With Pinxixi in hand, I have a supermarket in the Changzheng!

When Zhou Xing first arrived at the mining area, he secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

Fortunately, I was not used for human experiments. Although working in the mine was tiring, at least I could stay alive.

But he soon discovered that this was still a place where people were eaten without leaving any bones, and there were dangers everywhere.

First of all, working in it is very dangerous.

This mine is mined manually, with ore being pounded down one shovel at a time. As a result, collapses and deaths are common.

The lives of people here are worthless. If they are hit to death, they will be thrown into the back mountain without even a straw mat.

Moreover, these devils do not treat humans as human beings at all. They make us work more than ten hours a day, from dusk to dusk.

And they were only provided with one meal a day at noon, which was not much better than the slop that pigs eat.

Such high-intensity labor every day, eating so little, and it’s a cold winter.

If you are not careful, you will get sick, and once you get sick and lose your ability to work, you will be killed by the devils.

It is precisely because so many miners died that they were brought back in batches.

Every gram of gold produced here is stained with the blood and tears of the miners.

A thin man was pushing a cart full of ore and suddenly fell to the ground while walking.

The ore in the cart spilled out, and he fell weakly to the ground, unable to get up.

Seeing this, two Japanese soldiers with guns in their hands immediately walked over.

The Japanese soldier didn't say a word and just went up and kicked him hard.

"Another sick fellow who has caught a cold. He's probably dying soon!"

"It's really unlucky. Why are there so many people suffering from fever and cold recently?"

"That's right! It makes us have to go out and catch people, which is really troublesome!"

"I think this guy is no longer viable. How about getting rid of him?"

While the two Japanese soldiers were talking, the thin man, mustering all his strength, slowly climbed up again.

He knew that if he didn't get up, he would only be greeted by enemy bullets.

No! He can't die! He has a wife and children at home, he has to live no matter what!

Seeing the man getting up again, a Japanese soldier sneered.

"Hey, this sick guy can probably still do it for two days, I'll deal with him after two days!"

Zhou Xing saw the whole process of this incident.

He prayed silently in his heart that he and Xiao Liuzi would not get sick.

If you get sick and there is no way to get treated in this place, you will probably die here before you can even think of a way to escape.

The miners working here don't want to get sick, but they can't avoid it.

Every time the miners finished their work, their clothes would be soaked with sweat. If they were not careful while wearing wet clothes and were blown by the cold north wind, they would catch a cold.

Due to long-term malnutrition, everyone's physical condition is very poor, and many people cannot withstand fever and colds.

Many miners have died from fever and cold this winter.

In this way, Zhou Xing and Xiao Liuzi worked for the whole day.

It was 12 o'clock in the middle of the night before we finally finished work and took a break.

These devils really don't treat the miners as human beings. The resting area they provided is as sloppy as it can be.

The casually built thatched hut is where everyone sleeps.

The thatched hut was built carelessly and was drafty everywhere, not much better than sleeping in the open air.

There was no bed in the thatched hut, but hay was spread on the ground.

In such a cold day, there was not even any bedding, so everyone could only cover themselves with hay and hug themselves tightly when sleeping.

In order to be a little warmer, everyone huddled together when sleeping to get the meager heat.

The nights in Northeast China are very cruel, sometimes even 20 to 30 degrees below zero!