Codex Pirates

Chapter 176 An Insignificant Person

Night, Kingdom on the Bridge, Tequila Wolfe.

Because every once in a while, with the process of bridge construction, local laborers and officials have to relocate. The residences of local laborers seem to be very simple, and the residences are neatly and densely arranged like warehouses. As if carved out of a mold, this kind of building is naturally not comfortable to live in, let alone warm in winter.

The warehouse-like residence is very empty, with no compartments, and many workers live together without any privacy. Apart from a bed, they have almost no extra furniture.

It was quite dark inside the residence, and things could only be seen clearly through the afterglow of the moonlight outside the window.

The little boy Abram was sitting on a low stool beside the bed, while his mother lay on the bed weakly and fell asleep. The clothes and cotton cloth on Abram's mother's back were stained red with blood, and because The extremely low temperature adhered to the skin wound.

This place, the laborers, more precisely the slaves, had no doctors, no medicines, and they couldn't even boil some hot water.

Abram's mother's injury was actually not as serious as it seemed, but everyone was helpless when she was reduced to this place. Compared to being directly beaten to death by the supervisor on the bridge during the day, what happened to her at this time was more helpless. Describe the torment, because she is equivalent to waiting to die now.

Even Abram, who was only ten years old, knew this point ignorantly.

The coughing and groaning sounds from time to time kept the preoccupied Abram in a half-asleep state. His little head drooped, and a soft call suddenly woke him up.

"Abram?"

Abram looked up, and his mother had woken up at some point, looking at him softly with her face turned sideways.

"Mom, you're awake!" Abram's eyes were swollen like walnuts, and he didn't know how long he had been crying. Seeing that his mother had woken up, he hurriedly looked at the cotton cloth on his back, but the cotton cloth soaked in blood had already contacted the open wound. How can a ten-year-old child deal with being stuck together?

Abram's mother looked at her son's bewildered look, and whispered, "Abram, come here."

Abram obediently came to his mother's bedside, followed his mother's outstretched arms, and shrank into her arms. In many cold winters, he spent difficult nights in his mother's warm embrace.

"Mother."

"Um?"

"I was wrong," Abram raised his head and opened his eyes wide. "They said you will die. Why don't you die?"

Abram's mother, strenuously stroking his slightly curly hair: "As long as Abram lives, my mother will not die, because my mother will always live in your heart, so, Abram, you remember Be obedient, and live well for your mother."

"I don't want you to live in my heart, I want you to be with me."

"Stupid child." Abram's mother kissed her son's forehead and said in a faint voice, "How can I be with you forever?"

...

The next morning, Abram woke up from the cold. Sniffing his nose, he found that his mother was still hugging him tightly, but the warm embrace in the past had lost its proper temperature and became icy cold.

Abram's mother died just like that.

Abram's mind was blank, and he sat slumped on the edge of the bed, everything that happened around him seemed to have nothing to do with him.

It wasn't until his mother's body was found, and several slave laborers, under the order of officials, wanted to move the body away, that Abram beat and kicked the group like crazy to stop them from moving his mother's body.

It’s just that he is young, and apart from adding a little hindrance to the work of the laborers, it has no effect at all. A male laborer was annoyed by him, pushed him away, and shouted: "What are you doing to us! We just Slave, what can I do!?"

There was a silence in the warehouse, the man who pushed Abram gritted his teeth, and his companions sped up their movements, and left in a panic.

...

Tony was biting a cigar. Among his ten fingers, eight of them were wearing gold rings, and a heavy gold chain was wrapped around his neck. He looked like a nouveau riche.

He, Colonel Mouse, and the Kingdom on the Bridge, a potbellied official from Tequilawolf, were standing in the warm room heated by the stove, looking through the glass at the workers who were still working hard in the severe cold outside.

Tony has actually been to the Kingdom on the Bridge twice before, but I don’t know if it’s because William asked him to explain the reason before he came here, so he had a preconceived impression. something different.

The workers in the kingdom on the bridge need to work together for many years and months. In addition, there is no security in this place. There are steel and stones everywhere that can easily kill people. As long as one person is negligent while working, it may kill other workers. , so these people are extremely adaptable to group life and teamwork, and also have high obedience.

On the other hand, the cruel working environment makes them hard-working. People with this trait obviously don't resist too much boring and hard training.

Moreover, the harsh and cruel living environment is also a knockout match of life. Those who can survive are obviously those with sufficient physical conditions and a good foundation.

The precarious days and the harsh living environment were originally the birthplace of William's excellent soldiers on Earth in his previous life.

Tony vomited a smoke ring. He felt more and more that what William said was right. These people in front of him were able to endure hardships, were willing to cooperate, and had potential. Letting them out of the sea of ​​suffering is like their reborn parents, and they can basically only rely on William in the future, and there is not much retreat other than that.

"Mr. Tony, you said that your company is going to mine, so you need to buy some slave labor that doesn't need to protect their lives..." Tecchira Wolf's official looked down at a list, which listed several requirements , "But why do you even buy these ten-year-olds and teenagers?"

"Children are easy to manage," Tony flicked the cigarette ash and said calmly, "Wouldn't it be easier for adults to run away? Wouldn't you and your colleagues be happy to get these children away?"

The Colonel Mouse at the side also chimed in when he heard the words: "That's right, these children are just growing up, they eat a lot, they are disobedient, and they can't do much work. Someone will help you get them away with money, and they can help you." How good it is for you to reduce the logistical pressure!"