In the canyon of Brewer Bay of the Turat Mining Company, Brewer Bay is actually talking about a huge canyon that has been weathered for many years and has long lost the meaning of "bay". The reason why it is called Brewer Bay is that the earliest discoverer of this canyon is called Brewer, and like many people who seek to record their names in textbooks, this Mr. Brewer paid for the registration of this canyon with his own name, but to Mr. Brewer's pity, the empire did not accept the use of surnames to name a street and natural landscape, so that Mr. Brewer's descendants pointed to Brewer Bay on the map and told others that it was named after their grandfather, but people were very sympathetic to them and gave them great love。

Brewer Bay welcomed many exploration teams, and most of them were not interested in Brewer Bay at all, according to what they learned, Brewer Bay was really a river bay in the past. Many, many years ago, during the Origin Period, the water formed by the melting of snow and ice from the western "snow-topped" Yagur Mountains created Brewer Bay, which is just an ordinary plain area, and now the seemingly majestic canyon is just a miracle created by nature after the terrain has changed, of course, it is not completely devoid of any mineral veins, but the probability is very low.

Coupled with all kinds of common sense as circumstantial evidence, people were not very interested in Brewer Bay, but due to the investment policy in the west at that time, some people violated their professional ethics and wantonly claimed that there might be mineral deposits in Brewer Bay. If more careful exploration is required, investors are needed to invest. Whether it was a lie created by the local state governments in the west, or a trap set up by the mining conglomerates to fool speculators, they succeeded.

In fact, it cannot be said that it is completely foolish, because some natural bare gold particles have been found in the weathered channel of Brewer Bay, and some exploration teams believe that these bare gold particles are not produced by Brewer Bay, but should have been washed down the current from other places. But these bare gold grains have become the most powerful proof of the high-quality gold deposits in Brewer Bay, and many speculators and mining companies have set their sights on the place.

Mr. Turat and his friends took out a total of 2.7 million to completely privatize the whole of Brewer Bay, and then they continued to borrow from the Imperial Bank and began a three-year geological exploration - because they could not find the mineral deposits, the exploration period was very long. Just when Mr. Turat and his friends were almost in complete despair, they made a discovery. The discovery was made at the corner of the river, and the exploration team accidentally found a large amount of golden sand while camping, Brewer Bay became the focus of the entire western part in an instant.

During the eleven-year excavations, Brewer Bay provided Mr. Turat with more than ten million in earnings, as for his friend...... , has been forgotten. The poor gentleman had an accident while climbing the Brewer Bay Canyon and fell from a great height and tragically died.

Now it has been turned into a huge camp by Mr. Turat, with more than a thousand slaves and no less than three hundred Imperial miners working here, and a mine guard team of three hundred. Mr. Turat himself is no longer in the west, but he has invested in many industries in the south, gradually shifting the focus of his business from gold mines to industrial investment.

At dawn, more than twenty horse-drawn carriages loaded with goods approached Brewer Bay from a distance, and the camp in Brewer Bay was built on the foundation of the canyon and had a natural advantage. At the entrance to the canyon, two gates slowly opened, and the members of the mine guard standing above the gates examined all the supply vehicles outside the gates with their guns in hand. After several members of the mine guard team responsible for inspecting the vehicles made a safe gesture, the wagons were allowed into the camp.

The camp of thousands of people is supplied a staggering number every day, and like most mines, it is procured from the outside and not produced by itself.

After the carriage entered the camp, a coachman with a raw face approached the current head of the camp, Turat's nephew, "Sir, I have a question for you, I don't know if you have time. ”

Turat's nephew, who is twenty-seven or eighteen years old and unmarried, did not come here of his own free will, but was forced here by his parents and uncle. He doesn't like it here, he likes the colorful life in the south more than the boring life here, and if it weren't for his fiancée's family wanting him to be "stable", he might be spending time drinking now.

When the coachman, who looked dusty and had grit in his hair, approached, he was already a little impatient, "What's the matter?"

