Eye of the Wasteland

Chapter 12 Conflict on the Construction Site
After all the homeless people got up one after another, the town guards brought several large buckets filled with cooked potatoes.

Breakfast is still half a cooked potato and a small cup of hot water.

After taking half a cooked potato, every homeless person drank hot water and devoured it immediately, as if afraid of being snatched away by others in the next moment.

All the homeless were given only 10 minutes to eat breakfast, and then the town guards rang the gong again to indicate that a new day's work had begun.

Following the old man to the previous construction site, while waiting for other homeless people to bring sand, Wu Yunhao felt itchy on the wound on his arm wrapped in cloth.

Carefully peeling off the cloth strip wrapped around his arm, Wu Yunhao found that the blood scab on his wound had completely turned black, and at the same time, the edge had even slightly lifted.

Stretching out his hand curiously to press the edge of the blood scab, Wu Yunhao found out that he had actually buckled a piece of blood scab.

And under the blood scab, the wound where the bone was deeply visible was completely healed, leaving only the bloody skin that has not yet fully grown.

This wound...healed a little too quickly, right?

But before Wu Yunhao could think about it, two homeless people pushed a small cart and brought two carts of sand over.

Afterwards, Wu Yunhao hastily re-tied the rag to his arm, then picked up the shovel and sifted the sand together with the old man.

When working next, Wu Yunhao found that even if his arm swung the shovel for a long time, there was no pain at all at the wound.

Even when he was sweating profusely due to long hours of labor, he did not feel any pain from the wound on his right eye.

Could it be that the wound on the right eye was almost healed?
Just as Wu Yunhao continued to wave the shovel in his hand with doubts, a voice of reprimand came from not far away.

"Hey, kid, you can't mix the cement right?"

"No... No? I always mix according to the proportion."

The person who spoke was a small town guard who came on patrol, and it seemed that he should be a small captain.

At this moment, the team leader was standing in front of the cement mixing boy with his hands behind his back, and said loudly with a sarcasm on his face, "I've eaten more salt than your kid has ever eaten rice. If I say it's wrong, it's wrong."

"Do you think what I said is wrong, kid? From the look of you, you know that you are usually sneaky. The previous few cars are not considered wages. Next, do it well for me."

Regarding what the team leader said, the child obviously looked aggrieved and angry: "You...how can you do this?"

"Obviously, several truckloads of cement were used before, and you have made it clear that you are deliberately deducting wages. You..."

It's just that before the child finished speaking, the captain slapped his face fiercely with his backhand.

The child who was about to argue with reason didn't react at all, and was staggered and fell to the ground by this forceful slap.

Immediately, two lines of blood flowed from the child's nose, and then he cried bitterly while covering his side face with bright red five finger marks.

Seeing his grandson being beaten, the old man dropped the shovel, and then quickly walked up to the child who fell to the ground and cried bitterly, and protected him.

Afterwards, the old man hurriedly said to the little captain standing in front of him: "Sir, sir, the child is young and ignorant, I'm really sorry."

"His parents died in the Doomsday War. My old man can only take him alone. I blame me for not teaching him well. I'm really sorry, sir, I'm sorry."

Seeing this scene, the wanderers around stopped what they were doing, and looked at the hard-fated grandpa and grandson with complex expressions such as anger, sympathy, and indifference.

These small town guards want to make some extra money from this large-scale outsourcing project. In addition to letting the homeless teams recruit those homeless people who can't survive as coolies to earn the difference in head money, they are also doing work. Time to nitpick.

For example, they said that the foundation was not done well, the ground was poured unevenly, the wall surface was not smooth enough, etc. Anyway, if there is no problem, I will just talk about two problems.

The unlucky ones who are selected will generally lose about half a day's wages. If they dare to resist, they will not only be beaten by the town guards, but also beaten by the homeless team who deducted money.

However, these small town guards usually watch people order food. After all, it is not that there are no deaths in the wasteland because of such things.

After all, these town guards still have to deal with homeless people in the future, and they don't want someone to think about killing themselves all day long.

It's just that the grandpa and grandson are obviously not vagabonds who need to consider revenge and consequences, or even can bully at will.

So, the team leader kicked the old man to the ground, and then scolded dissatisfiedly: "Damn, old bastard with a little bastard, what do you think you are?"

Although the old man was kicked to the ground and coughed violently, he just held his chest and coughed and said: "Sir, I'm really sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry..."

Seeing the grandfather in front of him being beaten, the child went up to support his grandfather, and then asked the captain while crying, "Why did you beat someone, and we didn't do anything wrong...Why did you beat someone?"

This scene caused the homeless people around to show unbearable expressions. Even if they didn't dare to control it, it didn't prevent them from looking at the squad leader with a touch of contempt in their awe-inspiring eyes.

The squad leader also obviously noticed the eyes of the homeless people around him looking at him, so he untied the long whip around his waist in a flash of rage, and whipped it towards the fallen grandfather and grandson.

At the moment the squad leader swung his long whip and drew it out, a shovel stood sideways in front of the whip.

Stretching out the shovel to block the long whip, Wu Yunhao said with a smile: "Little Captain, your lord has a lot of people. The grandpa and grandson have never seen anything in the market at first sight. Why do you bother with them?"

"Besides, this old man and child, if you continue to beat this whip, it will not end well if you kill someone."

These small town guards and supervisors make some extra money. Even if the survivor town knows about it, they don't bother to take care of it.

Therefore, as long as they are smart people, they can generally understand the advice of Wu Yunhao's two sentences.

What Wu Yunhao didn't expect was that the captain's brain didn't seem to work very well.

"It's none of your business whether I accept it or not, you want your bastard to be a hero here?"

The little captain immediately pulled back the long whip, and then swung the long whip again and threw it at Wu Yunhao.

(End of this chapter)