"Didn’t you say that the quarry needs people to work and won’t kill people?"

"That’s not killed maybe dead tired? Last year, there was a big accident in the quarry. It seems that the cave collapsed and many people died. "Pingxi said," Who knows if he died? "
"I listen to you as if your father is dead. What do you mean?"
"It’s not the so-called … how can I explain it to you … ah …"
Ping Xi took a few steps in the same place and kicked the kerbside stone, which seemed difficult to speak and unwilling to recall. "… years ago, he was caught in the quarry. When he was first set up, he caught a lot of cheap books. When he was over 12 years old, he was caught in and worked. When my father was taken away, he said to me,’ You just have no father and live a good life by yourself’ …"
"I know, then I want to understand." Jingzhao suddenly grabbed his hand and took him to the depths of the forest.
Ping Xi went into Lin Hao without knowing it, and didn’t stop for a long time. "What do you want to know? You …"
"If your father can do it, then say that there is a way to cross the valley of death and come in from there, so the Yongmen army can’t find it, right?"
"Right … I don’t know."
Jing Zhao didn’t speak again, but took out a small bone flute from his sleeve and blew it on a gloomy day. Na Di was as loud as a bird’s song. But a moment later, a gray bird flew towards them. The bird’s pointed beak and sharp claws looked at it with joy and fear and consciously hid behind Jingzhao.
Who knows that the gray bird actually crashed into Jingzhao after circling several times in the forest.
"Ah this what this what! ……”
Chapter one hundred and seventy-one My wife clearly
Zong Jin didn’t embarrass Xiaoshi again. It’s not a big deal for him to help carry water, so he picked up the bucket and went out to carry water. Some places were far away. Zong Jin ran back and forth for five trips before loading half a tank. He looked at the diligent cleaning of Xiaoshi and estimated that the children would please Liu in this break every day.
At the end of the bucket, Zong Jin heard Liu Guanchang’s voice before entering the door.
"…’ If the stone is lovely in the spring, mother will save enough money to redeem the stone and make a wick cake for it.’"
Zong Jin didn’t go in, but he leaned against the shadow behind the door with a bucket and quietly looked inside.
Stewardess Liu was reading to the little stone with rice paper in his hand. Zong Jin came back just after reading the last sentence. Stewardess Liu folded the letter and put it in his sleeve. "Well, I wrote so much."
"Manager Liu, can I write back to my mother again?" Little Stone was all smiles. "Just say two words of trouble about Manager Liu …"
That steward Liu seems to be a man with a good heart. He looked at the small stone in distress and hesitated for a moment, then sat down at the stone table with a pen. "Can you say a few words? What is it that you are getting more and more delicate to write back every three days?"
Liu steward’s brush head touched the child’s head, and it was still a bit fatherly.
All the people in charge in this quarry are not necessarily bad people; Quarrying in a quarry is not necessarily a good person.
Zong Jin waited silently outside, but didn’t want to destroy this short peace. The little stone happily said "Mother, I miss you so much" and then shook his head and said "Don’t". Children dare not say too much, but they can pick the ones who want to talk about Zong Jin most, and they don’t know where to put their eyes, so they glance at Liu Guanchang’s pen with everything.
Although the distance is not too far apart, he can vaguely see a few words.
But when I looked at him, I suddenly felt something was wrong-the paper was written in some places, but the grass was not like words in some places, like a few strokes at random, so I couldn’t read it.
Soon the letter was finished and Zong Jin coughed, pretending that he had just arrived in the bucket and poured water at the side of the cylinder.
"The day will send you the past; You also don’t come to my place to clean every day, where there are so many places to clean … "Liu steward said deliberately put on a serious look.
Zong Jin secretly glanced at him and watched him fold up the letter he had just written and put it back in his sleeve.
-just write a letter and don’t hang it until the ink dries?
Small stone and said, "Liu steward my mother wrote to me, can you give it to me …"
"Huh?"
Little Stone bowed his head timidly in fear. "I want to take it with me, so …"
"That can’t be done." Manager Liu is getting more and more serious. "You know the rule that letters are not allowed? When the time comes, others will steal your letter and tell you that it will kill me if I give you convenience? "
"No, no, then don’t, don’t." Little Stone hurriedly said, "Thank you, steward Liu …"
"Come on, both of you go out. You should do your work, sleep and sleep. Don’t be old. I don’t know what preferential treatment I will give you back."
Speaking of which, Zongjin and Xiaoshi were kicked out.
Seeing Zong Jin’s dignified little stone, he said that he was not happy to fetch water for others. "If you are a good steward for two days, Liu will write to your family for you."
"Oh, really?" Zong Jin should consciously "I know"
If you really send a letter for Xiaoshi with a letter, why doesn’t Manager Liu give it to Xiaoshi? If you are afraid of knowing that Xiaoshi comes to clean for him every day, who will not know?
Zongjin didn’t tell Xiaoshi that there were many doubts in it.
At night, Sany and Xiaoshi went to have a rest. Zong Jin still didn’t stop working. He kept knocking on Baishi with a pickaxe in his hand. Many people like him kept silent and concentrated on their work, and no one would notice him.
But he doesn’t want to do more work with a full stomach-although his hands are working, his eyes are always fixed on Liu’s steward’s residence
These people live in the quarry for twelve hours a day, and take three days off. That’s why steward Liu has something to do to deliver letters to Xiaoshi.
He stared at it and it was out of date.
People in the quarry have a loud knock on the stone.
Abruptly, someone in charge Liu’s house came out and poured a pot of something into the waste pit. Zong Jin secretly said "Come" in his heart, and then he mined the stone more vigilantly until the charge Liu’s house was closed again before he lost his hand. The pickaxe will knock the stone pile and Xiao Mu will push it to the waste side.
Late at night is the time when the manager is sleepy.
Zong Jin ran very smoothly to the vicinity of the waste pit, first poured the waste into it in a pretentious way, and then slowly climbed into the pit while the four of them were handcuffed, which was in the way, especially when he heard it, and he was frightened for fear of being noticed that he was "trying to do something wrong"
Fortunately, people patrol around here, and no one pays attention to whether anyone in the waste pit is Zong Jin, so he leans over and finds it in piles of waste.
Soon he found it-two pieces of crumpled writing paper.
By the thin moonlight, he carefully unfolded the letter paper and carefully looked at what was written inside. However, if he predicted it correctly, the first letter was a letter written by the so-called mother to Xiaoshi, which was not even a little different from what steward Liu said, but some parts were also scrawled and messy, and the second letter was a reply from Xiaoshi. After carefully reading the letter, Zong Jin couldn’t write a word.
Little Stone Niang never received a letter from Little Stone; Similarly, Xiaoshixin never left the quarry.
Zong Jin put both letters in his skirt and climbed back along the original road. He poked his head out of the waste pit and first looked around. Someone noticed this side and then looked at Liu Guanwu’s room-the oil lamp was still on.
He pushed the Xiao Mu car directly to the front of Liu Guanwu’s house.
He knocked on the door, and there came the unpleasant voice of Manager Liu. "What is it?"
Zong Jin lowered his voice and deliberately said rudely, "The new arrivals are making trouble. I’ll come and report one."
Followed by footsteps inside ZongJin warily to hide next to hide in the door opened the instantaneous he hands in the air directly to the other party neck hug liu steward to call all came by thick chains around the throat; Zongjin directly bumped into him and knocked him back into the house, then hooked his legs and closed the door.
"Ahem … you … ahem …" "Don’t ask me something" Zong Jin said quickly, "If you don’t cooperate, I’ll kill you"