Rebirth: My Dear Little Wife Is So Scheming

Chapter 313 - 313 313 Roasting Fire

?Chapter 313: Chapter 313: Roasting Fire Chapter 313: Chapter 313: Roasting Fire An Zhiyuan and the others quickly nodded, and Old Hu headed to He Weng and said, “Xiaohe, you take them to move the stuff, I’ll go cook for Shuisheng, don’t be lazy!”

He Weng nodded, loudly agreeing, “Yes!”

Shuisheng entered the kitchen and stood at the kitchen door, smoking a cigarette as he watched the few men outside working earnestly, transferring the food from the truck inside.

They were indeed working hard.

Old Hu had already stoked the fire and started rolling dough.

Soon, Old Hu had a bowl of steaming noodles ready, with two plump white eggs nestled inside.

“Eat up, I’ll go carry the goods.” Old Hu brought the bowl over to Shuisheng.

With a wave of his benevolent large hand, Shuisheng said, “Forget it, you’re already so old! Sit down and chat with me, let the young ones do the work.” Considering the bowl of noodles, Shuisheng was generously lenient this time.

Old Hu quickly thanked him, sat by the stove, and chatted intermittently with Shuisheng.

It was a rare moment of rest.

Meanwhile, He Weng and An Zhiyuan each hoisted a bag of flour. He Weng whispered, “Instructor An, how did you get here?” This was truly a surprise; he never expected An Zhiyuan to come—this was Bai Xiao’s fiancé.

An Zhiyuan glanced at He Weng! The first time he saw this He Weng! The lad was rather thin and frail, shy, and hardly spoke a word! The only reason He Weng left an impression was the way he looked at Bai Xiao, a gaze full of adoration from an admirer.

That gaze held infinite gratitude, admiration, and respect, which he still remembered vividly to this day.

Now though, He Weng looked much thinner than before, his face the hue of malnutrition, and his body stooped, clearly showing the fatigue of hard labor.

“Bai Xiao received your telegram, we are here to investigate the situation!” Lifting a bag, covering his mouth just right! No one could see that An Zhiyuan was speaking.

He Weng also lifted a bag of flour, “This place is a black coal kiln. The boss deceives farmers into working here, doesn’t pay them, and they can’t even think about leaving. Simply put, it’s unpaid labor. If someone dies, they just bury them in an abandoned coal mine, without anyone ever knowing. It’s even worse than slavery in the past.” He Weng finally saw hope, he hadn’t expected Sally to actually send the telegram.

Moreover, she came so quickly.

But for An Zhiyuan and these two to come in so rashly was akin to delivering themselves to death; with so many thugs around, three soldiers would hardly be feared, and there was no guarantee they wouldn’t be silenced.

After all, these men engaged in heinous acts that couldn’t be let out; if discovered, they would only take more drastic measures.

“You shouldn’t have come in like this! Security here is tight; it’s hard to escape. You should have called the police. Bringing the police along would have been much better than trying to rescue us alone.” He Weng was frustrated, knowing that three people couldn’t stand against dozens, and the outcome would definitely not be favorable.

He had imagined the rescue scene to involve hundreds of police rushing in, surrounding the place, these men quietly surrendering without resistance, effectively caught in one swoop, getting them rescued, not like now, fraught with trepidation.

Three people, how inconspicuous they were!

“Don’t be afraid, we brought people, but they are nearby, we are here to scout the enemy situation. What equipment and weapons do they have here!” An Zhiyuan wasn’t clear about the actual situation here.

Upon hearing this, He Weng felt relieved; so there was backup after all!

That’s good!

He finally felt relieved.

“These people usually carry clubs, machetes, and big ferocious dogs; I haven’t seen them use any other weapons. There are about thirty enforcers split into two patrols that operate non-stop day and night. No one here can escape!” He Weng reported the situation that he had observed over the past six months.

An Zhiyuan nodded, placed the sack of flour in the storeroom, and the two of them walked outside, one after the other.

As they passed by the kitchen, Shuisheng yelled impatiently, “Hurry up, don’t waste time, you must move everything after I finish this bowl of rice.”

He Weng nodded and bowed repeatedly, “Yes! Big brother, right away, very quickly.”

An Zhiyuan and the others then shared what they had learned. Essentially, they understood that about a hundred people, mostly countryside villagers tricked here under the guise of employment, were confined here. Many of them were illiterate, thinking they came here to make money, only to find out that there was no pay at all and no way to leave once they had arrived.

This was a wolf’s den, unless you died here, almost no one who tried to escape met with a good fate.

However, they also noticed that the people here were like the dregs of society—thugs holding control over a small coal mine. Legitimate coal miners wouldn’t dare to risk their lives in such small mines where safety equipment was lacking and accidents were common—big mines barely had enough workers, let alone people flocking to a smaller, riskier mine.

It seemed that the coal mine owner had a sinister plan, luring these villagers from the countryside since they were unfamiliar with the area. Once trapped here, cut off from the outside world, no one knew their whereabouts; they were essentially neither seen in life nor found in death.

Moreover, many villagers simply vanished without a trace, not knowing how or where to report the disappearance.

Just like that, people disappeared without a clear reason.

An Zhiyuan and his group quickly finished moving the items.

Shuisheng had finished his noodles, touched his warm belly contentedly, and waved at them grandly.

“Let’s go, follow me.”

An Zhiyuan stepped forward, “Big brother, let’s not go, shall we? We’ve been outside moving things around in the cold. Wouldn’t it be nice to warm up here by the kitchen fire?” He walked over to the stove within two steps.

Shuisheng sneered and grabbed the poker.

“You new son of a bitch, you think you can warm up by this stove? Get the hell out of here now.” Newcomers always need a harsh beating to settle down, initially thinking this place is a legitimate work site.

An Zhiyuan smiled, stretched out his hands, and warmed them by the stove, “Come on, everyone come in and warm up by the stove, this weather is just unbearably cold.”

He Weng didn’t move, while the other two squeezed in.

Old Hu sensed something was wrong, leaned back against the wall, crouched down, clutching his head, and positioned himself beside a table, ready to dive underneath it for protection should a fight break out.

Seeing the other two also coming in, Shuisheng waved his stick and struck towards the two guys, wildly swinging.

“You bastards, still daring not to listen to me. Well, I’ll show you who’s the boss here.”

He was especially brutal, not treating the recruited individuals as humans at all.

After all, even if he killed someone, he could just dump the body down the abandoned mine shaft.