"We are not in a hurry. What are you calling?" The fat man and the square-faced man turned their heads and shouted at the crowd at the same time.

At this time, two sheriffs with guns pushed away the crowd and walked over. The tattooed men in the middle turned around and listened to their instructions.

"You Di Xing and Song De are going to fight again today?" asked a fat sheriff, and the other thin man began to point them to count the number.

"They Song De came to steal people again today. The day before yesterday, he stole a third-level worker, and he was a five-year contract. He was too inhumane. Can he still do business? We don't dare to let skilled workers take a walk now, and they are locked in the dormitory every day?" the fat man shouted.

"You are already a prison cell! If they are willing to come, you won't let anyone go! We give twice the amount of money we give." The big man with square face roared.

"Without birds like you, you poach us every day. Do we have to restrict them? You have to train skilled female workers on their own. We picked it up for nothing?" The fat man roared.

"Hey, did you Song De steal someone today?" asked the fat sheriff.

"No. I was seen by their eyeliner." The square-faced man said depressedly, while the fat man proudly patted the owner of the tattoo shop with kind-eyed and kind-eyed and kind-hearted tattoo shop.

"If you don't get someone, then you can just fuck me." The thin man interrupted, "I ordered the number of people. Song De came to 9 people and 10 people in Dixing, which is almost the same. What to fight? Evenly matched. You have to steal talents and beat them. Otherwise, it would be a waste of fighting. Let's break up."

The square-faced man and the fat man spat at each other and led their own troops to disperse. A sound of disappointment was made in the crowd, and they also dispersed one after another, leaving only the dumbfounded Zuo Zongtang and the other two.

Turning farmers into workers, imprisoning and surveillance workers, trading and stealing workers like cattle and horses, and fighting like gangsters, isn't just making money, but the people are not surprised. They are so gentle that they swept the floor---Zuo Zongtang thought to himself.

At this moment, two people were squeezed by Zuo Zongtang, and a smell of odor all over his body almost made Zuo Zongtang look. When he looked up, he saw two dirty beggars, one old and one young. Zuo Zongtang naturally had his first move to see if there were any black marks on his squeezed arm.

"Uncle, does my daughter want to work?" The old beggar caught up with the fat man who was bitten by a dog, and begged with a Hunan accent: "We escaped from the rural areas of Chenzhou, Hunan, and can't survive anymore. OK, okay."

"Damn it! A traitor! He actually betrayed his daughter and begged the profiteer! He lost all the face of Hunan! He lost all the face of the Qing Dynasty!" Zuo Zongtang was stunned when he heard the local accent, then furiously stopped, turned his head to look at the girl, and frowned: "Old man, how old are you, your daughter?"

"15 years old! He turned fifteen last month!" the old man said quickly.

"Stop teasing, I look at 12 years old at most! We are not allowed to be younger than 15 years old, too young, difficult to manage, and learn slowly," said the fat man.

"Uncle, she is really 15 years old, she is not good at eating and looks young." As he said that, the old man knelt in front of the fat man and begged: "Uncle. The child is dead, and our family is destroyed. If you don't accept it, you can only sell it to the brothel. My daughter kneels down to plead for the adults!"

The girl immediately knelt down and kowtowed, "Please accept me, sir, I can do anything. I used to weave cloth at home."

The fat man smiled: "There are machines here, which are different from the weaving cloth at home. But you think you are well-behaved and probably have a good understanding, so you can come in. Let me explain first. Our Emperor Star has five-year contracts. If you don't do well, we can fire you at any time and do it for 14 hours a day. If you do well, you can add money and give fakes."

"Just give me some food, thank you, uncle." The old man kowtowed.

"Well done, from being a student to a worker, you can support you in old age." The fat man smiled: "But half of the girls will be fired at most 6 months. So stupid!"

As he said that, he ordered a subordinate: "Take them to the front recruiting guru and press the contract."

The father and daughter were grateful for each other. The old man turned his head in surprise and looked at him. There was a square face in front of him, but the face was emitting a radiant light of justice.

"Are you?" The old man and the fat man were watching Cheng Yaojin.

"Old man, why do you push your daughter into the fire pit? Listen! This miserable shout is a portrayal of the miserable female worker!" Zuo Zongtang roared.

The old man and the fat man listened with their ears, and sure enough, screams came from the wall.

The fat man coughed and said, "You are the first time you are here in Haijing. There are national laws and the factory has factory rules. If a female worker wants to make an appointment to escape, she will be whipped! We did not force them, and every worker has to sign a contract when entering the factory."

