Chapter 176: An Insignificant Man

Night, Kingdom on the Bridge, Takira Wolf. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

Because every once in a while, as the bridge was built, the local laborers and officials had to move, and the local laborers lived as if they were built very simply, and the warehouses seemed to be neatly and densely arranged together, as if carved out of a mold, this kind of building was naturally not comfortable to live in, let alone how warm it could be in winter.

The warehouse-like dwellings were empty, with no cubicles, and many laborers lived together, with no privacy at all, and they had little furniture other than a bed.

The interior of the dwelling was quite dark, and I could only see through the afterglow of the moonlight outside the window.

The little boy Abram sat on a low stool next to the bed, and his mother, who was lying on the bed with a faint breath, fell asleep, and the clothes and cotton cloth on Abram's mother's back had been stained red with blood, and because of the extremely low temperature, they were sticking to the skin wounds.

This place, the laborers, or more precisely the slaves, have no doctors, no medicines, they can't even boil some hot water.

Abram's mother's injuries are not as serious as they seem, but when they fall into this place, everyone is helpless, compared to being killed by the overseers on the bridge during the day, her experience at this time is indescribable, because she is now equivalent to waiting for death.

Even Abram, who is only ten years old, knows this ignorantly.

The coughing and moaning sounds that rang out from time to time kept the preoccupied Abram in a half-asleep state, his little head drooping one after another, and suddenly a soft call woke him up.

"Abram?"

Abram looked up and saw that his mother had woken up at some point, her face turned sideways, her eyes softly looking at her.

"Mom, you're awake!" Abram's eyes were swollen like walnuts, and he didn't know how long he cried, he saw that his mother was awake, and hurriedly went to look at the cotton cloth on his back, but the blood-soaked cotton cloth had been stuck with the skin and flesh of the open wound, how could a ten-year-old child deal with it?

Abram's mother looked at her son's helpless appearance and whispered, "Abram, come here." ”

Abram obediently came to his mother's bedside, followed the crook of his mother's outstretched arm, and shrunk into his mother's arms, how many cold winters he spent in his mother's warm embrace.

"Mom. ”

"Huh?"

"I was wrong," Abram looked up, his eyes wide open, "they said you would die, you don't want to die, okay?"

Abram's mother struggled to stroke his slightly curly hair: "As long as Abram lives, my mother will not die, because my mother will always live in your heart, so, Abram, you remember to be obedient in the future, and for your mother, you must also live well." ”

"I don't want you to live in my heart, I want you to be by my side. ”

"Silly boy. Abram's mother kissed her son's forehead and said in an undetectable voice, "How can I be with you forever?"

……

The next morning, Abram woke up from the cold, snorting and finding that his mother was still holding him tightly, but the warm embrace had lost its temperature and had become cold.

Abram's mother died like this.

Abram's head went blank and he sat on the edge of the bed, as if everything around him had nothing to do with him.

It wasn't until his mother's body was found that several slave laborers, on orders from the officials, wanted to remove the body, that Abram went mad and punched and kicked the gang to stop them from moving his mother's body.

It's just that he is so young that he has no effect at all except for adding a little obstacle to the work of the laborers, and a male laborer is annoyed by him, so he pushes him away and roars angrily: "What are you embarrassed about us doing! We are just slaves, what can we do!?"

There was silence in the warehouse, and the man who pushed Abram away gritted his teeth, and his companions sped up their movements, leaving in a bit of a panic.

……

Tony was biting a cigar, eight of his ten fingers were covered with gold rings, and a gold chain was around his neck that looked heavy, dressed as an upstart.

He and Colonel Mouse, along with a pot-bellied official of the Kingdom of Bridge, Tagera Wolff, were standing in the warm room burned by the stove, looking through the glass at the workers who were still toiling in the cold outside.

Tony has actually been to the Bridge Kingdom twice before, but I don't know if it was because he was instructed by William to explain the reason before he came this time, and he had a preconceived impression, and now when he looks at these laborers, he does find a lot of different things.

The laborers of the kingdom on the bridge need to work together for many years, and there is no security at all in this place, there are steel and stone everywhere that can easily kill people, as long as one person is negligent at work, it may kill other laborers, so these people are extremely adaptable to group life and teamwork, and also have a high degree of obedience.

On the other hand, the cruel working environment makes them hard-working, and people with this trait obviously will not resist the boring and hard training too much.

And the harsh and cruel living environment is also a knockout game of life, and the people who can survive are obviously people with sufficient physical conditions and a good foundation.

The days of precariousness and the harsh living environment were the birthplace of William's excellent soldiers on the earth in his previous life.

Tony spat out a smoke ring, he felt more and more that William was right, these people in front of him, who can endure hardships, are willing to cooperate, and have potential, are simply born soldier embryos, and the most important thing is that they have no support, if William can get them out of the sea of suffering, it is tantamount to their reborn parents, and they can basically only rely on William in the future, and there is not much way out of this.

"Mr. Tony, you said your company was going to open a mine, so you needed to buy some slave labor that didn't need to be safe...... "But why do you buy even these ten-year-olds and teenage children?"

"Children are easy to manage," said Tony, flicking the ashes of his cigarette and looking at himself, "Isn't it easier for adults to run away?

When the rat colonel on the side heard this, he also helped: "That's right, these children are growing up, they eat a lot, they are disobedient, and they have little work to do.