If a person is unlucky, he will choke to death even if he drinks cold water.
Although Fang Zhanbo didn't know how he would die, he knew that he was extremely unlucky.
He was born in the Fang family in Tongcheng. His ancestor was Fang Yizhi, one of the four young masters. Logically speaking, he also had a family background and could inherit the ancestral system. The children of the Fang family were not allowed to serve in official positions.
If you don't want to be an official, don't be an official. But you have to take the exam to gain fame.
After being admitted as a scholar at the age of sixteen, Fang Zhanbo originally planned to stay at home for the rest of his life, pass on his family education, and then have children.
He had spent his whole life like this, but he never thought that Changmao, who came from Guangxi, was going south along the Yangtze River. When he and his book boy went to visit friends that day, he never thought that he would meet Changmao on the way.
Then, he became a Changmao in a daze. Fortunately, he was literate, otherwise he might have become cannon fodder and died somewhere. Finally, he was lucky enough to enter, and he himself was still wondering whether this was the rhythm of his rapid rise.
But he never thought that everyone in Dongwangfu would be killed overnight. Fortunately, he ran away quickly when he saw the bad opportunity, otherwise his life would have been lost.
The officers and soldiers here had just been demoted with others, and before he could longed to return home, he became the legendary "pig boy". He was turned away by the officers and soldiers and sold on a ship, and then crossed the ocean to Brazil. What did he become? "Contract workers".
Where is Brazil?
Even if it was his family background, Fang Zhanbo didn't know.
Life in the Qing Dynasty was difficult, and life as a "contract laborer" was even more difficult. In the blink of an eye, he had spent nearly four years here, eating sweet potatoes and drinking dirty water every day. He had never experienced hardship since he was a child. The young master of the Fang family can now eat such food with gusto, but he can’t help it, he’s hungry!
The same goes for everyone else, just like Li Gou Sheng, who lives with him, sighed while eating:
"Master Fang, speaking of it, we have a good meal here. Not only can we be full, but we can also eat a piece of meat. When we were in the Qing Dynasty, we could eat not only meat, but also sweet potatoes. It's all thanks to God's blessing. …”
That's it... Master, when I'm at home, I only eat white rice!
Despite what he said, Fang Zhanbo also knew that as far as food was concerned, the food eaten by foreigners here was really good. There were enough sweet potatoes and they could eat meat every day, but in the Qing Dynasty, even small landowners might not be able to eat it every day. Serve the meat.
But the problem is, those supervisors don't treat people as human beings, even if they treat them as mules, they can't be whipped with whips in the face of the sky. If the whip is whipped, the skin will be ripped apart.
"Sooner or later I have to die here, sooner or later I have to die here..."
As he said that, Fang Zhanbo looked outside in despair again, looking at the stars in the sky and thinking in his heart.
When will this day end!
You can't see the end at first glance. It will probably be over when you die...
Suddenly, a series of violent explosions rang out from the supervisor's dormitory. The light of the explosion illuminated half of the sky, and at the same time gunshots rang out.
"What's wrong, what's wrong?"
"What's going on? Look over there, it exploded! It must be a gunpowder magazine!"
"What you said is wrong. What you bombed was the place where those "bastards" live."
"Bastard? It would be better if all those turtles are killed..."
The so-called "mongrels" are actually mixed-race children. Their fathers are white and their mothers are often black slaves. Adding milk to coffee makes it milk tea. However, in the eyes of the Chinese in the mines, even white-skinned people have no desire to be hybrids. Damn it, those bastards beat up people, but they always deal with them to death.
In the eyes of the bastards, the Chinese are even worse than black slaves. Black slaves are the property of their masters, and their death is a loss. But the Chinese are different. If they die, they will die.
"Look, who is that? That guy is..."
"It's Wang Dewen and the others!"
"Yes, it's that kid, and there are others. Why are they back? And Chen Er..."
Although he didn't know Wang Dewen, Chen Er and the others, Fang Zhanbo had also heard about the group of people who escaped two years ago. Why did they come back?
"They came back to rescue us!"
Instantly, the work shed became noisy. In the past, the Chinese workers, who seemed to have been tamed long ago by being whipped or beaten with sticks, suddenly became excited.
"Brothers, copycats, kill all those foreign devils!"
Without any hesitation or hesitation, the Chinese workers who had been bullied and abused for four years immediately turned into a group of angry bulls. They rushed out with wooden sticks and shovels and rushed towards the supervisors.
I'm afraid that the supervisor has a foreign gun in his hand, so what.
Amidst the gunfire, someone fell down, but the Chinese workers rushed towards the bullets as if they didn't care about their lives.
After several gunshots, the Chinese workers who rushed over were like a group of tigers, hitting the supervisor's body with sticks and shovels. However, it only took a moment to knock down the supervisors and guards on duty in the mining area.
The air quickly came in less and more air came out. After a while, their bones were broken and they turned into a pile of bloody rotten meat. But even so, the Chinese workers who had been bullied and abused still did not
Let these people go. While cursing these bastards, they used shovels to shovel the rotten meat into pulp. The flesh and blood of the dead were thrown everywhere. For a while, the mine was full of severed limbs and remains.
The crazy Chinese workers did not stop their actions, but continued to look for fish that had slipped through the net. Soon, the white-skinned or mixed-race supervisors and guards were all beaten to death.
"Spare your life, spare your life..."
Franco knelt on the ground and looked desperately at Fang Zhanbo, who rushed over. However, his prayers did not bring him any mercy, and Fang Zhanbo directly hit him on the head with a wooden stick.
With a "pop" sound, the head split open like a ripe watermelon, with red and white splattering everywhere.
"I'll spare you, but you could have spared us in the past..."
Repay kindness with kindness and complain directly, this is justice in the world.
Of course, those traitors and black men who were helping the tyrants were also picked out, and then dragged to the side of the gold mine, and pushed one by one into the crocodile pool nearby. The awakened crocodiles immediately rushed over and bit the crocodiles that came to the door.
Food, for hungry crocodiles, the people thrown in the gold mine are their food.
"forgive me……"
"Show mercy..."
The prayers and cries did not win any sympathy. When they tried to escape, what was waiting for them was of course the sticks falling on them. However, after a while, there was no one left standing in the crocodile pool.
There were only bursts of miserable howling. Only then did their agitated moods calm down. Suddenly, someone burst into tears.
"Brother Xu, just look at it, these bastards are thrown in to feed the fish..."
"Brother Chen..."
Under the starlight, there was no joy on the faces of the freed Chinese workers, only unspeakable pain...
This chapter has been completed!