A sudden flash flood ruthlessly destroyed the home they relied on for survival, and the place where they used to live suddenly became one rubble after another.

They had to temporarily erect some simpler shacks and struggle to wait for relief from the government and the yamen.

It's hard to see smoke rising from a meal.

More people describe it as boring, looking at the mountains and forests in the distance with empty eyes.

There is a lot of timber produced every day, and it can make money every day, but not a single day belongs to the lumberjacks.

Seven or eight days have passed since the flash flood, and I still haven't looked forward to relief from the government yamen.

The people here are on the verge of survival.

A dangerous aura was slowly accumulating and spreading, like clouds in the sky, black and heavy, as if it might be crushed at any time, crushing all living beings to pieces.

Today, in the entire woodyard at the west entrance of Yanshan, no one went to work, and everyone waited on the ruins, guarding their families, as if they were hoping for something to happen.

In a moment, the sound of horses' hooves was heard in the distance, the heavy sound of iron palms striking the pavement, and numerous and disordered shouts.

Everyone didn't pay much attention to the yamen officials who were rushing here, everyone just sat silently in their shacks and waited, waiting for the relief of the official yamen.

Huang Zhenyun was very angry and very angry.

He is the general manager of the seven products of the woodyard at the west entrance of Yanshan, and is under the jurisdiction of the Public Works Department of the Thorn Prefecture.

Every year, the Assassin's Mansion sets an indicator of the lumberyard's revenue, specifically the total number of transactions, as well as the value of transactions.

Quarterly assessments.

Summer is the peak logging season.

But the recent rare and damn flash flood has swept away this year's lumberyard's revenue generation targets beyond recognition.

In the face of tens of thousands of victims of the lumberyard, it is necessary to rush to relief.

But where does this money come from, is it the Assassin Mansion?

There are no doors!

It is difficult for a good woman to cook without rice, and anyone will take it regardless of it, or let it go.

Whoever is in charge, regardless of his title of governor or superintendent, his task is to produce enough timber.

When the natural disaster came, the Public Works Department of the Assassin Prefecture was fine, saying that the quarterly task volume could be reduced.

But Lord Thorn Shi is ten thousand unhappy.

The annual income from wood processing and sales is the main source of Youzhou Thorn History.

The amount of logging decreased, and the biggest damage was to the Thorn Shi.

What does he use to recruit troops and horses, and consolidate his rule.

Huang Zhenyun's identity is special, he is Zhao Shijun's brother-in-law.

One of his sisters was a concubine in the seventh room for Zhao Shijun, so he was a cronie supported by Lord Assassin Shi.

As the head of the largest logging plant in Youzhou, he usually walks sideways at the west entrance of Yanshan Mountain.

A few days ago, Zhao Shijun personally summoned him.

Let him hurry up and get the lumberyard moving, resume production, and strive to run at full capacity.

Try to make the production capacity of the logging site reach or exceed the pre-disaster level, and recover the losses.

He can not listen to other people's words, but Huang Zhenyun can't not listen to Zhao Shijun's words.

But the relief food has not been delivered for a long time, which is enough to make him sad.

Today, his subordinates came to report that the lumberjacks were on strike.

Early this morning, not a single person went to the lumber yard to cut wood.

This news made him even more angry.

These damn poor ghosts, it seems, don't want to live anymore.

He didn't have too many ideas, so he took the thirty or so soldiers from the yamen of the lumberyard, mounted his horse, and rushed here with great momentum.

He wants to use knives and guns to teach these poor ghosts how to behave and obey the orders of their superiors.

In the past, I was terrified when I saw him, just like a mouse seeing a cat, respectfully

The poor ghosts who called out to the master seemed to have fallen into evil today.

No one in the entire lumber yard accommodation area paid any attention to him.

Occasionally, someone looked at him, and the cold gaze made people tremble.

Ma's, without rice in his hand, the chickens can't be coaxed, let alone hungry workers.

Huang Zhenyun jumped off the horse, threw the reins of the horse to Ma Ben, and carefully looked for a slightly drier place to step on his feet, so as not to let the new pair of official boots under his feet be soiled for no reason.

He was utterly enraged by the lumberjack's neglect.

I saw him holding the front of his official uniform in one hand and holding the horsewhip tightly in the other, staring through the crowd in search of a target.

Behind him, more than 30 soldiers in the wooden field, holding spears, knives and sticks in their hands, followed him closely.

"Han Desan, why don't you go into the mountains to work today?"

Huang Zhenyun finally found a target, and he poked the chest of the man in front of him with a horsewhip domineeringly.

The man was tall, with a purple face, and a shabby gown couldn't cover his strong body.

He was bare-armed, covered in criss-crossed scars.

These scars were scratched while carrying trees.

His name is Han Desan, a native of Yanshan, Youzhou, and his ancestors have been logging for a living.

Today, he is one of the foremen of the area under the jurisdiction of the logging factory.

A hint of fear flashed in Han Desan's eyes.

But as soon as he turned his head, he saw the workers in ragged clothes and earth-colored faces around him, as well as his wife and son, who were hungry and skinny behind him, and his chest rose again, and he pleaded:

"It's good that the chief manager is doing well, it's not that we don't want to go into the mountains to cut wood, but we're so hungry that we don't have the strength."

"Everything in the house was looted by the flash floods, and the family ran out of food, so they could only dig wild vegetables, hunt, and shave tree bark to satisfy their hunger."

"But there are 60,000 or 70,000 people here, and within a few dozen miles of this area, wild vegetables and tree bark have been dug up and stripped naked.

It is not difficult to imagine that even the foreman's family began to run out of food, and the current situation in the homes of ordinary workers can be imagined.

Now that the foremen have all started, the venue immediately became lively.

Everyone shouted in a gossip:

"Yes, people are dying of hunger, how can they go up to the mountains to work?"

"The men can still stand up, what about the wives and babies in this family, the old people, they can't just watch starvation to death."

"The chief manager is good, please send some relief food first, if it doesn't work, it will be deducted from our salary!"

“……”

Hungry emerald green faces came up one after another.

Like a bunch of hungry ghosts with green faces and fangs.

Huang Zhenyun began to retreat with some fear, but accidentally stepped into a cloud of sludge.

"Porphyry..."

The new official boots under his feet immediately disappeared, and the sewage not only leaked into the boots, but also on his face.

Huang Zhenyun was immediately furious.

I saw him raise his hand and whip it, smoke it indiscriminately, and shouted loudly:

"Bastard, do you want to rebel?"

"Do you know the rules of the lumberyard?"

"If you don't hand over enough timber by the end of this month, you won't be hungry, but you'll never be able to eat!"

"Either you're in jail or you're losing your head!"

The whip was whipped down viciously, and it fell on the foreman Han Desan impartially.

Immediately, the gown was torn, and a bloody mark broke out on his body.