Do you know that the key to the door of hope is in your hand, but you still have to huddle in the corner in a dark room, using your infinite thoughts to imagine how complicated and contradictory your mood is when you welcome the light?
At least this is the case for the slaves in the mining area. People outside have intermittently sent them at least fifty pistols and sufficient bullets through various methods. The other party also told them that unless people outside gave them a hint, what else would they do? Neither can be done. They clearly hold the key, but they still live in despair—oh, no! At least they are more optimistic than before, because they are about to usher in true freedom.
I don’t know why, but the security in Brewer’s Bay has become much tighter since the day before yesterday. The members of the mine protection team who usually hide in the house to keep warm have put on windproof clothing and ran out of the room, holding guns at high places. Constant patrolling, even if the slaves gathered together, as long as the number was slightly larger, they would be dispersed by the mine protection team. This was impossible before.
The Brewer's Bay mining area is located in a canyon. The natural geographical advantage allows it to form a natural fortress without large-scale construction. In order to prevent horse bandits from climbing in from the bare mountains on both sides of the canyon, the Brewer's Bay camp An iron net was also laid over the sky and electricity was supplied. If you want to come in from the outside, you can't touch the inside of the camp unless you go through the gate or cut through the electrified iron fence. These defensive measures separate the inside of the camp and the outside of the camp into two worlds.
There is no doubt about the safety here. All gold mines are always the most coveted by horse bandits, but this place has never been attacked. It's not that no one wants the gold mine here, but they know there is no chance of even entering the camp without paying a high price.
Money is only money when it can be spent. If you die, then everything loses its value.
At dawn, the wake-up horn sounded in the camp. Every morning at 6:30, the horn would blow on time. After a fifteen-minute meal, the slaves must enter the mine to work. The work will continue until one o'clock at noon. During this process, there will be two breaks, one for thirty minutes and the other for fifteen minutes.
Not all mine owners are desperately squeezing slave labor. According to some so-called professionals, a short rest can improve the slaves' work enthusiasm and efficiency, but in the end, slaves are still very miserable, and all The measures are just to squeeze their remaining value to the greatest extent possible.
Some young and strong slaves finished their meal quickly and then began to carry the dung buckets. This was their job. When the gate of the camp opened and more than forty carriages drove in at the same time, the slaves carrying the dung buckets were momentarily distracted.
Although the consumption of the camp is large, it is definitely not so large that it requires so many carriages to deliver goods. Has something happened recently? Will it affect their plan
"Why are there so many carriages today?" The captain of the mine protection team walked to a carriage. He took out his dagger and opened the canvas covering the carriage body, revealing the linen bags stacked inside. He glanced at the other carriages, turned the dagger in his hand, and stabbed into one of the largest sacks. A large amount of wheat kernels immediately poured out of the cut hole. He used the tip of the dagger to pick up the split hole and exerted slight pressure upwards to stop the wheat kernels from continuing to pour out.
"Check all the carriages. If anything goes wrong, shoot immediately." The captain of the mine protection team was highly nervous. It would be impossible not to be nervous. Now there are assassinations everywhere in the west, and there is also a group of slaves and gold diggers. The Freedom Front organization is operating everywhere, and they will inspect everything that enters the camp very carefully. Under his orders, the members of the mine protection team took iron drills and began to randomly check all the goods, but they did not find any abnormalities.
At this time, the young man who led the team said with a smile: "You should know that there is a lot of chaos outside now, and we are taking great risks when delivering goods, so starting from today, we will only deliver goods twice a week, one for three days and one for Four days, I hope you can talk to the gentleman above. It’s not that we don’t want to deliver it every day, it’s just that the situation outside is too dangerous.”
The words of the young team leader made the captain of the mine protection team nod slightly, gaining his approval. Everyone knows what the situation is like outside. If it weren't for the fear of that group of lunatics suddenly coming to attack Brewer Bay, the situation in the camp would not be as tense as it is now. He casually raised his hand to take the cigarette handed over by the young leader, and the two of them got together and started puffing away. Because there were too many things delivered this time, and these carriages blocked the passage in the camp, the captain of the mine protection team asked the slaves to participate in the transportation.
