Suddenly, a cold voice said, "What are you doing here?" ”

When Cao Shanhu heard this, his face was embarrassed, and when he turned around, he saw a tall and thin man in the same dark clothes and pants coming in from outside. Cao Shanhu said: "The second brother of the Qi family, the hall master entrusted me to take care of this little brother, the little brother wanted to come and see on a whim, and he had a long insight." ”

Qi Lao Er's face was abrupt, and he said coldly: "I see." ”

Cao Shanhu said hello and was about to take Zhu Junyi inside, but was stopped by Qi Laoer's backhand.

Cao Shanhu was stunned for a moment and asked, "Second brother of the Qi family, what do you mean by this?" ”

Qi Lao Er said coldly: "What do I mean again?" It's not interesting, it's not interesting at all, it's just that who is the surname of this little brother, and which one of them is in the hall now? How come I haven't seen it? ”

Cao Shanhu said with a smile: "This little brother is the little brother who killed the black dog in the warehouse a few days ago to take revenge, the hall master admires it very much, and he has not yet joined the club." ”

Qi Lao Er sneered: "It's not a brother in the club, you just take him around so casually?" He's your son? Or is it your dad? Now that you're here, you're not allowed to enter! ”

Dozens of Chinese trade unions were all around, and many of them had greeted Cao Shanhu, and when they heard the conversation between the two, everyone was embarrassed, and they all felt that Qi Lao'er's words were really harsh, and they sounded very useless, but these words were indeed true, and they were not easy to refute.

Cao Shanhu was anxious, and said angrily: "You are not the hall master's incense hall here, there is no gold or silver, take a look at what's the matter?" This little brother is just a child, can he still be a secret agent of the government? ”

"That's not for sure!" Qi Lao Er still sneered.

Cao Shanhu wanted to braided again, but Zhu Junyi pulled his cuffs in private, he turned back in amazement, and only heard Zhu Junyi whisper: "Brother Cao, since people don't let me watch it, then I won't watch it!" My wound was also a little painful, so I just went back to rest. ”

Zhu Junyi has no good impression of this Qi Er, in his opinion, he is just an outsider, it doesn't matter whether he sees the sugar mill or not, besides, although he is small, his eyesight is not small, and everything he should see has already been read.

Looking at Qi Laoer's coaxing appearance and this cold rhetoric, it is clear that he is a little dissatisfied with Cao Shanhu, and he makes a big fuss here, firstly, he uses Cao Shanhu to brush his sense of existence and tell all the workers that Qi Lao Er is the person in charge of the sugar mill; The second is to cut Cao Shanhu's face directly in front of everyone and give him a dismount.

Seeing this, Zhu Junyi naturally didn't want to get involved in this kind of internal strife, and he didn't want Cao Shanhu to suffer a loss because he happened to have a wound on his body that had not healed, so he simply pretended to be in pain and took the opportunity to create an opportunity for both parties to get off the table.

Zhu Junyi thought about Cao Shanhu's thoughts, but Cao Shanhu didn't know, he really thought that Zhu Junyi's wound had recurred, so he hurriedly helped Zhu Junyi to walk in the direction of the wooden cart in front of him.

Because of Cao Shanhu's straightforward and fast-talking reason, Qi Lao Er is always a little unhappy with him on weekdays, and he has long wanted to take the opportunity to rectify Cao Shanhu, today a few words are on Cao Shanhu's angry head, seeing Cao Shanhu angry like thunder, just feel that the opportunity is rare, just wait for Cao Shanhu to take eye medicine in front of the hall master after the attack, I don't want Cao Shanhu to listen to the child next to him after a few words at all, take people away, people want to see you don't let you, people want to go, you can't stop it! Looking at Cao Shanhu's back, he was so angry that he blushed and sulked.

Here, Cao Shanhu and Zhu Junyi did not return to the wooden cart, and as soon as they turned the sugarcane pile, they saw a large group of people walking towards this side violently.

The people who came were all shirtless natives, the number of people was about 100, all of them were not good-looking, carrying sharp weapons, or knives or sticks, and even saw a few hoes, Cao Shanhu was straight-eyed, but people were not stupid, and when they saw that the situation was wrong, they quickly picked up Zhu Junyi and ran back to the sugar factory.

