Chapter 29 Are You Trying to Kill Me?
Xie Qiujin paced back and forth outside the shed, looking out constantly.
Not seeing any figure appear in the distance, she couldn't help but ask, "Yu'er, why haven't your father and your elder brother come back yet? Have they had any problems?"
"I don't think so." As time went by, Sang Yu began to feel uncertain.
Logically speaking, the wood-cutting work should be finished before dark, so even if the father and son went out to buy some more things, they should have returned long ago.
After waiting for a while, there was still no one. Sang Yu felt that something was wrong and immediately went out to look for someone.
Xie Qiujin trotted over: "Mom will go with you."
If she is asked to wait here, she won't be able to sit still, so it's better for us to go together.
She told Sang Xinghao to stay with her grandmother and not run around, and the mother and daughter walked out hand in hand.
The sun had already set, and the sky was now gray. I was afraid that it would be completely dark in a while.
Sang Yu has a good memory and leads Xie Qiujin to the official road.
Not long after walking west, I vaguely saw two blurry figures in front of me. They were supporting each other, and one of them was limping as he walked.
She was startled and ran over quickly. When she got closer, she saw that it was indeed the father and son of the Sang family.
Both of them had wounds on their bodies and faces, and there was blood at the corner of Sang Xingjia's lips. He looked very embarrassed.
"Dad, brother, who beat you?"
Sang Yongjing didn't expect them to appear here. He turned his head away a little embarrassedly and whispered, "It's okay, just a minor injury."
Xie Qiujin didn't run as fast as Sang Yu and fell behind by a few steps. When she caught up with them, tears welled up in her eyes when she saw the two of them.
"Husband! Jia'er! Why are you so badly injured?"
She reached out to touch the swollen bruises on Sang Xingjia's face, feeling incredibly distressed. "Aren't you just chopping wood? Why do you have to endure this physical pain?"
Sang Xingjia couldn't help but gasp when the wound was touched. He forced a smile and said, "Hiss, Mom, I'm fine. It just looks serious."
"What's going on?" Sang Yu looked calm on the surface, but his heart was boiling with anger.
She asked the Sang father and son to chop wood, perhaps with some intention of torturing them.
She wanted them to know that it was not easy to earn money by doing hard labor, and to get rid of their arrogance, but that didn't mean she wanted them to be bullied.
He is so bold as to bully her family.
"This is what happened..." Sang Yongjing slowly spoke and narrated what happened.
After he and Sang Xingjia received the signs, they went to find the foreman to take over the task.
The foreman was always ruthless towards these strangers who came for the first time and directly asked them to do the hardest job - cutting down trees.
With thousands of people working together, it is naturally impossible for everyone to be assigned the hardest work. In addition, some people would bribe the foreman, and this gradually became a habit.
Newcomers and criminals were usually only assigned the task of cutting down trees, and the Sang father and son were no exception.
They had no complaints or complaints about it until they started cutting down trees.
Sang Yongjing gripped the axe handle tightly with both hands, swung his arm and chopped it down hard. The next second, the axe flew several feet away, almost hitting someone.
The man felt a gust of wind blowing across the back of his neck, and when he looked back, he saw the axe stuck exactly half an inch behind his foot.
A chill rushed from his feet to the top of his head, making him break out in a cold sweat in the late autumn.
When he came to his senses, he cursed, "You thief, you want to kill me?"
Sang Yongjing on the other side had never expected that there would be such a strong recoil force after the axe was chopped down. He didn't realize that something was wrong until the axe flew out of his hand.
He was scolded so much that he didn't even dare to raise his head. He only picked up the axe after apologizing repeatedly.
This time he learned his lesson and no longer used so much force to chop the tree, but he was able to cut a hole in the tree in a proper manner.
In just half a day, Sang Yongjing and Sang Xingjia's hands were numb from the shock, and the axe handle had rubbed several huge blisters on their fingertips and palms, some of which even bled.
During the lunch break, they didn't even have the strength to lift their hands, and they sat dejectedly under the tree.
The foreman knew that these newcomers could only chop trees for half a day at most, so he changed their jobs in the afternoon and asked them to carry the chopped firewood to the coal mine.
Although this work was hard, at least they didn't have to hold the axe anymore, and at first they were a little happy.
But as the clothes and skin on their shoulders were rubbed by the hemp ropes, leaving deep marks, and their waists were pressed down by the heavy firewood to the point that they could not stand up straight, they realized that this was not an easy job either.
The two of them managed to hold on thanks to the thought that they could get their wages if they persisted a little longer.
As the inspector struck the gong three times, the man stopped moving instantly and collapsed to the ground in exhaustion.
Then the crowd slowly gathered and lined up to receive money. The father and son were about to line up with their tired bodies, but as soon as they stood up, they were surrounded by several people.
Each of them had a stern face, was tall, and looked at them with no kindness in their eyes.
Sang Yongjing recognized one of them at a glance as the person who was almost hit by his flying axe in the morning.
He thought to himself that this was not good, fearing that he had angered the other party at that time and that the other party was now looking for revenge on him.
"Brother, I have something to discuss..."
Before he could finish his words, Sang Yongjing was pushed by the other party.
The force used was so great that he was caught off guard and was pushed back several steps. If Sang Xingjia had not supported him in time, he would have fallen to the ground.
"Stop talking nonsense! You almost hurt me today. Just hand over your badges and make amends. I can still let you go."
They are used to doing this kind of thing and are very good at scaring people.
"Brand? No way!"
Sang Yongjing realized at this time that the other party was not seeking revenge, but was clearly using the excuse of revenge to steal the sign.
He had inquired before and learned that he could get twenty cents for one sign.
In the past, it was not enough for him to reward his servants, but now it was the reward he spent a whole day to earn, and it must not be snatched away easily.
"Dad, let's go find the inspector." Sang Xingjia is still a scholar at heart, and when he encounters problems, he wants to find someone who can judge the situation.
"Yes, go find the inspector." Sang Yongjing's eyes lit up. With the inspector in front of them, these people would definitely not dare to rob openly.
Unfortunately, by the time they thought of this, it was too late. They were surrounded by the crowd and had no chance of escape.
The other party tried to snatch it away, but they refused to give up. After being severely beaten, they were ultimately unable to keep the sign.
The two of them would naturally not be willing to accept that the money they had earned with great difficulty and was about to receive was snatched away by someone else.
I dragged my injured body to find the inspector, but all I got was one sentence from him: We only recognize the badge, not the person. No badge means no money.
They wanted to make more trouble, but were driven out by people sent by the supervisors.
The father and son sat slumped on the ground, feeling very complicated, full of pain and grievances, but with nowhere to vent.
In the end, they could only sigh and walk back, supporting each other.
"What does that person look like?" Sang Yu's eyes were full of coldness.
No wonder so many people were lying on both sides of the canyon waiting to die. It turned out that it was not just their own physical weakness, but also external factors.
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