When settling this expenditure, Turat's nephew also appeared. After understanding a little bit about why he had to pay three supplies at once, he couldn't help but asked: "Is it a mess outside now? Then can't I?" out?"
This sentence is actually a useless question. How could he not know the situation outside? He just hopes that these young people delivering goods can give him a slightly better news, at least giving him a little hope. Although he rarely leaves the mining area, he goes out three or four times a month to have some fun in nearby cities. Compared to being in this damn lifeless camp, even if the nearby cities and towns were not much different, it was enough for him to enjoy the long-lost joy.
"Let's do this. Next time you come over, bring two..." He glanced at the captain of the mine protection team. "No, bring twenty girls over. The price will be double. Wait here until the next supply. Leave with you guys. And some cards and stuff to play with, you know what I mean?"
The young leader nodded and repeated, "I understand, sir. Woman, do you still need tape for game props?"
"And there are tapes? Okay. If you have complete ones, you'd better get me a few sets. Since there are tapes, there must be players too? Get a few of them too!"
Turat's nephew did not show any outstanding abilities in the eyes of his elders, but this boy had one advantage, that is, he knew how to be in awe. This may be related to the fact that he was beaten more often when he was a child. He will not be like those crazy heirs who keep their eyes in the sky. They insist on leaving even though they know that the outside is full of dangers. Maybe it is just to go to a nearby city to relieve their "bloat" The problem. He did a good job in this regard. He may not be able to open up new territories for the family's industry, but it is good to be able to hold on to what he has now.
He took out a five-yuan note from his pocket, stuffed it into the brim of the team leader's hat, and patted him on the shoulder. "You're not bad. I'll talk to the manager of your firm and ask him to give you a salary increase." "
"Thank you so much!"
After the convoy left, the captain of the mine protection team stood on the high wall and looked at the retreating convoy. He always felt that something was wrong, but no matter how he recalled and thought, he could not find out what was wrong with the collapse. In the end, he attributed this idea to random thoughts caused by being too nervous.
At his feet, the two slaves withdrew their gaze, looked at each other and silently returned to the slave camp under the supervision of the mine protection team members.
three days left!
In three days, light will shine into the deep mines, igniting everyone's hope and welcoming a bright future!
Three days later, the supply convoy appeared again. This time the supply convoy was larger than the last time, with more than sixty carriages. The supply of goods this time will be enough to sustain the camp for four days, and it also brought some things Turat's nephew requested, such as girls and small toys that can entertain and pass the time.
Twenty girls wearing cloaks sat alone on two carriages, their heads lowered. The hoods of the cloaks completely hid their heads, and they could not see clearly what they looked like. The eyes of the mine protection team on the high wall turned green. Turat had already told them that twenty girls would be prepared for them this time, in four days! This made all the members of the mine protection team want to roar and look forward to today's arrival.
Seeing the trembling pieces of "fat" right in front of their eyes, the mood of some team members changed subtly. The captain of the mine protection team sternly scolded them and asked them to carefully check every item on each carriage. A piece of goods, but most people seemed a little absent-minded. Their attention was attracted by the girls in the middle of the horse pair, especially one girl who suddenly took off her hat and raised her head. Her beautiful profile made many members of the mine protection team stop what they were doing and gulped wildly. He took a sip of saliva.
The person next to the girl tugged on her sleeves, and she put her hood back on with a smile, covering her face with a neat sigh.
But soon the members of the mine protection team cheered up again, maybe it would be their turn
This girl is worth it even if she trades cigarettes with someone else!
In high spirits, the inspection work was carried out very quickly, and carriages quickly passed the inspection and entered the camp. Although the captain of the mine protection team was a little worried, he turned a blind eye when he thought that he had cooperated with the opponent's trading company for several years without any problems, and the thoughts of the group of boys under his opponent were also clear. , pretending not to see this group of lazy people.
"Let the slaves come and move the stuff!"
A strange light flashed in the eyes of the leader of the motorcade, which quickly went out again. He took out a match, lit a cigarette for the captain of the mine protection team beside him, and shook it vigorously. Then he held the match in his hand and put it in his pocket, but he did not take it out again.
Madan redid the system several times last night. It was enough.
(End of chapter)