"You are farmers, it's so good for men to farm and women to weave a family. Why do you buy your daughter into this Western-eating factory?!" Zuo Zongtang struggled with his shoulders and got rid of Li Yuan's hand that was worried that the furious adult would say the wrong thing.

"It's so joyful! If the family is destroyed, why do we want to be beggars? There are so many corrupt officials in Hunan, and the soldiers keep going back and forth. Every time they go back and forth, the village is as clean as ever!" The old beggar was furious: "Now we are going to starve to death. Where can I go to the factory if I don't sell my daughter?"

"Well, there are more and more refugees recently." The fat man said with his hands behind his back: "It turns out that Guangxi people are running away here. Now Guangxi has been saved by God. It is estimated that there will be more and more refugees in Hunan and Fujian in the future. Alas. I sympathize with you refugees."

"Boyi, Shuqi, ashamed of not eating Zhou Shu, starving to death, Shouyangshan! That's the only thing he has backbone! You are big... big... right?!!" Zuo Zongtang wanted to say, "Why are you a clan of the Qing Dynasty asking for a thief's minion!" But naturally he didn't say it.

"Are you sick, uncle?" The old man gave Zuo Zongtang a blank look.

"Tsk. You must be a scholar. In the past, the world was from the Ming Dynasty, and our ancestors were also from the Ming Dynasty. Now, we have been slaves under the Qing Dynasty's rule for 200 years? Haven't you survived? Are your ancestors a man of man?" Old Zhou stared at Zuo Zongtang with wide eyes.

"The shopkeeper's scholar is soft-hearted when he sees the beggar." Zhang Longtan suddenly squeezed over and blocked between the fat man and Zuo Zongtang.

"I can see, scholars. There are also scholars in Guangdong. They are privately scolding the emperor and Changmao, not being an official, not working or doing business, and just opening a private school, but it's useless. They are usually poor and have no good clothes when they go out. It seems that they have a good impression of scholars, but they have no irony: "Hunan is still the territory of Qing Yao. Your shopkeeper should have a lot of ideas, but you have also read that if you can live here, you poor Hunan may not be able to live in your hometown."

"Don't talk nonsense to them. I don't know them at all. Let's sign the contract." The old beggar was very dissatisfied. After kneeling for a long time, he stood up and hit the dirt on his knees.

Zuo Zongtang rushed to the old man and said, "I'll give you 100 taels! Come with me! I can't watch you jump into the fire pit."

"It's not a fire pit. You guy." The fat man looked helpless: "Although it's not as good as doing business and farming, it's not a fire pit. We are not a brothel."

The beggar father and daughter were stunned.

Seeing the beggar father and daughter like that, the fat man waved his hand and smiled and said, "Anyway, your daughter is definitely not old, so you can go with this great charity." After that, he actually went back to himself, without any anger.

"Silver. Let me see." The old man immediately stretched out his hand.

"Give it! You!" Li Yuanjue's old man was really a bastard. He pulled out the silver bill and smashed it into the dirty hand. Being able to meet an adult like Zuo Zongtang in this long-haired hell is simply the retribution for you, a pariah, chanting Buddha's name for eight lifetimes, and you are still whining.

"You are kind-hearted people." Seeing the silver notes, the old man breathed a sigh of relief and laughed.

"You are still lying to you? Are you worth lying to?" Li Yuan snorted angrily.

After saving two of his own people, Zuo Zongtang was in a better mood - only condescending charity would make the adults feel comfortable. What a saint's sentiment I am.

"How long have you been in Guangzhou?" Zuo Zongtang asked with concern.

"It's been more than two months." The old man answered honestly.

"Then take this money and go back to your hometown to cultivate the land with peace of mind." Zuo Zongtang said.

"Yes, yes, yes." The beggar nodded repeatedly.

"You must go home quickly." Zuo Zongtang instructed worriedly.

"Then why do you rely on for a living?" Zhang Longtan came over and asked, "Beg for food?"

"Where will you stay at night?" Li Yuan asked at the same time.

"I stay in the church at night, and live by serving porridge at night." The old man sighed.

"Thank God, my prayer came true yesterday." His daughter whispered.

But the father and daughter's answer immediately made the three adults in front of her feel as if they were struck by three hundred lightnings on their foreheads! Everyone's face turned black!

Live in a church? Do foreign churches still serve porridge?

The foreign sects actually penetrated the beggars!!!

"Say, what's going on?" Zuo Zongtang finally closed his wide mouth and asked with a dark face.

