Not all the members of the orphanage have been blessed by Mo Xie, and the people who were able to eat in the restaurant are only the children in the orphanage who still remain.

The boy who left the orphanage early in the morning to find his own way out of the house was not among them.

But where is he at this moment?

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"Hurry up, if you want to eat, work hard for me!"

Rough and scolding, the foreman, who was not very tall and had a big belly like a pregnant woman, stood on the side of the road and gave orders to the workers.

It is an enclosed mine, and the black stone and earth are the only scenery here.

Monotonous tones, like hell away from the human realm.

And the man who stood on the big rock on the side of the road and kept yelling at him was the bull-headed horse face at the entrance to hell.

He didn't have a whip in his hand, and even if the mine was closed and isolated, he wouldn't have the audacity to swing it.

"Babble...... Yikes......"

A roar erupted from between his teeth, and the crate on his back was unexpectedly heavy, at least for a boy who had not yet grown up.

Bent over, but didn't dare to let the bend go too far, hunched over, feeling every bone in his body creaking.

The weight on his back was obviously beyond what he could bear, but he couldn't stop lightly.

It was the first job he got and he didn't want to give it up.

That's right, he is the guy who is called 'Xiao Ming' by Xiaomei, and he is also the 'Brother Ming' in Heizai's mouth.

He was not yet an adult and had been malnourished for a long time, and he would not have been able to do such a physical job.

However, he had a reason to do it.

"Hurry up! What are you grinding about! The work efficiency of the whole team has been dragged down by you alone!"

The fat, deliberately standing on the boulder to make himself look high, pointed at Brother Ming and scolded, his words hitting Brother Ming's body and mind like a whip.

For a moment, Brother Ming really wanted to unload the burden on his body and shouted the sentence 'Lao Tzu is gone'.

It's just that he didn't, he just lowered his head, trying to ignore the weight on his back and take steps.

Even though the vision has darkened a little, even if the road in front of you has been blurred.

"Ahh

The heartfelt whispers, which are inconvenient to come out of the mouth, are becoming more and more inaudible.

His job in the mine was to porter.

What a backward mine, it still uses manpower to transport ore to this day.

The ore excavated from the mine is transported down the hill and piled on a flat ground, a distance of about 1,000 meters.

In a whole morning, Brother Ming had completed five trips.

His body was empty, and the bowl of porridge that he had eaten early in the morning had already turned into sweat and been drained cleanly.

There was nothing left, and the most intuitive thing was that his stomach had begun to rattle.

"I really don't want to go any further......"

There was a voice ringing in his head.

There were still five hundred meters to go to the end of this trip, not a meter more, a meter is not less, such a thing was already determined when passing by the foreman.

"Whew!"

Suddenly, he felt an indescribable grievance - or humiliation, and Brother Ming felt that something was about to leak out of his eyes.

It's just that now is not the time to shed tears, and such expressions do not apply today.

On a snowy day, the sun is so bright.

So, don't shed tears at such a time.

I tried to close my eyes and silently recite the words in the books I had read, although there was some inexplicable meaning, but I finally held back my tears.

There are still 500 meters to go, so let's go have lunch and rest for a while.

In the afternoon, just copy the morning workflow again.

Brother Ming pondered, comforting himself with his plans for the future.

Today is just his first day on the job.

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"Let me look for ...... again"

Orphanage, utility room above the third floor.

It was already two o'clock in the afternoon, and Aunt Wang was rummaging through a large pile of old miscellaneous items left by countless 'predecessors', or the former residents of the orphanage, that she remembered that she had placed here, and that belonged to Mo Ye.

She had already rummaged through this room, although she still didn't believe it, but the truth was that she still didn't find the swaddling clothes that wrapped Mo Ye back then.

Such a conclusion Mo Ye had come to half an hour ago, but he couldn't say things like 'Aunt Wang, I have probed with my spiritual power, and there is nothing of mine here'.

So, he just made an excuse, asked where the other storage rooms were, and walked out on his own.

He tried to look for it himself, but after spending half an hour searching all the storage compartments, he still couldn't find the swaddling one.

Things may no longer be in the orphanage.

I don't want to believe it, but as a result, something like this has happened.

