Mo Ziyan sat in the car, still thinking in his heart, those stones in the corner of the wall were sold very cheaply, or he bought a piece himself, maybe he could drive something when he went back.

In this case, wouldn't next year's tuition fees also be settled? He didn't have much hope for the matter of complaining to his grandfather, after all, the school also said that they were looking for him, but so far, it is not that there is no news at all.

After arriving at the place, that Uncle Kun actually looked at him for a while, unlike a few days ago, he just walked in front, but before he could respond, he turned around and left, probably because he couldn't remember what to say, right? He didn't think much about it, today was the last day, and he would go home with his things.

Now, boarding school is his home!

As usual, he followed Uncle Kun forward, but as he walked, he felt a little wrong, all the mines had been walked through, and he actually went to the mountains, could it be that there were also mines in it? It's very likely, the deeper the mountain, the more stones you will produce, right?

Along the trail, the front is getting more and more desolate. Suddenly, Uncle Kun disappeared, and he was shocked in his heart, and instinctively felt bad. When he was about to run back, two men came out of nowhere and grabbed him.

"Run there, Ada, this kid can't do it, so thin, Ah Kun is getting more and more perfunctory."

"This is piggyback, he confiscated the money, he will use it, just throw it out when he dies."

These words were said in Dai language, but Mo Ziyan listened to a rough idea. Since he knew he was coming to Myanmar, he borrowed a tape from the school library to teach the Dai language, and he studied it for several days.

I was sold! That Uncle Kun is a human trafficker! But why? Abducting him from so far away? And, it seems, he was sold cheaply!

It's not logical, it's not cheap to come here from the United States, it's far easier to find a child from the mountains, probably they don't want to sell him, but want to disappear themselves.

Who are they? Will it really be the second uncle? Mo Ziyan was thrown into the mine, but his eyes shone with hatred.

"Hey, what's your name? New here? A short, dark boy asked him, with a curious look on his face,

There were about a dozen men in the cave, most of them strong men, and four or five of them, who were in charge of carrying the stones to the carts and carrying them out by the adults, and looking at the boys, who were even shorter than him, he replied in a low voice:

"My name is Mo Ziyan, and I have been deceived here," the boy said in a sympathetic tone, listening to him:

"Have you ever pleaded with them, and you don't owe money, maybe they can let you go? Do you have a family? ”

"Hahaha, you kid is stupid, right, he must have a family? Who doesn't have family here! Want to get out of the mine? Don't dream, hurry up and work, these can't be finished today, and you won't have anything to eat when it's late, you want to be hungry? ”

A slightly taller boy next to them scolded them. Mo Ziyan didn't refute after hearing this, what this person said was right, let himself fall into this predicament, he was really careless, let's deal with the predicament in front of him first.

He worked hard to put up the stones, trying to eat the evening meal, as for what to do in the future? He didn't think he could trap himself here.

Although the days were difficult, the child who spoke to him first, named Ah Shi, took good care of him, and every time he couldn't move, Ah Shi quietly helped him, and when he ate, he would also let him eat more.

I thought that I could hold it up on my own, but this idea was still too optimistic, and after a few days, his physical strength was obviously unable to support it.

It's no wonder that with such intense physical labor every day, there is very little to eat, just some rice balls and fruits, which are either sour or spicy, and not even much salt.

The climate here is humid and muggy, and when he returned to the shed at night, Mo Ziyan had a high fever, and others were afraid of infection and stayed away from him.

"Amo, you can't do this, this is some herbs, although it is very bitter, you chew and eat it, it works very well, I used to eat this and come back to life." Ah Shi never gave up, lying on the side of the bed to take care of him.

Ah Shi's home is next to the border, but it is on the Chinese side, so he is not Burmese. Dad was addicted to gambling stones, lost his family, and borrowed usury, but he couldn't pay it back, so he sold him to pay off the debt.

There are several of them here, saying that they can go home after five years, but who can survive five years?

Mo Ziyan obediently ate the herbs in his mouth, and a spicy spicy rush straight to his brain, which made his mind sober up a bit, and then the bitter taste made him shiver.

Maybe it was the herbs that worked, maybe it was Mo Ziyan's will that defeated the disease, one night, his fever subsided, and the person came back to life, he gritted his teeth and gave himself a task,

Gotta get out! If he continues here, he will definitely die, his physical fitness is not as good as Ah Shi and them, they can't withstand it, let alone themselves?

But the escape road is too difficult and too difficult, not only is there someone watching at all times, but when he sleeps at night, the mine door is locked, and he also looks around for loopholes, but finds that it is difficult to escape.

Even if you escape from the mine, you still have to walk a long way out of the mountain, the road is full of checkpoints, and the people here have guns, and if you find it, it is a shuttle, and you don't ask much at all, you probably didn't run out, and you were killed first.

He has to change his plan, if he wants to get out of the way, he has to use his brain instead of his physical strength, because he is too small, and his physical strength is a short board.

Mo Ziyan began to observe carefully, and soon he found that these miners had a certain appreciation for stones.

Sometimes, some of the more promising ones are put aside. Mo Ziyan also went over to observe carefully, wanting to know the reason for their favor.

"What? Interested in this, "Some old miners see that he is handsome, and they also like to teach him a few tricks,

Over time, he also had a certain ability to look at stones, especially cracks, and he guessed accurately several times. The head of the mine also treated him differently, and asked him to sift the goods from time to time.

Finally, one day, his opportunity came, because a big European customer came, but the translator from the mine was not there, and they remembered that Mo Ziyan was from the United States.

So he brought him to the place where the stone was solved to be a translator, and as a result, the man appointed Mo Ziyan to do it, because his explanation of the crack made the buyer very satisfied, and thought that what he said made sense.

Mo Ziyan also used this kind of stone solving machine in the mine, he didn't make any mistakes at all, anyway, if he solved it, it was like this, could he really kill him? As a result, his judgment was very correct, and the knife was just like looking at it, and it went away with green, which made the buyer's heart happy.