"The church lets beggars and homeless people live in the evening, sleeping on chairs and corridors, because I have a daughter with me. She can go to the nun's side to sleep. There are porridge at night. But I have to queue up early, so I should go in the evening now." The beggar said.

"Take us to see!" Zuo Zongtang waved his hand and stopped exploring the arms factory. He felt that the arms factory was not much better.

When Zuo Zongtang and his group arrived at the church, there were long queues there, all of them were homeless and poor, and a foreigner was quarreling with the sheriff in front of the pot at the door.

"No, no. I don't allow you to add sand to the pot. That's a crime." The foreign pastor shouted.

"It is necessary to add sand, this is the order we get to the ground, any act of serving porridge, sand and soil must be added. I hope you understand, this is to protect the poor." The sheriff had a dark face, holding a spoon in his hand, and it was covered with sand and gravel.

"The money and grain for the porridge are donated by brothers. Why do you want to practice kindness in this way?" The pastor said with good Chinese. He pointed to the people in line and said, "Those people are my brothers, and you are your brothers. Why don't you believe them?"

"Do you understand the Far East characteristics? And this is the order of the court!" The sheriff looked like he had a spoon on the face of the foreigner. He pointed to the people in line and said, "Some people don't lack this meal at all! They came to take advantage of it! You won't eat if you don't make the meal until you starve to death, and the meal was stolen by such villains. Those who really need it will starve to death! The meal is in quantity, and you can't supply it unlimitedly, right?"

"I don't believe it." The pastor looked at the sheriff and the people in the queue and said slowly.

"Are you bet? When I go in, one-third of the people in line are missing!" The sheriff hummed in anger, looked at the foreigners, and suddenly gritted his teeth and threw a spoonful of sand and gravel into the big pot of rice porridge.

The foreign pastor went to grab the spoon in shock, but was still one step late. He stood up in disbelief and looked straight at the sheriff with disdain, then closed his eyes and murmured: "May the Father forgive you. You don't know what you are doing." "Of course I know what I am doing. Look." The sheriff snorted coldly and pointed at the people in line. He saw that one-third of the people walked out of the pot of good porridge mixed with sand and gravel. He turned around with a bowl with a look of disappointment.

"God, how right you said, there is no good in man, because everything in man is evil, because there is no God in man, there is no good in man, and when there is God, there is good in man! Hallelujah, may God bless your children, Amen," shouted the pastor.

The sheriff who was throwing the sand and the tramps and many of them were queuing down and saying "Amen".

"There are no kind people? They are good in nature! These beasts! They are indeed beasts!" Zuo Zongtang below could hear clearly and couldn't help but get furious. No wonder Hai Jing became a place where demons are rampant, because the foreign religion believed that people were born to be evil!

This is too cruel. Did these beasts even scold their ancestors?! Did even Saint Confucius scold?

It’s inherently good!

As long as people act in the way of sages, they are sages!

How many saints have emerged in China in 5,000 years!

For example, Emperor Xianfeng, XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX

"There are so many kind people! I am!" Zuo Zongtang gritted his teeth and said this.

Just then, Li Yuan suddenly screamed: "Shopkeeper, the beggar floor ran away!"

"What?" Zuo Zongtang turned his head in surprise, and saw the untouchable dragging his daughter toward the factory, running while running, looking back in fear.

"This beast!" Zuo Zongtang was furious and turned around and chased after him with his arms.

The beggar was malnourished and dragged his daughter, so he could not escape Zuo Zongtang’s three pampered adults. Seeing that they were getting closer and closer, he suddenly grabbed a sheriff, pointed at Zuo Zongtang and shouted: “Official! They are going to kidnap us back to Hunan! Official! Help!”

"What?" The sheriff changed his face and looked up, and Zuo Zongtang and the other two stopped immediately.

"What are you doing?" the sheriff shouted.

"Let's go, sir." Li Yuan changed his face and grabbed Zuo Zongtang. The three of them went from gritting their teeth and chasing people to suddenly turning around and starting to walk back.

"Come here! Stop!" A roar came from behind.

"Run!" Zhang Longtan shouted, and Zuo Zongtang and the other two ran away.

"Damn it, run away and shoot!" A roar came from behind.

"Beast!" The three of them returned to the simple Youpeng Inn and collapsed on the bed at the same time. They felt as if they were tired. Zuo Zongtang gritted his teeth and cursed the shameless untouched--it actually blacked his money and didn't want to go back to his hometown! They were so tired that they were almost caught by Hai Song Changmao Green Camp soldiers (Shelf Officer)! Repaying kindness! It's so beast!
Chapter completed!