Chapter 44: Revenge of the Chinese Workers
When a person is unlucky, he can choke to death even if he drinks cold water.
Although Fang Zhanbo didn't know how he would die, he knew that he was extremely unlucky.
He was born into the Fang family of Tongcheng. His ancestor was Fang Yizhi, one of the four young masters. Logically speaking, he also had a family tradition of learning, but according to ancestral rules, the children of the Fang family were not allowed to take up official positions.
If you don't want to be an official, then don't be one. But you have to pass the imperial examination to get a good reputation.
After passing the imperial examination at the age of sixteen, Fang Zhanbo originally planned to stay at home for the rest of his life, inherit his family's knowledge, and have children.
His life was supposed to be spent like this, but he never expected that the Taiping rebels from Guangxi would go south along the Yangtze River. That day, when he and his servant went to visit a friend, they unexpectedly encountered the Taiping rebels on the way.
Then, he became a long-haired man without knowing what was going on. Fortunately, he could read, otherwise he might have become cannon fodder and died somewhere. He was lucky enough to get in, and he was still wondering if this was the rhythm of a meteoric rise.
But he never expected that everyone in the East Palace was killed overnight. Fortunately, he saw the opportunity and escaped quickly, otherwise he would have lost his life.
He had just surrendered to the government army with others, and before he could even dream of returning home, he became the legendary "piglet" and was sold onto a ship by the government army. He then crossed the sea to Brazil and became a "contract worker".
Where is Brazil?
Even if it was a family tradition, Fang Zhanbo didn't know about it.
Life in the Qing Dynasty was not easy, and life as a "contract worker" was even harder. In the blink of an eye, he had spent nearly four years here, eating sweet potatoes and drinking dirty water every day. The young master of the Fang family, who had never suffered since childhood, could now eat such food with relish. There was nothing he could do, he was hungry!
Others were like this, too, like his fellow villager Li Gousheng, who sighed as he ate:
"Master Fang, we have a good meal here. Not only can we eat our fill, but we can also have a piece of meat every day. In the Qing Dynasty, we could even have sweet potatoes, not to mention meat. It was all God's blessing..."
That's it... When I was at home, I had white rice for every meal!
Although he said so, Fang Zhanbo also knew that in terms of food, the food here was indeed good. There were plenty of sweet potatoes and meat every day, while in the Qing Dynasty, even small landlords might not be able to eat meat every day.
But the problem is that those supervisors don't treat people as human beings. Even if they treat them as mules, they can't whip them every day. If they whip them, their skin will be torn into pieces.
"I will die here sooner or later, I will die here sooner or later..."
As he spoke, Fang Zhanbo once again looked out in despair, looking at the sky full of stars, muttering to himself.
When will this day end?
I can't see the end at a glance. I guess it will be the end when I die...
Suddenly, a series of violent explosions sounded from the supervisor's dormitory. The light of the explosions illuminated half the sky red, and at the same time, gunshots rang out.
"What's wrong? What's wrong?"
"What are you talking about? Look over there, it's exploded! It must be the gunpowder magazine!"
"You're wrong. What was bombed was where those 'bastards' lived."
"Bastards? It would be better if all those bastards were blown to death..."
The so-called "bastards" are actually mixed-race children. Their fathers are white and their mothers are often black slaves. Milk plus coffee becomes milk tea. However, in the eyes of the Chinese in the mines, white people are not as cruel as the bastards. When those bastards beat people up, they will beat them to death.
In the eyes of the bastards, they, the Chinese, are even worse than the black slaves. Black slaves are the property of their masters, and their death is a loss. But it is different for the Chinese. Once they die, they are dead.
"Look, who is that? That guy is, is..."
"It's Wang Dewen and the others!"
"Yes, it's that kid, and the others. Why are they back? And Chen Er..."
Although he didn't know Wang Dewen, Chen Er and the others, Fang Zhanbo had heard of them. How did they come back?
"They've come back to save us!"
In an instant, the shed became noisy. The Chinese workers, who seemed to have been tamed by whips and sticks in the past, suddenly became excited.
"Brothers, grab your weapons and kill all those foreign devils!"
Without any hesitation, the Chinese workers who had been oppressed and abused for four years immediately turned into a group of angry bulls. They rushed out with wooden sticks and shovels, rushing towards the supervisors, even though the supervisors had foreign guns in their hands.
Some people fell down amid the gunfire, but the Chinese workers rushed towards the bullets as if they were risking their lives.
After a few gunshots, the Chinese workers rushed over, like a group of tigers, hitting the supervisors with sticks and shovels. In just a moment, the supervisors and guards on duty in the mine area fell to the ground, and soon they were breathing less and breathing more. After a while, their bones were broken and they became a pile of bloody rotten meat. But even so, the bullied and abused Chinese workers still did not let these people go. While cursing these bastards, they used shovels to shovel the rotten meat into meat paste. The flesh and blood of the dead were thrown everywhere. For a time, the mine was full of broken limbs and body parts.
The crazy and mad Chinese workers did not stop their actions, but continued to look for the fish that had escaped the net. Soon, all the white or mixed-race supervisors and guards were beaten to death.
“Mercy, mercy…”
Kneeling on the ground, Franco looked at Fang Zhanbo who was rushing towards him in despair, but his pleading did not win any mercy. Fang Zhanbo directly hit him on the head with a wooden stick.
With a "bang", the head split like a ripe watermelon, and red and white splattered everywhere.
"I'll forgive you, but you've forgiven us before..."
Repay kindness with kindness and repay complaints with justice, this is the justice of the world.
Of course, those traitors and black people who assisted the evil were also pulled out, dragged to the gold mine, and pushed into the crocodile pool on the side. The awakened crocodiles immediately rushed over to bite the food that was delivered to their doorstep. For the hungry crocodiles, the people thrown over from the gold mine were their food.
"forgive me……"
"Have mercy..."
Their prayers and cries did not bring any sympathy. When they tried to escape, they were naturally beaten with sticks. However, after a short while, there was no one left standing in the crocodile pool. There were only bursts of miserable howling. Only at this time did their agitated mood calm down. Suddenly, someone burst into tears.
"Brother Xu, you see, these bastards were thrown in to feed the fish..."
"Brother Chen..."
Under the starlight, the Chinese workers who had gained freedom showed no joy on their faces, only unspeakable pain...
