Misty Rain of the Old Times

Chapter 9 Heartbreaking
The man came out of the basement. Outside was a large courtyard. The sun was setting and it was already afternoon.

The whole yard was filled with a unique smell, stinky with a strong aroma of sauce.

The surrounding area is filled with large vats that are more than half the height of an adult. The smell comes from the large vats. This place is like a soy sauce brewing workshop, and the large vats are filled with semi-finished bean paste.

The entrance to the basement was shaped like half a sauce jar. If you put another tightly fitting half a sauce jar on top to disguise it, it would be difficult for people to discover that there was a group of children hiding underneath.

After coming out, the man did not put on camouflage to block the exit. After all, he was still counting on the children below to sell their money. What if they suffocated to death if the exit was blocked? Even though there was a hidden ventilation hole, the possibility of that happening was not high.

Without the ferocity of before, the man put the whip on his waist and hummed a little tune as he walked to a bamboo shed nearby. There was another man dressed in the same way, but younger.

The soy sauce workshop is just a disguise, and this business is indeed done here. After all, in ancient society, the seven necessities of life are firewood, rice, oil, salt, soy sauce, vinegar and tea, among which sauce is very important. Sauce does not only refer to soy sauce, but also condiments such as soybean paste.

However, the bulk of the income comes from human trafficking. How can making money by working hard to brew soy sauce be as easy as selling people?

At this time, including the one who came out of the basement, neither of them was a worker, nor the leader of the gang. They were just members, responsible for guarding this place. It was usually very easy, with high income, and their life was not as comfortable as most people.

But this is a business that can result in death. If the government investigates and catches anyone, no one will survive. And those nosy knights, if they find out about such a business, how could they let these beasts go?
Therefore, the benefits and risks are directly proportional. The only people in the world who can make money without much risk by lying down are the prostitutes in brothels.

"What's going on down there?"

The man who came out came to the bamboo shed to drink some water, and the other person who was there before asked casually.

Those children are not considered human beings in the hands of human traffickers like them. Sometimes when they are in a bad mood due to something, they will abuse them to vent their anger. Killing two of them is no big deal. Children who have left home are not as good as weeds on the roadside. Even if they are bought with money, they are actually not worth much. Many times, beggars will find ways to get children for a few steamed buns.

Sitting casually on the bench with one foot on it, the man grinned and said, "What's the big deal? It's just some kids making noise. It will stop after we clean it up."

The young man who was asking the question was someone who did this all the time, so he didn't take it seriously. He just smiled and said, "You didn't kill another one or two, did you?"

"They probably weren't killed, but who cares? Business is bad now. Killing one or two of those that can't be sold will save food," the man said as he put a salt bean in his mouth and chewed it.

The word "life" is actually a very sacred thing, but in their mouths it is as calm as crushing an ant on the roadside.

Then the younger one asked, "By the way, how's the one we delivered this morning?"

Speaking of this, the man immediately laughed and said: "You know what, she really has a good appearance and is also smart. It's worthy of the high price she was bought for. She will definitely be able to sell for a good price." "What do you mean?" The man opposite immediately became interested.

The man said, "When I went downstairs just now, I was actually paying attention to that child. He is different from the other children. When the other children first came, they all cried and made a fuss, but he didn't cry or make a fuss. It seems that he has understood the reason why crying and making a fuss is useless at such a young age. Then, when I was scolding the other children, he actually dared to peek. He is not as stupid and dull as the other clay kids. The difference is immediately obvious."

"He looks like he's from a wealthy family, so it's normal for him to be smarter than other kids," the younger one said as a matter of course.

The man probably had some hatred for the rich in his heart, and he said with a pout: "Rich families are shit, they are not that noble in our hands." He paused and said: "I just taught him a lesson."

However, the latter part of the sentence made the other person anxious. He said, "Why are you teaching him a lesson? I paid a lot of money to buy him and I was counting on him to make a fortune. If he breaks it, you will definitely suffer if the higher-ups blame you!"

"Don't worry, I know my limits," the man said, waving his hands. He continued, "I only scared him, I didn't really do anything to him. He's quite clever, after all. I taught the other kids a lesson in person first, and then I just pretended to do it when it was his turn. He's so young, yet he didn't say anything. Judging from his expression, he probably understands at this age that inequality is more of a problem than a lack of wealth."

"No, why are you teaching him a lesson? Even if it's just for show, the superiors have given serious orders that if it's broken, it won't sell for a high price. Do you think your thing can be worth more than his?" The other party didn't care so much and asked anxiously.

He is also one of the people in charge of guarding, and he will be held responsible if the children he is ordered by his superiors break things.

The man said a little depressedly, "What can I do? I didn't mean to teach him a lesson, but he took the initiative to come forward. Shouldn't I show some respect? Tsk, it's ridiculous to say that. He's worthy of being the child of a wealthy family. Maybe he was taught well since he was young. He actually has such a thing as a conscience. He can't bear to see others suffer at such a young age, and he takes the initiative to help others. What do you think the other children will think if I don't show some respect? How can I control him?"

"Anyway, just don't break anything. Damn, I'm a little worried and have to go down and take a look," the younger man said, feeling a little restless.

People in this organization are not good people from top to bottom. If they damage the boss's goods and cause losses to him, then they will take advantage of him. How can they let it go?
The man said gloomily, "Don't worry, I know my limits. It's all within my job description. That kid is handsome, smart, and has a certain spiritual aura. He should have been kept well-fed and well-fed for a while. But the boss ordered that he be locked up with the other kids to temper his temper. Isn't this exactly what the boss wants?"

"You'd better," the younger one restrained himself after hearing this, and then said, "Let him be patient, but we have to be careful not to wear out the child's spirit. If he becomes dull like the other clay dolls, no matter how good he is, his value will be reduced."

"That's right. It will only take a few days anyway. In that kind of environment, children will soon face reality. Once they are well-behaved and easy to discipline, we can buy them. Maybe the boss has already contacted the buyer," the man said with a smile.

However, after these words were spoken, the other man became depressed. He chewed a few salt beans fiercely and said, "Fuck it, people have different fates. Some people are destined to enjoy happiness from birth, but that child will either be sold to a wealthy family or go to a luxurious place and won't suffer. Unlike us, we have to make a living by hanging our heads on our belts and can't enjoy ourselves many times in a year."

"Brother, stop talking! If you keep going, I'll really give him a good whipping right now. If he gets a good job and becomes rich in the future, we brothers might have to kowtow and smile when we meet him!"

Hiss, this is a bit hurtful, but the key is that the possibility is quite high. Who can I turn to for justice?
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(End of this chapter)