At this time, it was almost evening, the sun had not yet set, and the sunlight was shining on the muscles of the natives, as if it had been plated with a layer of armor.

The natives rushed into the sugar factory in a few steps, the Chinese workers did not know what to do, panicked, compared to the full armament of the natives, the only things that the Chinese workers could find at hand for self-defense were wooden shovels, wooden knives and the like, everyone hurriedly put down their work and ran out of the thatched hut, and consciously gathered in the open space in the field, and the natives rushed up to the top and surrounded everyone tightly in the middle.

Zhu Junyi carefully observed this group of natives, only to see that the natives were holding weapons and shouting, their complexions were dark and yellow, and they looked like there were many natives in the archipelago, but there were many Indian barbarians. A short man in the lead had a red cloth tied around his head, and he was almost taken as a red scarf by Zhu Junyi. The "red scarf" held a knife in one hand and pointed to the thatched hut with the other, and said a lot of "chirping and wah" loudly.

Qi Lao Er didn't care about Cao Shanhu, and when he heard the red scarf shouting, he immediately felt that something was wrong. He understands some local language, and the red scarf speaks a lot, and he can't fully understand it, but he also understands a general idea, and it seems that the local people want to talk to the Chinese foreman here. He was still showing off that he was the leader here in front of everyone just now, and now the natives asked the leader to go out by name to speak, he looked at the posture of the natives, and then looked at the sharp knives and sticks in his eyes, and he really didn't dare to move.

The red scarf said for a long time, but no one came forward, so angry that he screamed "Ulawala", turned around and slashed on a flat pole beside him, and the flat pole was broken in response, and many Chinese workers were frightened, and their legs were weak and they were about to kneel.

"Wait!" Suddenly, I heard a shout in the crowd, and people turned their heads to look, Zhu Junyi looked up along the sound, it was Cao Shanhu, and he hurriedly pulled his sleeve.

Cao Shanhu ignored Zhu Junyi's hints, he came out of the crowd, walked out of the crowd in the envy and jealousy of Qi Er, his eyes were level, neither humble nor arrogant, and he actually said a lot of "chirping".

Zhu Junyi really didn't expect that this stupid-looking "grass coral" was actually a language genius. He was already small, and just now there were few people around him and he could still see the situation outside, but at this time, he was passively surrounded by everyone in the middle, but he couldn't see anything, and could only hear the angry and anxious voice of the local leader and Cao Shanhu's righteous response. He was worried about Cao Shanhu, so he simply squeezed out of the crowd. There are many cowards and cowards among the Chinese workers, and they all think that in case of a conflict, the people on the periphery of the crowd will definitely be the first to be unlucky, and they will all squeeze in as much as possible, and at this time, a small child rushed out, and couldn't help but admire Zhu Junyi, and his feet were calmer.

Zhu Junyi squeezed out of the crowd, and saw the red scarf and Cao Shanhu fighting back and forth, the red scarf roared loudly at Cao Shanhu, and Cao Shanhu also shouted back solemnly, a few of the natives seemed to be unable to wait, so they simply rushed into the thatched hut, and soon led two oxen out.

When Cao Shanhu saw it, he shouted angrily: "Stop! Let go of our cows! He was in a hurry, but he spoke Chinese.

The Chinese workers also became agitated when they saw that the natives wanted to take away the cattle, without which the sugar mill would have no motivation to start, and everyone would starve to death.

The red scarf didn't know what to say to the others, the hundred and so natives all held their knives high, shouted excitedly, the natives of the morning glory were even more happy to drag the ox away, Cao Shanhu was anxious and ruthless, and rushed out of it while the natives were not paying attention, and punched the nose of the "morning glory", and the native's nose was painful and shouted "Ulawala", and as soon as the hand was released, the rope of the ox fell into the hands of Cao Shanhu.

The red scarf was furious, and with a wave of his sword-wielding hand, he gave an order to the surrounding natives, who shouted in unison, brandished sharp knives and clubs, and rushed up.

Zhu Junyi was shocked and shouted loudly: "Quick! Outside the station with weapons, inside the station without weapons, everyone circles in a circle! ”

The Chinese workers were in a panic, and suddenly heard an immature shout, some of them had wooden shovels, wooden knives and sticks in their hands and subconsciously stood outside, but after all, there were only a few Chinese workers with weapons, and the local people were generally strong, so they scattered the Chinese workers at once, and suddenly more than a dozen people were cut down.

