When Loren Hill indulged in researching new things, Meilu also swept away the differences in the family with a thunderous force, and at the dinner of the meeting that day, the uncles and relatives of the family 'voluntarily' handed over their rights and business, and the main family arranged to live in the headquarters to continue to recuperate.

A large number of personnel changes took place in the local branches, some of which were taken over by the master's family, and some of them were directly promoted to irrelevant personnel who had been excluded. The vacant seats also inspired the normally unmotivated personnel, giving them hope and the entire Chamber of Commerce rejuvenated.

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Nissos House, Distillery.

The brick and stone structure, under the wooden beams, is a busy scene in the brewery, with stacked goods, neatly stacked barrels, and huge vats.

Some of the staff kept putting boxes of grapes on the table, and a group of women and children began to pick out the green, small, broken, moldy, and miscellaneous items and throw them away.

Others crushed the grapes and put them in vats, where a burst of fruity aroma began to spread throughout the factory, filled with broken grape crumbles, skins and juice.

One of the teenagers was also working hard, wearing a mask and special gloves, constantly crushing some grapes and putting them in a large bowl, and when the grapes in the bowl were full, they were poured into the vat, and there were many workers standing next to him, some of them were old and some of them were young, but he was the youngest.

The workers of these wineries work from morning to night, only one hour of rest at noon, and they usually have no vacation, and if they take temporary leave, they will inevitably be deducted, although it is very hard, but many people still flock to it, after all, they can earn more than a dozen silver coins a month, which is much better than farming at home.

It was getting late in the evening, and the boy was a little tired, so he brought an empty barrel and moved it, sat on it and continued to work.

"Bard." An aunt next to him gestured for him to come down and not to sit.

The boy was a little puzzled, and it didn't affect my work, but the aunt continued.

"It's not good for you to work like this, and it's gossip to show others."

Then let the boy come down and remind him that he would probably say something like 'you're so comfortable.'"

As a last resort, the boy obediently got off the barrel, moved his aching legs and waist, and then continued to work.

At night, as the huge candlesticks light up and illuminate the brick and stone factory, several employees lift the vats and pour them into a huge filter funnel next to it, on which several layers of gauze are padded, through which the purple-red grape juice slowly flows out.

After seeing the same, several employees gathered the gauze and squeezed it continuously, squeezed out the remaining juice, and finally got a vat of slightly clear grape juice, closed the lid of the vat and let it stand, and the group began to get off work.

"Have you finished it, hurry up, it's too late, Granny Dela's cakes are all sold."

One of the uncles started urging, he was covered with stains, and the smell of sweat mixed with the smell of grape juice was a little unpleasant, but no one laughed at him, because everyone was the same.

"Wait a minute, cover this and come, or the old man Abu will have to deduct the money tomorrow."

"That old thing can pick on thorns, and I don't know who it's for."

"That's it, I don't see the Nissos family giving him more money, and it's so disgusting, changing the law button."

"Maybe he likes this feeling, don't you see him drag him to the sky like a noble lord every time he checks."

"Okay, let's go, get some meat tonight."

"Cut, do you have a treat, I can't afford to eat."

"It's okay, I'll please."

"Don't, Manda, when did you become so generous, could something have happened again."

"Heh, you'll find out later."

Several of the winery workers walked away shoulder to shoulder, leaving only one worker on duty for the night, he locked the door, blew out most of the candles, leaving only a small amount of light, and then he also took out some dry cakes and put them in the hot soup, which slowly softened, and after eating, he lay on the table and took a nap, and the night was still very long.

Bard, who worked in the factory during the day, dragged his tired body back to his quarters, a remote corner of Hopeland, a messy area that was a true reflection of the lack of lights at night, only the smell of garbage and dead fish on the streets.

In the middle of a small square, there was a well, and not far away there was a low house, and an old man leaned against the doorpost, his eyes half-closed.

Bud stepped forward to get some water, but the barrel was a little heavy, and he could only pull half of the bucket up.

Pulling the rough rope tightly, the burrs on the rope were a little prickly, and then the old barrel staggered and slowly rose.

"What are you doing?" A hoarse voice sounded behind him, like a ghost, Bud was startled, the rope in his hand was loosened, the barrel fell rapidly, pulling the rope and rubbing his hand a little stinging, he quickly grabbed the thick rope again, and then looked back.

The old man leaning against the doorway was awake, his cloudy, dark yellow eyes staring at Bard like a dead man.

"I ...... I took some water to drink and rinsed my body. Bard was a little frightened and said in a trembling voice.

"You...... Where do you live? The old man continued.

"I live in the red clay house behind the beech tree in the west, and I only came here a few days ago, and I was introduced by my mother-in-law." The boy said a little nervously.

"Oh."

The old man replied, and closed his eyes again.

Bud took a sip of water, then rinsed himself off and hurried away.

The next day, which was also the day of pay, Bard had been working at the brewery for two months, and only then did he get his first month's salary, 12 silver coins.

He carefully wrapped the silver coin in the belt of his clothes before going back, but it was not as smooth as before.

Several people who smelled of sweat and alcohol blocked Bard in the alley, they had premeditated, waiting for the teenager, who was led by Manda, a former worker at the distillery.

"Boy, happy no, I sent money today."

The adults were tall compared to the small Bard, and they stood together as if they were about to cover the sky.

Shrouded in the shadows of these men, Bard could only keep backing away, and finally leaned against the dusty wall.

"Be honest, take out the money and get the new one, that's the rule, you know?" One of the rough men said that he was dark-skinned and full of yellow teeth.

"No ....." Bard was a little scared, but he still didn't want to hand it over, this was something he had earned with great difficulty, and he had to use it to pay the rent and buy food.

Smack-

A slap slap made Bud spin around, the whole person was stunned, there was a hot feeling on his face, and then his calf hurt and he was kicked, but he still insisted on not falling.

Smack-

Another slap in the face.

"You know each other."

A few people next to him began to tear his clothes, looking for where the money was.

Bud hugged himself tightly and slowly slipped off the wall, crouching on the ground, the sound of cursing in his ears, and then the constant beating, the final blow to the head, knocking him unconscious.

When he woke up, it was already dark, his clothes and belt had been torn off, and there were only 3 of the 12 silver coins left, he knelt on the ground, took the remaining silver coins into his hands one by one, his nails dug into his flesh, and howled in a low voice, and hot tears crossed his face and fell into the dust.