Chapter 269 Why Don’t Human Traffickers Die?

"Why don't you wake up now?" Xia Zhizhi kicked the two feet and pointed at a redwood tree in the distance: "Go dig there for me today. When you dig it, you can have dinner."

A group of poor people who were woken up suddenly felt dizzy when they saw the distance.

An old man with white hair and beard, with a wrinkled face, knelt in front of her tremblingly, touched the ground with his head, and begged her: "Girl, please have pity on me at my age. I haven't eaten or drunk for two days. I really can't hold on any longer. And my grandson, Junwa, is only eight years old..."

A fair-skinned little boy next to him immediately knelt down and said aggrievedly, "Sister Junjun is so hungry. Junjun is starving to death. Sister, what did Junjun do wrong that you have to punish him like this..."

Xia Zhizhi didn't have the patience to listen to their nonsense. She kicked the old man and yelled at him, "Get out, you old fool. You are useless. What are you doing alive? Why don't you just kill yourself?"

He kicked the fair and tender Junwa away again: "You little bastard, being alive is the biggest mistake you've made."

Junwa was cute, fair and tender. She was kicked to the ground, crying heavily, looking very pitiful.

Some girls who had not been here long and had not suffered enough could not help but soften their hearts: "After all, the child is innocent..."

Before he could finish his words, a girl rushed up and scooped a spoonful of chili salt water with a ladle and poured it on Junwa's body.

Suddenly, poor Junwa started jumping around and screaming like a loach pickled in salt.

The little girl had a gloomy face. Who could have known that she was deceived by this fair-skinned child.

Her beautiful life was ruined just because a cute, well-behaved, sensible and polite little boy asked her for help.

With tears in her eyes, the little girl told her story to other girls who had the same tragic fate. The other girls were so sad that they were speechless.

Because they did not complete the task yesterday 100%, Xia Zhizhi was very sad. Today, she not only did not give them food, but also did not give them water.

A few women who loved their sons could not bear it any longer and knelt on the ground, begging him pitifully.

Xia Zhizhi touched her chin and said, "How about this, you slap your men until I am satisfied, and then I will consider giving your son some water, how is that?"

The group of women looked at each other, then looked at their men.

A group of children were electrocuted and beaten, and they were crying. It was summer and the weather was so hot. After all this torture, their lips were dry and they were like fish that had jumped onto the shore and were about to be dried to death.

Hearing Xia Zhizhi say this, he cried out aggrievedly: "Water, I want water, Dad, Mom, Grandma, I want water..."

The discomfort of not drinking water is much worse than not eating. Not only the son is thirsty, but they are too.

The men thought about it, and one of them took the lead and said, "Let's fight."

Others followed suit.

The women felt their scalps tingle and slapped their men in the face.

Xia Zhizhi looked at this group of poor women, feeling distressed yet punching them hard at the same time. Their faces were filled with a mixture of emotions such as distress, reluctance, and hatred, which was as brilliant as a color palette.

She was extremely happy and clapped her hands to cheer: "Fight, fight well, fight harder!"

The women beat her for a long time without her saying anything, so they couldn't help but ask, "Do you think it's OK?"

Xia Zhizhi had seen enough of them slapping each other, so she waved her hands and said, "Stop hitting, it's boring."

“That water…?” There was a gleam of hope in the eyes of the group of people, as if they had seen an oasis in the desert.

Xia Zhizhi grinned: "Water, I lied to you. I never intended to give it to you. You never expected that, did you? Hehehe."

The faces of the group of people darkened, and the light in their eyes disappeared.

"It is impossible to give you water. After all, we are an organization with rules and regulations. We must reward and punish in moderation. However."

Xia Zhizhi paused for a moment, looked at the light in their eyes, and said in a very vicious way: "You can drink urine."

Someone was not beaten enough and couldn't help but curse: "Bitch!"

Xia Zhizhi immediately picked out all the members of his family and whipped them with a pickled whip. The family must be together!

After whipping them for a while, Xia Zhizhi lost interest and threw the whip to Ah Ju, waving at them: "You bunch of rubbish, hurry up and get to work. If you want to eat and drink water, you must produce results. We don't support idle people here!"

Xia Zhizhi finished her breakfast under the shade of a tree, then took out a radio, listened to the radio, ate melon seeds, and watched the villagers work diligently.

There was a cool breeze, the sound of cicadas was in my ears, and in the distance I could hear the clinking of stones.

It's a bit cozy.

A group of poor girls behind her were lost in thought while listening to the radio broadcast. One by one, tears welled up in their eyes, and some couldn't help sobbing softly.

Once they started crying, the others couldn't help themselves and they all huddled together and cried loudly.

The suffering they endure behind the word "trafficking" is far beyond what ordinary people can imagine.

Among this group of girls, there was one named Tan Xiuxiu, who had a slight limp in her legs, but it wasn’t serious and you couldn’t tell unless you looked closely.

Tan Xiuxiu was abducted here together with her classmate Fang Hongmian.

Fang Hongmian is a passionate, cheerful and unyielding girl. She is also beautiful, like a passionate flower.

At that time, they were only sixteen years old. On their way home from school, they came across an elderly man who had fallen down. They kindly helped the elderly man up and sent him home.

When they woke up again, they found themselves in the mountains.

Even though there were endless mountains all around and she suffered inhuman humiliation, Fang Hongmian never gave up the idea of ​​returning home.

She and Tan Xiuxiu encouraged each other, and they endured for many years. Finally, when Fang Hongmian's son was six years old, they found an opportunity.

Fang Hongmian kept a low profile and gradually gained the people's trust and figured out the route. She even secretly got some drugs, saved some money, and stockpiled some dry food. Her arrangements were very thoughtful.

But in the end she was reported by her own son.

Fang Hongmian's son is named Liu Peijun. He looks like Fang Hongmian and has fair skin like her. He was also named by her. From his name, we can see Fang Hongmian's expectations for him.

She wanted to take her son with her, but her son was not happy.

When Fang Hongmian went into the house with her bag on her back, preparing to run away with her son, Liu Peijun's father and grandfather held her hands and looked at her coldly.

Fang Hongmian had her legs broken and was tied up in a pigsty.

But Fang Hongmian still felt that Liu Peijun must have been deceived by his father and grandfather. She still did not give up and looked for opportunities to talk to Liu Peijun.

Liu Peijun was extremely annoyed. He looked at Fang Hongmian with disgust. If she ran away, the villagers would look at him with sympathy, making him seem particularly pitiful as he couldn't even hold on to a woman.

Liu Peijun cursed angrily: "You are well fed and well cared for at home, but you look at the lives of others and the life you live, and yet you always want to run away. You are a jerk."