaves and no less than 300 imperial miners working here, and a mine protection team of 300 people. Mr. Turat himself is no longer in the west. He has invested in many industries in the south, and gradually shifted the focus of his business from gold mines to industrial investment.
At dawn, more than twenty carriages loaded with goods approached Brewer Bay from a distance. The camp at Brewer Bay was built on the basis of the canyon and had natural advantages. At the entrance of the canyon, two gates slowly opened. The members of the mine protection team standing above the gates inspected all the supply trucks outside the gates with guns in hand. After several members of the mine protection team responsible for inspecting the vehicles made safety gestures, the carriages were allowed to enter the camp.
The daily supplies for the camp of thousands of people are an astonishing amount. Like most mining areas, they are purchased from outside and are not produced by themselves.
After the carriage entered the camp, an unfamiliar carriage driver found the current person in charge of the camp, Turat's nephew, and said, "Sir, I have a question to ask you. I wonder if you have time."
Turat's nephew is twenty-seven or eighty years old and is not yet married. He did not come here voluntarily. He was completely forced to come here by his parents and uncle. He doesn't like it here. He prefers the colorful life in the south to the boring life here. If his fiancée's family hadn't wanted him to be more "steady", he might be living in debauchery right now.
When the coachman, who looked dusty and had gravel in his hair, approached him, he already seemed a little impatient, "What's the matter?"
"That's right, we hope to be able to buy excrement from you. We can just take the excrement back after we deliver the goods every day."
A strange expression suddenly appeared on Turat's nephew's face. He looked up and down at this young man who was as young as himself, and asked strangely, "What did you just say...'shit'? And you still have to pay." Acquisition? Does your boss like the taste? Or does it have other uses
The coachman did not show any impolite expression because Turat's nephew was rude to his boss. He lowered his head slightly and bent over to explain Turat's question, "Because there are several mining areas to choose from this year." In order to order daily necessities from us, the farms and pastures we now own can no longer keep up with daily consumption, and we can only continue to expand the area of the farms. Human excrement can provide more soil for the land, allowing farmers to gain. Better, faster, and cheaper than chemical fertilizers.”
Turat's nephew was still listening carefully at first, but after listening halfway, he began to feel his stomach churn. For God's sake, what he likes to do most is to eat some vegetables raw. Some southerners often promote the idea that eating raw food can provide men with more powerful energy. But when he thought that the food he ate raw was watered with shit, he couldn't help but feel sick to his stomach. The originally wonderful eating experience seemed to have become very bad now, and he could even feel the smell of shit accumulated in his mouth.
Although Turat's nephew really wanted to beat up the guy who ruined his life, he clearly realized that these feces were not given away for free, but "sold". Even without these people collecting excrement, the excrement in the camp would not be preserved for a long time. Most of the time, after they have accumulated a certain amount of feces, they send it to some mines where mining has ended and bury it. Now think about it, all this is money, and it is "own" money.
Turat's nephew did not intend to hand over the income from this business to his uncle. He hid it and agreed with the young man that ten yuan a day would be three hundred yuan a month. You can save 3,600 yuan a year. With some other income, it is not impossible to save a little more than 10,000 yuan a year, because there is no place to spend here!
Starting from the second day, many strangers appeared in the camp. These strangers brought many huge wooden barrels and placed them in various places in the camp, even in the mines. At the same time, the management of the camp issued a notice requiring everyone, including slaves and non-slaves, to defecate in designated places, otherwise they would be punished. In the agreement signed between Turat's nephew and the supplier, behind the price of ten yuan a day, there must be a guaranteed output of at least thirty barrels per day.
This incident was quickly secretly reported to Mr. Turat by the camp management. After learning about it, Mr. Turat just smiled and did not instruct the management to respond. Mr. Turat has two daughters and no sons. Except for a small part left to his daughter, the rest of the property will be the property of his nephew. As long as he can settle down and stay in the west for two years and then get married, Mr. Tourat had no intention of interfering with his actions without doing something outrageous.
Besides, it was just some feces, and he had no intention of becoming a successful businessman competing with his nephew for feces.
The cooperation between the two parties has been very pleasant for a week. With the cooperation over the years, the camp has no restrictions on the suppliers that go deeper into the camp. They also sent many slaves to help them carry buckets. excrement.
On this day, these people came a little late, which is normal. After unloading the supplies, they began to direct some slaves to carry the barrels. The members of the mine protection team stood in the distance chatting with the young man and enjoying free cigarettes.
When a slave was silently loading the barrel onto the carriage and preparing to leave, someone suddenly thrust something into his hand. As soon as he turned his head, he saw an expressionless guy fixing the barrel. The guy didn't even look at him. He immediately turned back and walked towards the slave camp, where slaves lived in two worlds like ordinary people.
After dinner in the evening, the slave returned to the simple shack and lay down. With the help of the light penetrating through the gaps between the wooden walls of the shack, he untied his belt and took out the thing.
It was a piece of paper nestled into a small ball. He looked around, curled up his body to block other people's sight, and carefully unfolded the paper. An extremely complicated expression suddenly appeared on his face, which looked like He was laughing, but also seemed to be crying. Gradually, his complicated expression turned into determination. He tore the note into pieces and stuffed it into his mouth, swallowing it along with his saliva.
He didn't sleep the whole night, and the turbulent emotions in his mind made it impossible for him to calm down.
(End of chapter)