The slaves worked so hard that sweat ran down their cheeks to the base of their necks.

Everyone was crying and mourning, dragging heavy anklets, and mining under the spur of caretakers.

The caretaker had a whip in his hand, and his eyes were staring at them fiercely, for fear that someone would be lazy, that someone would be slippery.

Endless mines, in addition to stones are ores, and a group of ragged slaves.

The old and infirm slaves checked whether they had put the stone into the ore, and if they were found to be cheating, they would be crippled if they were not killed.

If you are young and strong, you will mine, and you must complete the task every day, and if you can't complete it, you will not be allowed to go back, so you will stay in the mine.

Xiong Ming's stomach was already growling, because he got up late in the morning, and the caretaker didn't let him eat.

At home, he had never worked as a coolie, and his mother said that Xiong Ming's hands were born to write.

If her mother couldn't move something, she would either call for help from her acquaintances in town or wait for her father to come back.

Father used to laugh at mother, what if one day, he walked ahead!

Mother said happily, let's talk about it later, anyway, I won't let Xiong Ming work hard.

She often praised him in front of outsiders, saying that our Xiong Ming is the material for reading, and he will definitely be promising when he grows up, and he will be a big official in the future.

His father also often told him that if he wanted to be angry, he must study hard, and if he couldn't pass the exam, they would lose face and be laughed at by others.

Xiong Ming knew what he meant, because his mother always boasted, and then people would definitely say that his mother had lied to everyone.

For the praise of his mother all day long, Xiong Ming studied hard and strived for success in the scientific examination.

Who would have thought that his parents would be killed and he would become a slave without freedom!

He suddenly felt dizzy and so hungry.

He had no strength, couldn't do it, couldn't walk, and he finally collapsed.

"Eight, you're playing dead, aren't you!"

Caretaker A came over and whipped him.

He didn't pretend to be dead, he couldn't get up, because he didn't have the strength, he just gasped for breath in his mouth.

Caretaker B came over and wanted to drag him up, but Xiong Ming's body just didn't obey him, as if he had no bones, and let him drag him back and forth.

The body rubbed against the stone, and Xiong Ming felt that he was bleeding.

He wanted to resist, but he didn't have the strength to speak, so how could he resist!

I didn't eat enough last night, I didn't let me eat in the morning, and I did most of the physical work for most of the day.

The sun shone on Xiong Ming's pale face, and he had no choice but to close his eyes, feeling too dazzling.

"You're still here, your eyes are closed."

The leather whip wielded by Guard B just passed past his mouth, Xiong Ming smelled blood, he couldn't care about the pain, and his tongue immediately stretched out, licking the scars, licking the only little bloodstains clean.

"I think he really has no strength, maybe he's hungry."

Caretaker A stared at Xiong Ming on the ground, as long as he was not blind, he could see that he was hungry and panicked.

"It doesn't seem to be too early, let them eat first and then do it."

Caretaker B said to the supervisor.

"Good!"

The Director walked into an open-air shed.

The food delivery came, one steamed bun per person, and everyone crowded over.

Only Xiong Ming was lying on the ground, without the strength to get up, watching others gnaw on steamed buns.

He wanted to get up, eat all the steamed buns, and drink a bucket of water.

At this moment, there is so much hunger, so much thirst!

The person who delivered the rice came over and handed Xiong Ming a steamed bun, he took the steamed bun and was about to gnaw it, when suddenly the caretaker A came over, grabbed it and threw it on the ground, and scolded angrily: "Take it yourself, you can't get food, I think you really might as well die." ”

Before leaving, I didn't forget to kick him, but the hateful thing was that I also stepped on the steamed bun.

Brute!

Xiong Ming wanted to scold, but he didn't have the strength, so he had no choice but to crawl slowly towards the steamed buns.

There was a kind slave who wanted to squat down and pick him up, but he was whipped on his back by Supervisor B, so he had no choice but to leave.