In this orphanage, he couldn't find what he was looking for.

Then look elsewhere, and in any case, he must get it back.

Standing in the corridor, using his perception to confirm the fact for the last time, Mo Ye lowered his head and straightened his clothes.

He's going out.

Only this time there is no longer a purpose.

He remembers that when he left the orphanage to study in a different place, he still had swaddling clothes, and used them as a cushion for pressing the bottom of the box in the box under his bed.

At this moment, Mo Ye regretted why he didn't take this 'cushion cloth' with him when he left.

Maybe he didn't care about the rag that was obviously 'worthless'......

Although it is said that it is the relics of his parents......

"Alas......"

With a sigh, Mo Xie turned around and went down the stairs on the side.

"Brother Mo Xie, where are you going?"

At the end of the stairs, Xiaomei stood in the porch, her apron and white flour on her face and hands.

I said that I would eat dumplings in the evening, and the preparations would be made in the afternoon.

After all, there were still almost 200 'tenants' in the orphanage at this time, and their meals were probably not very small.

"Xiaomei, tell Aunt Wang for me, I just received a phone call, and I have something to do. ”

casually took out his mobile phone and shook it in front of Xiaomei's eyes, Mo Xie lied without blushing at all.

"Alas, what a busy man......"

Sighing with a little envy, Xiaomei sent Mo Ye to the door.

Being busy is not a bad thing, and a 'idler' like her doesn't know how much she wishes that she could be like Mo Ye's 'busy with official duties'.

In this case, it means that she can get a lot of money.

Thinking of the man next to him at noon, he took out a lot of money without frowning, presumably his remuneration was extremely high.

Soon arrived at the door, so fast that Xiaomei's cranky thoughts in her mind didn't have time to end.

"Ha, no way, who told me that I was just a working boy......"

Mo Xie smiled heartily and nodded at Xiaomei to say goodbye.

He was gone, and there was no snow on the road ahead that had been left in the morning.

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Lunch in the mine was simple, simple to the point of simplicity, but for a person who had done a morning of intense physical labor, even ten times as simple as the food would not have a reason not to swallow.

Brother Ming swallowed three thick steamed buns in plain water, and the steamed buns on the mine, each of which was the size of a sea bowl, after the three steamed buns went down, Brother Ming felt that his stomach was uncomfortable.

Greedy, or extremely hungry, after eating a qiē, Brother Ming's whole body collapsed on the ground.

Fall to the ground, and then fall unconscious.

He was tired, and every muscle and bone in his body was already protesting.

They wanted to rest, and the intensity of their work in the morning was beyond what he could bear.

He wanted sleep.

"I really want to sleep like this. ”

Before being unconscious, this was Brother Ming's last thought.

His dreams were pitch black, and his overworked body and mind had no strength left to construct a dream.

The boy was wrapped in his own clothes and fell asleep against the rocks of the mine, and the workers did not bother the tired newcomer, who knew how hard the job was.

It is not enough to understand the workers alone.

"Wow~!"

The lunch break is only a little over an hour, and the time for eating is deducted.

When the time came, the workers had to go back to work, and there was no room for negotiation.

The sound of pouring water was followed by a biting cold.

The foreman's method of calling Brother Ming was very blunt, and it was accompanied by harsh scolding.

"Slacker, get up and do things, do you want to eat rice?!"

What the hell, there are not a hundred but ninety workers in the mine, I really don't know why this foreman is so close to Brother Ming.

He seemed to be pouring on Ming's body the boredom derived from squatting in the mines all day staring at the unchanging scenery, and he seemed to be able to derive an indescribable pleasure from making others miserable.

"Ahh

Awakened by the cold water, Brother Ming's first reaction was not to gasp, but to let out a cry of pain.

Cold water poured on his overtired muscles, and the pain was indescribable.

After all, Brother Ming is not yet a minor, and even if he is not yet the oldest 'tenant' in the orphanage, he is still only a minor himself.

He couldn't handle the pain.

"What's it called! Get up and get to work!"

The foreman didn't feel the slightest sense of guilt about what he had done, as if he hadn't poured cold water on a minor at all.

And even in such a cold winter.

He pointed at Brother Ming's nose and scolded, as if he was scolding his grandson

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