It was nearly noon, and although it was March, the sun in the north was already full of energy. Deep in the mountains, the trees are sparse, and the large rocks are bare on the surface, as if to pour out something to the blue sky, and if you are close to the ground, it seems that you can really hear that shocking sound, which is passed down through the ages, and the power never wanes.

Halfway up the mountainside, a black and oppressive camp looks extremely dazzling in this pure white environment, where is the Yilan Stone Field, which is the only source of income for the three major families in Liao'er City. If you look closer, you can see the small black dots moving between the black and pressed canopies, they are all quarry workers, those people are naked, only a thick cloth is on their shoulders, huge waste stones press on their shoulders, their bodies bend in an amazing arc, moving slowly in the sunlight. The trees in the quarry were even more scarce, and under a large tree that had just pulled out its buds lay a chaise longue, on which the young man with his eyes closed set off the status of the workers.

The young man's face was covered with a black mole, which ruined the harmony of the whole face, but at this moment, there was a smile on this face, thinking that he was dreaming. It may be that the sound of the stone shovel just now was too loud, pulling the young man back from his sleep, and the young man looked up at the sun, and then turned around, changing into a more comfortable position, it seems that he wants to continue the sweet dream just now. But the young man's dream was destined to be unable to continue, and he saw a neatly dressed and fat middle-aged man walking towards him quickly, and the sound of footsteps was a little urgent, which woke the young man up. The young man opened his eyes and turned to look at the middle-aged man. Strangely, the young man's eyes did not have the usual irritation, but a hint of amusement.

The middle-aged man bowed down and said, "Hu Shao, something is wrong!" There was a hint of anxiety in his voice, and it could be seen that he was very serious. The young man said, "Oh, what's the big deal?" Uncle Liang, you speak slowly. There was no hint of urgency in the words, with the same laziness as ever. The middle-aged man said, "The number of spars transported from the mountains yesterday is not right!" "The number of spars is not right?" The middle-aged man said: "I don't know, the account book reported yesterday said that a total of one hundred and thirty-two primary spars were collected, but I just counted and counted, but found that there were only one hundred and twenty primary spars." "What? Twelve fast, it's the young master of the Mo family who has accepted the spar in the past few days, and he is a master who doesn't talk about feelings at all." There was a hint of real awe in the youth's words. "Yes, what should I do, Hu Shao, hurry up and get an idea. The middle-aged man obviously knew the young master of the Mo family as well.

The sun had already passed overhead, and the workers, who had been busy all morning, finally heard the sound of the "jingling bell". It was not a nice sound, but it sounded like heaven to the ears of the workers, as if they had been working all day for these short and unpleasant sounds, the opening bell of the quarry!

"Don't eat yet, something happened in the field, Hu Shao asked everyone to gather. A middle-aged man who looked like a foreman shouted, this middle-aged man's surname was Yun, although he was only forty years old, but his face had more wrinkles than the average sixty-year-old man, and all the ups and downs of these years were clearly depicted on the old man's face. The middle-aged man's real name has long been forgotten, and here, everyone calls him Yuntou.

Hearing Yuntou's words, everyone put down the rice bowls in their hands, turned around and moved to the place where the young man was lying before, babbling some gossip in their mouths. After all, here, having a full stomach is the number one priority.

A fifteen-year-old boy followed the large group, slowly moving in that direction. The young man is thin, under a short hair is an equally thin face, a pair of bright eyes are extremely distracted, the nostrils are closed one by one, slightly urgent, it can be seen that the work in the morning is not easy, and then look down, the young man's mouth is tightly pursed together, and a taste of perseverance is revealed. The boy also has the surname Yun and is called Yunfei.

The cloud head who spoke before slowed down and looked at the young man who was following behind, the young man raised his head slightly, and sped up a few steps under his feet.

"Uncle Yun, are you waiting for me?" the young man's voice was cold, with a maturity that was not what he should have at his age.

"Hmm. Xiaofei, it's been a long morning, are you tired?"

"I'm not tired, I've been here for almost half a year, and I've long been used to it. ”

"Well, that's fine, let's eat with me later. "As an old man in the field, Yuntou must have some privileges that others don't have.

"Well, thank you, Uncle Yun. Uncle Yun, do you know what's going on?

"Who knows, the Hu family is just a small family, and Hu Liang's kid is even more stunned, but there is no way, who let them take refuge in the Yun family. ”

"The Yun family. ”

Yun Fei and Uncle Yun are both from the Yun family, one of the three major families in Liao'er City, but in their mouths, the word Yun family carries a sense of alienation that is difficult to be strict, and there is even a trace of hatred!

