Tomorrow's Ark is too real

Chapter 691 Ah, I'm Dead
The Luo Keda family agreed to help this favor, perhaps it cannot be called consent, but a kind of helpless compromise.

After all, the three business cards on the coffee table and the silver-white dagger made Rossi unable to breathe.

This is enough to crush his entire family to death.

early morning.

Two military trucks escorted a prison vehicle to Shenglan Town.

"Get out of the car, hurry up!"

The car door opened, and the listless Tang Hua was pushed out.

The detainees of the Supervision Office and the Roqueda family were handed over smoothly, and the enslavement documents issued by the royal family were well received.

According to the document, Liyetanghua’s slavery period is permanent. Except for the front-line mining work, no other work is allowed, and no rest is allowed except for serious illnesses.

And because Tang Hua was convicted by the royal court, according to the requirements, every month, the Luo Keda family will report Tang Hua's situation, and the Yuan Council will implement a record to warn other nobles.

The Supervisory Office read the document on the spot, and Tang Hua turned pale when he heard it.

You can't rest unless you are seriously ill, so it is impossible to pretend to be sick, and even if you are sick, you can only rest for 2 days at most. This damn is the rhythm of exhausting him to death.

The Office of Supervision stated that the enslavement will take effect immediately from the date of Tanghua's delivery.

Without even drinking his saliva, Tang Hua was taken directly to the mine, where he was given a worn-out iron pickaxe.

On this day, Tang Hua experienced the darkest day in his entire life.

The exhaustion from the long-distance travel has not subsided, and the high-intensity physical labor will soon usher in it. He feels that the pickaxe in his hand is like a huge cauldron.

Inside the mine.

"Bang, bang, bang, bang!"

One time, two times, three times, four times
Tang Hua kept swinging the pickaxe, his clothes were already soaked in sweat, as long as he stopped for a moment, the supervisor behind him would scold him loudly.

Moreover, the supervisor was holding a whip in his hand, Tang Hua had no doubt that if he did not complete the workload as required by the supervisor, the whip would come into close contact with his body.

With the passage of time, Tang Hua felt that his arm was so sore that it seemed to burst, and every time he swung the pickaxe, he felt that life was worse than death.

"Cough, cough, cough!"

Tang Hua finally couldn't hold it anymore, he raised his hand and opened his chapped lips begging.

"I can't do it anymore. I have no work experience. Can you give me a break?"

The overseer has long seen that he is a son of a nobleman who has never worked.

"Okay, you take a rest for 10 minutes, drink water and continue quickly. It's only been working for 2 hours, and there are still 12 hours left today."

Hearing this sentence, Tang Hua collapsed. He felt that he was almost exhausted, and he had only been digging for 2 hours.

Lifting his hand, which was about to lose consciousness, Tang Hua clearly saw that his palm had already been rubbed with bloody blisters.

This day was a day of hell for Tang Hua, but judging from his entire enslavement period, it was just a drop in the bucket, starting today and every day after that.

Night falls.

Tang Hua almost fainted several times while digging stones today, his palms and soles were worn out. After finally getting through the day, he almost crawled back to the dormitory.

Seeing this dormitory, Tang Hua collapsed again.

Unlike normal workers, his dormitory is almost full of serving prisoners. There are no beds at all, and a long bunk is built in the entire room.

More than 20 adults had to squeeze together next to each other. It was winter, and the room was not only cold, but also filled with a lingering smell of mold and sweat.

There is no place to take a bath, no indoor toilet, and they are not even given a basin except for a faucet and a towel.

After the supervisor arranged Tang Hua's "dormitory", he took him directly to the "canteen".

"boom!"

A large iron bucket was placed on the ground, and hungry workers waited for food like wild dogs, and there was a long line behind them.

When it was Tang Hua's turn, two black buns were put into his hands, and the staff in charge of cooking shouted loudly.

"Two per person, take it and roll it away, and serve the soup yourself!"

Leaning in the corner, Tang Hua bit the hard and dry steamed bun, drank clear soup with vegetable leaves floating in it, tears streaming down his face.

At this moment, he finally realized the value of freedom.

At night, the workers who had worked hard all day returned to the dormitory, and the shop of less than 30 square meters was instantly crowded with people.

Tang Hua was caught in the middle like a frightened little chicken, and he didn't even dare to breathe. Looking at these gray-faced but strong men, he was afraid that he would be repaired inexplicably.

At this time, Tang Hua noticed that there was a quiet and honest guy lying next to him, he was a middle-aged man with bald hair.

In order to make some friends who can talk to him as soon as possible, Tang Hua dared to chat with this person.

"That... hello, what's your name?"

Hearing Tang Hua talking to him, the man sat up and gave him a friendly smile, but didn't speak.

An older man next to him explained while hammering his lower back.

"Stop talking to him, this man is dumb."

Tang Hua was taken aback.

"Dumb?"

"Well, but he can hear, but he can't speak. Six months ago, he was choked by lime and got a serious illness. After recovering from the illness, he lost the ability to speak."

"Then what's his name, and what should I call him?"

The old man shook his head.

"At that time he had just arrived and he was a silent guy. No one knew what his name was. Now we just call him dumb."

The "dumb" could hear voices, but couldn't speak. He knew that Tang Hua was taking the initiative to greet him, so he just kept giggling.

Because of the aristocratic education he received from childhood, even in such a predicament, Tang Hua was polite and smiled back.

In this way, Tang Hua made his first friend. He didn't know what the rest of his life would be like, but at least he was still alive.

Feeling the cold bed, with the sound of snoring in his ears, under the stimulation of exhaustion, Tang Hua closed his eyes heavily.

"boom!"

A loud noise awakened Tang Hua, who had just fallen asleep, and all the workers in the room were awakened together with him.

10 minute later.

A mine supervisor rushed into the room and announced loudly.

"Just now there was a small-scale mining accident in the No. 4 mining area. A worker named Jill Colanobi died on the spot. No one should go to the No. 4 mining area tomorrow. Everyone will continue to rest."

After the announcement, the supervisor looked at Tang Hua who was still in shock.

"You come with me."

After Tang Hua was taken away alone, the workers in the dormitory immediately continued to sleep.

For them, it is commonplace for a person to die in a mining accident, and they have never even heard the name of the person who died.

Among the crowd, only one person's eyes widened, and there was a big question mark in his pupils.

This person is the "dumb" whom He Tanghua smiled and signaled just now.

Only he himself knew that his real name was Jill Crannoby.

His eyebrows are twisted into twists, he's dead?
Jill Crannobi was indeed dead. Of course, it was only a name that died.

The next day, this "dumb" had a new name in the slave file of the mine, Liye Tanghua.

(End of this chapter)