The stone walls of Zizhiya Mine were seeping with moisture. Su Chen clutched the rusty hammer, and the muscles in his arms were stretched like iron wires.
Every time he swung the hammer, the old wound on his back ached hotly - it was whipped by Zhao Guang yesterday with a black iron whip, just because he spoke justice for the old miner who had been robbed of his spiritual rice.
"Brother Chen, take a rest." Atie's voice came from the left.
This sturdy man who was half a head taller than him deliberately swung his mining pick so loudly that when the gravel fell to Su Chen's feet, he would quietly push it into the mine he dug with his toes.
Su Chen wiped the sweat from his face and caught a glimpse of the bleeding patch on Atie's lower back - that was the "mark" that Zhao Guang had newly rewarded this morning. "That bitch Zhao Guang said he would collect thirty cartloads of black iron essence today," he lowered his voice, and the crisp sound of the hammer hitting the ore covered his words, "You carried eight cartloads for me, and if you keep doing this..."
"What do Jie Jiao do with us handymen?" Ah Tie suddenly punched the mine wall hard, and gravel fell down, "The day before yesterday, I went to the dining hall to get food, and I heard the deacon from the outer sect said that the masters of Jie Jiao called us Jie Jiao in Yuxu Palace again as a 'den of monsters and monsters.'
The bald donkeys of Western teachings go even further, saying that they want to 'conquer' those of us who are 'obsessed'. "He squatted down to load the ore, his voice was as muffled as a drum," Brother Chen, tell me, who did our "education without discrimination" offend whom?
