Nine, Three Rat Body Caught in the Tiger's Mouth
In the darkness, a few black shadows suddenly appeared and pounced on the three teenagers. Before they could call out to their parents, their backs were cut with hands and their mouths were gagged with a towel. Their mouths were torn open and three or four sleeping pills were stuffed into their throats. Their mouths were also sealed tightly with tape. Their hands and feet were tied up with ropes. They were like little lambs and put into their pockets. They were carried away on a van. Little did they know that the three rats had long been targeted by this group of human traffickers. They opened their devil-like bloody mouths and waited for them at all times. