The Rocdad family agreed to help with this, perhaps not as an agreement, but as a reluctant compromise.

After all, the three business cards on the coffee table and the silver-white short knife were overwhelming Rossi.

This is enough weight to crush his entire family to death.

....

Early morning.

Two military trucks escorted a prison van to the town of Saint-Lan.

"Get out of the car, hurry!"

The car door opened, and the depressed Tanghua was pushed out.

The prisoners of the Inspectorate and the Roqueda family were handed over smoothly, and the slavery documents issued by the royal family were properly received.

According to the document, the term of slavery of Liye Tanghua is permanent, except for the first-line mining station, no other work stations are allowed, no rest is allowed except for major illnesses, and sick leave is capped at one time every six months, and each sick leave does not exceed 2 days.

And because Tang Hua was convicted by the royal court, according to the requirements, every 1 month, the Rokda family had to report Tang Hua's situation, and the Yuan Council had to implement the record to warn other nobles.

The Supervision Office read out the document on the spot, and Tang Hua's face turned white when he heard it.

You can't rest if you don't get seriously ill, so it's impossible to pretend to be sick, and even if you're sick, you can only rest for 2 days at most.

The Ombudsman said that slavery would take effect immediately from the date of service on the court.

Without even drinking his saliva, Tang Hua was taken directly to the mine and given a worn-out iron pickaxe.

....

On this day, Tang Hua experienced the darkest day of his entire life.

The fatigue of the long-distance journey has not subsided, and he immediately ushered in high-intensity physical labor, and he felt that the pickaxe in his hand was like a thousand catties of giant ding.

Inside the mine.

"Bang, bang, bang, bang!"

One, two, three, four.....

Tang Hua kept waving his pickaxe, sweat already soaking his clothes, and if he stopped for a moment, the overseer behind him would shout at him.

Moreover, the overseer still had a whip in his hand, and Tang Hua had no doubt that if he did not complete the workload as the overseer asked, the whip would come into close contact with his body.

As time passed, Tang Hua felt that his arm was already so sore that it seemed to burst, and every time he swung the pickaxe, it was difficult to live or die.

"Ahem, ahem!"

Tang Hua finally couldn't hold it anymore, he raised his hand, opened his chapped lips and begged.

"I.... I can't do it anymore, I have no labor experience, I can.... Can you give me a break. ”

The overseer had long seen that he was a noble boy who had never worked.

"Okay, you rest for 10 minutes, drink the water and hurry on, it's only been 2 hours, but there are still 12 hours left today."

Hearing this, Tang Hua collapsed, he felt that he was about to fall apart, it turned out that he had only been digging for 2 hours.

Raising his hand, which was almost unconscious, Tang Hua clearly saw that his palm had ground out a bloody blood blister.

....

It was a hellish day for Tang Hua, but judging by the entire period of his servitude, it was just a drop in the bucket, starting today and every day afterward.

Night falls.

Tang Hua almost fainted several times on the way to dig rocks today, and the skin of his palms and soles of his feet was worn out, and after finally surviving the day, he almost crawled back to the dormitory.

Seeing this dormitory, Tang Hua collapsed again.

Unlike normal workers, his dormitory is almost all serving prisoners, there is no bed at all, and a large bunk has been built in the whole room.

More than 20 adults were huddled together next to each other, and it was winter, and the room was not only cold, but also filled with a lingering smell of mold and sweat.

There is no place to shower, there is no indoor toilet, and there is not even a basin except for a faucet and a towel.

....

After the overseer arranged Tanghua's "dormitory", he took him directly to the "canteen".

"Bang!"

A large iron bucket was lowered to the ground, and hungry workers waited to be fed like wild dogs, with a long line behind them.

When it was Tang Hua's turn, two black buns were put into his hands, and the staff in charge of preparing the rice shouted loudly.

"Two per person, take it and roll it quickly, and serve the soup yourself!"

Leaning against the corner, Tang Hua bit the hard, dry steamed buns, drank the clear soup with floating vegetable leaves, and tears flowed down.

At this moment, he finally realized the preciousness of freedom.

....

At night, the workers who had worked all day returned to the dormitory, and the shop of less than 30 square meters was instantly crowded with people.

Tang Hua was mixed in the middle like a frightened little chick, and he didn't even dare to breathe, looking at these gray-faced but strong men, he was afraid that he would be repaired inexplicably.

At this time, Tang Hua noticed a quiet and honest guy lying next to him, a middle-aged man with some bald hair.

In order to make some friends who can talk as soon as possible, Tang Hua had the courage to talk to this person.

"That's... Hello, what's your name? ”

Hearing Tang Hua talk to him, the man sat up and smiled at him kindly, but did not speak.

An older man next to him explained while hammering his back.

"Don't talk to him, this man is dumb."

Tang Hua was stunned.

"Dumb?"

"Well, but he can hear with his ears, but he can't speak, half a year ago, he choked on lime and had a serious illness, and after he recovered from his illness, he lost his ability to speak."

"And what's his name, and what do I call him?"

The old man shook his head.

"He was a taciturn guy when he had just arrived, and no one knew what his name was, and now we just call him mute."

The "dumb" could hear the voice, but he couldn't speak, he knew that Tang Hua was taking the initiative to greet him, just a strong smirk.

Because of the aristocratic education he received since he was a child, even in such a predicament, Tang Hua was polite and smiled in return.

In this way, Tang Hua made his first friend, and he didn't know what the rest of his life would be, but at least, he was still alive.

Feeling the cold bed, his ears filled with snoring, and under the stimulation of exhaustion, Tanghua closed his eyes heavily.

...

"Boom!"

A loud bang woke up Tanghua, who had just fallen asleep, and all the workers in the room were awakened with him.

After 10 minutes.

An overseer of the mine burst into the room and announced loudly.

"There has just been a small-scale mining accident in the No. 4 mining area. The workers in Colanoby died on the spot, and tomorrow no one will go to the No. 4 mine, and everyone will continue to rest. ”

After the announcement, the overseer looked at Tang Hua with a shocked expression.

"You come with me."

...

After Tang Hua was taken away alone, the workers in the dormitory immediately went back to sleep.

For them, it is common for a person to die in a mine accident, and they have never even heard the name of the person who died.

Among the crowd, only one person had wide eyes and a big question mark in his pupils.

This person is the "mute" who just smiled with Tang Hua.

Only he knows, his real name is Jill. Colanoby.

His eyebrows were twisted and he died?

....

Jill. Colanoby did die, and of course, it was just a name that died.

The next day, the "mute" had a new name in the mine's enslavement files, Liye. Tang Hua.