"Yes, we want to be able to buy excrement from you, and we can take it back every day after we finish delivering. ”

Turat's nephew suddenly had a strange expression on his face, he looked the young man as young as himself up and down, and asked a little strangely, "What did you just say about ...... ''? and you have to pay for it? Does your boss like the smells, or is there some other use for these things?"

The coachman did not show any impolite expression because of Turat's nephew's insulting remarks to his boss, he bowed his head slightly and bent over, explaining Turat's nephew's question, "Because several mining areas have chosen to order daily necessities from us this year, the farms and pastures we have now can no longer keep up with the daily consumption, and we can only continue to expand the area of the farm." Human excrement is something that provides more fertility for the land, makes farmers better and faster, and is cheaper than fertilizer. ”

Turat's nephew was listening attentively at first, but after hearing half of it, he began to feel a churn in his stomach, God above, and his favorite thing to do was to eat some vegetables raw. Some Southerners often promote the idea that eating raw food provides men with more energy. But when he thought that the food he ate raw was actually watered with, he couldn't help but want to sick to his stomach. What was once a good eating experience now seemed to have become very bad, and even he could feel a heavy smell of between his mouths.

Although Turat's nephew wanted to beat up the guy who had ruined his life, he was well aware that the feces were not given away for free, but "sold". Even if these people did not collect the manure, it would not be possible to preserve the manure in the camp for a long time. Most of the time they accumulate a certain amount of manure and then send it to some mining holes to bury it, and now think about it, this is all money, and it is "their own" money.

Turat's nephew did not intend to hand over the proceeds of the sale to his uncle, so he concealed it and agreed with the young man for ten dollars a day, or three hundred dollars a month. You can also save 3,600 yuan a year, plus some other income, it is not impossible to save a little more than 10,000 yuan a year, because there is no place to spend here!

From the next day onwards, there were many strangers in the camp, and these strangers brought in huge wooden barrels and placed them in various parts of the camp, even in the mines. At the same time, the management of the camp issued a circular requiring all people, both slaves and non-slaves, to defecate in a designated place or face punishment. In the agreement signed between Turat's nephew and the supplier, the price of 10 yuan a day must be guaranteed to produce at least 30 barrels per day.

The incident was quickly and secretly reported to Mr. Turat by the camp's management, who only smiled when he learned about it and did not instruct the management on what to do. Mr. Turat has two daughters, but no sons, and the property will eventually be his nephew's property, except for a small part of the daughter, and he has no intention of interfering with his actions as long as he can settle down to stay in the west for two years and then get married, and not do anything out of the ordinary.

Besides, some dung, he didn't plan to be a successful businessman competing with his nephew for dung.

The cooperation between the two sides for a week has been very pleasant, and after so many years of cooperation, the camp has no restrictions on the suppliers who can go deeper into the camp, and many slaves have been sent to help them carry buckets of excrement.

On this day, these people came a little late, which is also a normal thing. They unloaded their supplies and began to direct some of the slaves to carry the barrels, and the members of the mine guard stood in the distance chatting with the young man and enjoying the free cigarettes.

As a slave was silent, the barrel was loaded into the wagon and ready to leave, when suddenly someone shoved something into his hand. As soon as he turned his head, he saw a guy with a blank face who was fixing the barrel, and the guy didn't even look at him. He immediately turned around and walked towards the slave camp, where slaves lived in two worlds like ordinary people.

When supper had been over, the slave went back to his improvised shack and lay down, and with the help of the light that penetrated through the gap between the planks and walls of the shack, he unfastened his belt and took the thing out.

It was a note that was nested into a small ball, he looked left and right, curled up to block the sight of others, carefully unfolded the note, and his face suddenly showed an extremely complex expression, this expression seemed to be laughing, and it was like crying, and gradually this complicated expression turned into perseverance. He tore up the note, stuffed it into his mouth, and swallowed it with his saliva.

He hadn't slept all night, and the emotions churning in his mind made it impossible for him to calm down.