"Is everyone here?" asked that Hu Shao to the middle-aged Uncle Liang. Although these workers were right in front of him, he seemed to disdain them to talk to each other directly.

"Back to Hu Shao, it's all here. ”

"Well, let's talk about it. Hu Shao gave an order. After he finished speaking, he just wanted to sit down, but he suddenly came back to his senses and should be more serious at this time, so he pretended to be casual and began to look at these workers, and his eyes swept over Yun Fei's body several times, intentionally or unintentionally.

After that Uncle Liang finished speaking, Hu Shao cleared his throat and said slowly: "I think everyone has heard clearly, the spars produced yesterday are less than twelve fast, and the master who recorded the number is from our Hu family, thinking that he will not be mistaken, then it can only mean that some of you have hidden those spars." I advised him to hand it over himself as soon as possible, lest I find out, and it would be difficult for me to speak at that time. Speaking of the back, the tone was gloomy and threatening.

"Buzz ······" The crowd exploded. The first lesson of the quarry workers before entering the field was not to learn how to collect spars, but to listen to the old people tell the fate of those who stole the hedron in the past, and if they were found out, the consequences would be absolutely terrible. Because the system is strict enough, there has been no theft in the quarry for so many years, and when it suddenly happens, how can everyone not be surprised.

As time passed, the noise in the crowd gradually subsided, and the Hu Shao spoke again: "What? No one admits it? Give you another moment, and after a while, if no one has taken the initiative to stand up, then don't blame me." ”

In the crowd, Yun Fei frowned, he always felt that today's events were a little strange, although the spar will go through several processes from collection to transportation, but each process has many people who are strictly handled, it stands to reason that there will be no problems, especially stealing the spar, it is almost impossible to happen, he faintly feels that this may be a trap.

A moment of time flew by, Hu Shao opened his eyes, and said as if regretfully: "Okay, cheap bones, toast and don't eat and drink! Everyone stands in place and is not allowed to move! Uncle Liang, take someone to search their tent!"

The middle-aged man did not dare to slack off, and led a few stewards behind him and walked quickly towards the workers' tents.

Watching the men pounce on their tents like wolves, the workers buzzed again. Although they knew that they were not stealing the hedrons, everyone had the feeling that the hedrons were hidden in their tents, and almost everyone felt this way when facing inspections.

After a while, Uncle Liang walked towards this side with a black package, with a sense of satisfaction that the task had been accomplished. At the same time, Yun Fei and Yun Tou's hearts sank to the bottom, and the middle-aged man clearly came out of Yun Tou's tent.

"What are you doing?" Hu Shao scolded loudly.

Yuntou's forward footsteps suddenly stopped, knelt on the ground with a thud, and shouted: "Wronged, Hu Shao, the villain has never stolen the spade!

"Wronged, where is wronged?" The banter in his voice could not be more obvious.

Yuntou was speechless.

"Come on, Yuntou steals the spar, pulls him down, tortures him, and declares it after asking the reason!" Hu Shao's words were extremely smooth, as if he had already made a draft.

"Hu Shao, Yuntou is a person from the Yun family, should we think about it again? Just pull it directly and torture it, if someone in the Yun family asks in the future, I'm afraid it will be difficult to explain." "That Uncle Liang was thoughtful.

"Haha, the Yun family is from the family! Have you ever seen the Yun family ask the waste man who was sent to the quarry?" Obviously, Hu Shao was even more thoughtful.

That Uncle Liang nodded, and the commander pulled down the cloud head that was kneeling on the ground and kept screaming.

"Okay, let's all go eat, one by one, if you don't eat for a while, you will look like you're going to starve to death!" Hu Shao seemed to have known that everyone would be indifferent, so he gave the order without being salty. Yes, for these people who are busy in the quarry day and night, the life of a foreman is indeed less important than his own lunch. It's just that Hu Shao, who thinks highly of himself, would never have imagined that in fact, his life is not as good as a lunch in the eyes of the workers.

The workers left here much faster than when they came, and Yun Fei stood in place, quietly watching Hu Shao, who was lying down as he was, without saying a word.

Hu Shao's eyes widened slightly, glanced at Yun Fei, and then turned around and changed his posture, with a smile on the corner of his mouth that was the same as when he dreamed before. A low murmur came out: "Don't worry, pull out your lean first, and then slowly clean you up." ”

The sun is still hot, but the temperature around is much cooler than before.