His stomach was not angry, and he was still growling, not knowing whether he was resisting or urging him to crawl over.

Not only is there dust on the steamed buns, but there are also deep shoe prints.

The two caretakers were smiling and watching Xiong Ming crawl towards the steamed buns, as if they were enjoying ......

Xiong Ming complained at this time why he couldn't stand up, and why he let people treat himself as a beast.

Seeing that people were about to finish eating, Xiong Ming hadn't climbed over yet.

"Number Eight! Hurry up, it's time to get to work. ”

Caretaker A took the whip and stared at him fiercely.

Xiong Ming's limbs squirmed forward, and his mouth finally touched the steamed bun, he bit it, and then slowly sent it into his mouth with his hand.

He can't appreciate the soil on the steamed bun, he only knows that this is a steamed bun, a steamed bun that gives him strength, a steamed bun that keeps him alive.

"It's underworked."

The steward shouted.

The other slaves hurried to the mine.

"Eight!"

Another whip hit him in the leg.

I don't know if it was a reaction to pain or a strong reaction to eating steamed buns, he got up all of a sudden, with a piece of dry steamed buns in his mouth.

Xiong Ming devoured the last piece of steamed bread, but the remaining water in the wooden bucket just now was guarded and washed his hands.

His throat was so dry that it felt like it was going to crack, so he didn't care about washing his hands, and he lifted the bucket and poured it into his mouth.

"The water you wash your hands can't let you drink."

Caretaker A poured the dirty water from the barrel on the ground.

Is this the fate of slaves! Don't drink hand water!

It's just not people, a bunch of bastards, bastards!

Xiong Ming scolded fiercely in his heart, scolding him for falling to death while walking and choking to death while eating!

"I think you're pitiful, I'll give you my boy's urine."

Caretaker B came over with a grin, and he asked Xiong Ming if he drank it.

Xiong Ming, who was holding back tears, was full of anger, as if he was about to burn.

Helplessly, his throat was about to burn, so he had to nod.

The guard urinated on Xiong Ming, using his mouth as a urine.

At this time, there was urine all over his face, nostrils, neck, head, clothes, and he couldn't feel the smell of urine.

Only knowing that he was so thirsty, he fantasized that his urine was mellow mountain spring water, and that it was delicious soy milk in restaurants.

He only knew that he couldn't die, he had to live, and he didn't know why he was alive, he only knew that he had to live at this time.

From the moment he came to the palace, his dignity was trampled on, and his pride was buried with anger!

This is the life of a slave, not as good as a slave of a beast!

If you want to survive secretly, you can only endure it! Must endure!

It may be that the caretakers are living better than them, and their urine is also nutritious.

Xiong Ming suddenly felt very powerful, the anklet was not as heavy as before, and he quickly chased after the person in front.

"Number Eight is powerful! It's all thanks to my child's pee! ”

A burst of debauched laughter hovered over the mine.

The two guards are very ugly, and they will be children for the rest of their lives, probably because of this, their hearts are very vicious!

Hearing their ridicule, the green tendons on Xiong Ming's neck jumped high, and they were also indignant for Xiong Ming.

It turned out that when he was at home, his mother had to make a few dishes for Xiong Ming every day.

If the father is waiting, he will have two drinks with him.

Unfortunately, that's all in the past, and it's all over since my parents left.

What he hates most now is the man in black, since he killed his parents, why should he leave his life and let him suffer now!

If he can live, the first person he will kill will be the man in black, and he will be found at the ends of the earth.

Kill your parents and make him a slave!

Why not kill together, so that now he is better off than dead!

Once afraid of death!

It's a shame to be alive now!

If someone tried to kill him with a knife, he decided to kowtow to them to thank them, but that was in the palace.

In the palace, what he wanted was death.

Out of the palace, no one will want to kill him!

Only he kills others!

"Number Eight! Work, what do you think! ”

He was whipped on the back again.

Yes, work!