Da Heita glanced at Yang Xiaoshan in surprise, knowing that with his well-developed muscles and thick wrist whip, very few people dared to challenge him for so many years. At the beginning, there were a few people who didn't know each other, and after a few whips, they were abolished, and from then on, as long as he appeared, everyone stood obediently and didn't dare to make a mistake.

"New here?" The Great Black Tower raised his eyebrows.

"Yes, it's only been a few days since I was here." Yang Xiaoshan replied.

"Do you know the rules for a private brawl in the mines, and you beat him like this and get ten lashes?" The Great Black Tower then asked.

"Understood." Yang Xiaoshan is neither humble nor arrogant.

"Come on, take him away!" Daheita beckoned the black thugs behind him to tie up Yang Xiaoshan.

Li Shixian was a little worried about Yang Xiaoshan, and grabbed Xiaoshan's arm from behind: "Big brother, you are crazy, and it's not you, how can you take the top tank for the surname Bao?" ”

Yang Xiaoshan pulled his hand away and said in a low voice: "Don't say it, I have my own opinions, I'll talk to you later." ”

Two black thugs tied up Yang Xiaoshan and took him to the square in the middle of the mine.

The whipping here is not just a few casual strokes, but a hanging upside down.

Seeing that Yang Xiaoshan was already in place, Daheita raised his arm and shouted, and the whip in his hand was whipped on Yang Xiaoshan's back like a snake.

Yang Xiaoshan snorted secretly and ate the whip. He is not looking for death, he has kung fu in him, and every time before the whip comes, he takes a deep breath and uses his skills to protect his muscles and bones. Each whip of the Great Black Tower was firmly drawn on his body, but it was only a skin wound, and he still protected his muscles and internal organs.

Even if it is a skin injury, the skin is open when the ten whips go down, and it is scary to death when viewed from the outside, Yang Xiaoshan didn't say a word of begging for mercy, and he didn't even shout after the ten whips.

The coolies watching from the side all gave Yang Xiaoshan a thumbs up in their hearts: "The newcomer is really tough, amazing!" ”

The big black tower asked Yang Xiaoshan to put down, "Send Father Pedro for treatment." "After all, this is a mining plant, and flogging is not to beat people to death, but to set an example to maintain the discipline of the mine. Coolies are also the wealth of the capitalists, and killing them in vain is also a loss to the mines.

The stone in Yang Xiaoshan's heart fell to the ground, allowing the two black men to drag him away. This time, he took the initiative to kill many birds with one stone, one is to establish his image as a tough guy in front of all the miners, after all, the Taiping army is only more than 200 people here, the number is too small, and if you want to do great things, you have to win the support of others.

The second is that he wants to get close to two people, one is Father Pedro, I heard that he is good, Yang Xiaoshan wants to leave the mine to see if he can get his support, and the other person is Weng Derong, the male servant of Di Mali's manager, he is a very key person, he is the highest status among the Chinese in the mine, and he can freely enter and exit this mining area, Yang Xiaoshan also hopes to win this person, with his status, if he can help himself, it will be much easier to leave here, and he can also act as a guide when he leaves the mine, In Yang Xiaoshan's escape plan, this Weng Derong is the one who must be won.

The third is that he should take advantage of the opportunity to be sent to the priest to observe the personnel of the mine and plan when and how to leave the mine.

Yang Xiaoshan was taken outside the church at the mine. Peru was once a colony of Spain, and Spain is a country of religious fanaticism, so almost everyone in South America believes in Catholicism, and wherever there are people, there will be churches for people to worship.

Although the church in the mining area is small and rudimentary, it is still well equipped, and in addition to serving people, there is a simple hospital behind the church. Mining is an extremely dangerous job, and people get injured every day, but Chinese coolies generally don't come as a last resort, because the hospital has a fee, and they live here for a week and half a year in vain.

In addition, this Father Pedro would send some bandages every week to the coolies to bandage their wounds, so he had a good reputation and a good reputation among the coolies.

"How do you play like this? Let's send a small private room. The priest heard a knock on the door, opened the church door, and exclaimed when he saw Yang Xiaoshan's scars.

Yang Xiaoshan's frightening wound was included in the list of seriously injured by the priest, and he enjoyed the highest treatment here, that is, there was a small single room, about a dozen square meters. There was a hospital bed with a white cloth on it, a wooden cabinet with a washbasin next to it, and the only decoration on the wall opposite the bed was a cross, and that was it, but here it was like a "presidential suite".

Yang Xiaoshan was blessed by misfortune, he had never slept in bed for many days, but the wound on his back hurt for a while, so he could only lie on the bed.

After a while, Father Pedro entered the room and examined Yang Xiaoshan's wounds. The priest was probably in his forties, bald on the top of his head, in the shape of a "Mediterranean", and wore a brown friar's uniform with a white coat around the front.

"Young man, you are whipping, that big black man is really ruthless." Father Pedro examined Yang Xiaoshan's wounds, "You need to rest for at least a month, the cost is not low, how long do you want to be treated here?" ”

"Then let's stay for a month." Yang Xiaoshan replied.

Father Pedro was a little surprised, because the average Chinese coolie was reluctant to stay for a long time and was reluctant to pay for it. But Yang Xiaoshan is different, he is not here to make money, not to mention that he has no money, and he is ready to run away, the medical expenses are meant to be relied on for him, and no matter how much he owes, it will have no effect.

"Wait a minute, I'll go get you a bandage." The priest turned to leave.

When Yang Xiaoshan came in, he knew that the medical level of this church was limited, and there were only three ways to treat patients: bloodletting, bandage bandaging and drinking holy water.

Yang Xiaoshan's injury area was really a bit large, and it took Father Pedro a long time to tie his backpack well.

"It seems that this priest is really good, save the life and help the wounded, and find a chance to win him in the future." Yang Xiaoshan muttered in his heart.

"Father, my two brothers plan to go back early tomorrow morning to say goodbye to you." It was the Chen brothers, Chen Lao Da and Chen Lao Er, who spoke and had to come here for treatment because they had inhaled too much slag and vomited blood in their mouths.

"You've both figured it out?" Father Pedro looked at both of them earnestly.

"You've figured it out!" The Chen brothers nodded.

"Then let's make a mudra here." Father Pedro took out a document and asked the two to draw it.

"What's written on this?" Boss Chen asked.

"You have only been here for three days, and the cost of the holy water will be waived for you, and it will not be deducted from your salary. Also, your illness is not cured, and if there is a case, your wages and the compensation from the mine will be brought back to your hometown. Father Pedro made a cross on his chest.

"Thank you so much, Father." The Chen brothers thanked.

"You've all figured it out?" Father Pedro blinked suddenly.

"We've figured it out." The Chen brothers replied.

"May God bless you." Father Pedro made another cross.

Yang Xiaoshan next to him felt that their conversation was a little strange, but he didn't find anything wrong, so he didn't care, and it was not easy to relax his spirit before he gradually fell asleep.