Chapter 615 Changjia Village 30
Jiang Chen covered Wang Honghong's mouth, blocking his scream in his throat.
"Ugh—ghost!" Wang Honghong blinked hard at Meng Guan for help.
The mining lamp above my head was shaking wildly.
Meng Guan carefully examined the figure of the person approaching, paused his hand as he stretched out to grab the person, and called out tentatively, "Brother Jiang?"
Jiang Chen nodded and said "hmm" after hearing this.
"Woo woo?" Wang Honghong's mouth was covered and he couldn't make a sound, but it was obvious that he heard what Meng Guan said.
Jiang Chen let go of him, not hiding his disgust, and rubbed his hands on his clothes.
Wang Honghong rubbed her neck which was sore from being pinched, with a look of resentment in her eyes.
Meng Guan glanced at Brother Jiang's face with the help of the mining lamp.
Jian Shou was a completely different person. His deep and gloomy eyebrows became single eyelids with drooping eyes, his high nose bridge became a bulbous nose with a collapsed nose bridge, and even the contours of his facial features changed.
But there is no sense of mask at all, as if this person should look like this.
Meng Guan secretly leaned over curiously, "Brother Jiang, what about your face?"
Wang Honghong also tilted his head, obviously he was curious too.
Jiang Chen: "My wife made it."
It turns out it was my sister-in-law who did it, that makes sense.
Jiang Chen crossed his arms and glanced at their miserable appearance: "Why did you two go up the mountain?"
Wang Honghong was shy for a second and said cheesily, "Brother Jiang, we are worried about you~"
Jiang Chen raised his foot and kicked him on the buttocks, saying in a cold tone: "Speak properly."
Wang Honghong pouted and told the whole story honestly.
“…He was caught as soon as he went up the mountain, and then sent to mine.” Wang Honghong spread her hands after saying this, her expression still somewhat innocent.
Jiang Chen didn't bother to pay attention to him and simply told the two of them what he had learned from the old man.
Wang Honghong concluded, "So the current Changjia Village is fake, and the real Changjia Village has already been wiped out by people from the other two villages?"
nonsense.
Meng Guan rolled his eyes and explained the mine situation to Jiang Ge:
"Chang Long took in a lot of fugitives. These fugitives were guarding the mines, and they were all armed with guns."
"Some of the miners were deceived into coming here, while others are from two villages at the west foot of the mountain. They come here to mine and pay."
The place where they were hiding was secluded, and Meng Guan pointed out the miners in the mine to Jiang Chen.
"Those who are dressed in extremely ragged clothes and look skinny are basically those who were deceived into coming here."
Jiang Chen glanced at the miners and found that they were indeed different.
The miners were divided into two groups. Some of them were extremely thin, their clothes were torn to pieces, they walked with a staggering look, and their expressions were numb.
Some of the miners were better dressed and had strong physiques. They were gathered in groups of three or four to chat, while some were lazing around with their manuscripts in their arms.
"They dig for a day and get paid by the number of baskets they use."
While the three of them were talking, a quarrel broke out below.
Jiang Chen and the other two used the mineral material as a cover to see over there.
The searchlights illuminated the mine as bright as day, and the rusty night wind blew coal slag onto my face.
In the open space three meters away, two groups of people confronted each other like taut bowstrings, and the mining lamps stretched their shadows into twisted black monsters.
"They're arguing again."
"They won't stop anytime soon, let's take a break."
The abducted miners have become accustomed to this and are taking the opportunity to slack off.
Old Wu dragged the coughing Lame Zhang towards where the three were hiding.
Jiang Chen gestured to Wang Honghong.
Wang Honghong understood immediately and jumped out from behind the ore pile. "Brothers, my name is Wang Honghong. You can just call me Xiao Wang."
He is handsome and his smile dilutes the arrogance on his face, making him very friendly.
Old Wu knew that this young man was abducted today. He responded indifferently, pulled Lame Zhang, and sat down against the pile of mineral materials.
Lame Zhang was still coughing, so Old Wu handed him the broken kettle and said, "Drink some water."
"Cough cough... okay..." Lame Zhang took the water and moistened his itchy throat.
Wang Honghong came over and asked with a smile, "Is this big brother sick?"
Old Wu has been trapped in the mine for almost ten years and is used to seeing newcomers like Wang Honghong, who come with the sole intention of escaping.
Once caught, he would be beaten several times before he behaved himself.
Old Wu was too lazy to pay attention to him.
Wang Honghong didn't care and continued to ask, "This big brother is coughing so badly, why doesn't he take medicine?"
Old Wu curled his lips and said impatiently, "In their eyes, we are not human beings, but animals. We can just die, but why should we take medicine? Tsk—"
He sneered.
Miners never see the sun, eat poorly, and sleep in open-pit mines, which consumes a lot of physical energy and makes them more prone to illness.
It’s not that no one went to ask for medicine, but they were beaten in return.
Over time, no one dared to ask for medicine, and they just endured the illness.
Wang Honghong wanted to ask more questions, but Old Wu got annoyed and drove him away.
Wang Honghong felt a cold reception and stood up in disappointment. Just as he was about to leave, he heard a "bang". He looked over and saw that the kettle had fallen to the ground, spilling the water inside.
Lame Zhang covered his throat and coughed violently: "Cough cough cough cough...Puff!"
He coughed so hard that blood spurted out of his mouth!
"Cripple!" Old Wu suddenly became anxious.
Lame Zhang was deceived into coming in at the same time as him. The two of them have been together for so many years that they have long regarded each other as brothers.
Seeing Lame Zhang coughing up blood, Old Wu pulled him up and wanted to carry him to ask the supervisor for some medicine.
Even if I get beaten, it's worth it if I can get a pill in return.
"Brother, wait a moment!" Wang Honghong received a signal from Meng Guan and hurriedly stopped the man.
"Get out of here!" Old Wu was so anxious that sweat broke out on his head. He was panting while carrying the lame Zhang Lei on his back. His way was blocked and he cursed in panic.
"I have a way to deal with him!" Wang Honghong roared.
Like a shot of adrenaline, Old Wu looked at Wang Honghong with eyes that lit up, "You didn't lie to me?"
"Why would I lie to you?" Wang Honghong revealed her identity, saying, "My teacher—Professor Meng. Don't underestimate him because of his youth. He's a serious medical professor."
Meng Guan cooperated and walked out from behind the pile of ore. He looked gentle and elegant, and with a slight smile, the air of bookishness filled Old Wu's face.
He put Lame Zhang down with some doubt, only to see the young man come over, pick up the kettle, and speak in a gentle voice.
"There's a lot of dust in the mines, and it's easy to get a cough over the years. His case isn't serious, I'll just give him a massage and it'll be fine."
Lame Zhang was lying on the ground, clutching the clothes around his chest, coughing heart-wrenchingly, veins popping out of his neck, and blood foam spurting out from time to time, looking extremely terrifying.
Meng Guan squatted down beside Lame Zhang, grabbed his hand and held it up.
Old Wu grabbed the manuscript, his face cold and fierce, as if he would fight to the death if anyone killed his brother.
Wang Honghong's heart was in her throat with nervousness.
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