Cao Shanhu saw that the situation was out of control, he couldn't see Zhu Junyi, and was about to shout, but he realized that he had always treated the other party as a little brother, but he forgot to ask the other party's name, and became more and more impatient.

Cao Shanhu hung the ox rope on a thick log, picked up the two flat poles that the red scarf had just cut off from the ground, and rushed into the crowd with a roar.

Zhu Junyi relied on his short stature, regardless of the pain of the sternum wound, bent over and walked on the ground, the natives were rampantly busy cutting people, no one could take care of him, he picked up a bloody short stick from the ground, and didn't care about thirty-seven twenty-one, when he saw the barefoot, he hit a few sticks, and then immediately ran away, and after a while, he actually beat more than a dozen natives to the ground and hugged their feet and screamed in pain.

Although he doesn't have a deep relationship with this group of Chinese workers, he is not ambiguous at all when he fights the Chinese soil and should help that side.

The men and horses on both sides fought together around the thatched huts, after all, there were few Chinese workers, and a large area fell in a short time, and dozens of local people were injured, so angry that the red scarf shouted.

At this time, I suddenly heard a shout from the outside: "Go to the water!" Hurry up and put out the fire! Come and put out the fire! Zhu Junyi followed the voice and looked, it turned out to be the second Qi child.

Qi Lao Er hugged his head and ran away when he saw the two sides fighting, and fled to hide behind the sugarcane pile in the chaos, but saw that someone in the thatched hut accidentally knocked over the firewood during the fight, and the flames immediately jumped up, thinking that if someone was injured or killed, he could push it to Cao Shanhu, but if the sugar mill was burned down, he could not escape the responsibility, and he jumped straight to his feet in a hurry, and jumped out of his mouth as soon as he was in a hurry, and he immediately turned pale like dirt and secretly screamed badly. Sure enough, six or seven natives chased after him and slashed after him after the sound of the sound of the sugar cane.

Cao Shanhu finally found Zhu Junyi in the chaotic battle, but when he saw him bending over and squatting on the ground and smashing his feet one by one, he couldn't help but laugh.

Cao Shanhu dodged another knife, raised his foot and kicked away the native in front of him, and chiseled a flat shoulder on the head of the native behind him with his backhand, and when he looked at it again, he could no longer see Zhu Junyi's figure in his sight, for fear that he would make a mistake, so he shouted loudly and broke out in a cold sweat. Leng Bu was knocked on the back of the head, a mouthful of blood spat on the ground, angrily slammed the flat shoulder, rushed straight forward, knocked down three or four enemies in a few steps, the natives saw that he was brave, and more than twenty natives surrounded him in the middle at once. Cao Shanhu looked out through the enemy, only to see that the shouts of the two sides were fighting and killing everywhere, screaming again and again, the local people were numerous, there were only fifty or sixty Chinese workers, and there was a lack of weapons and sticks, most of the ground was actually Chinese, and the two grass huts on the flat ground had been swept away by the fire, and the fire was raging, and it seemed that there was a tendency to spread around. He sighed secretly in his heart, now everyone will explain that they will not talk about it here, I am afraid that the sugar mill will also be burned to the ground.

At the last moment, I heard a hoarse and milky voice shouting: "Stop it!" ”

Cao Shanhu knocked down a fierce native with a flat shoulder, and when he was distracted, he saw Zhu Junyi, whose chest was full of blood, riding on the shoulder of the red scarf, holding a wooden knife in his right hand and pressing against the throat of the red scarf, the red scarf seemed to be frightened by Zhu Junyi's actions, and he had already thrown away the long knife and raised his hands high.

Zhu Junyi saw that the natives had no intention of stopping, so he took out his left hand and tore off the turban of the red scarf, and knocked his shiny head, the red scarf was so painful that tears flowed, and he had no choice but to shout, all the natives stopped their hands, gathered together without knowing what was wrong, and shouted at Zhu Junyi with a knife and dancing stick, but he didn't dare to really step forward to do it, for fear that Zhu Junyi would really stab the leader to death.

Cao Shanhu was full of emotion for a while, he could see clearly, at this time, including himself, there were only seven Chinese left who could still stand on the ground, and one of them was still riding on the shoulders of the red scarf......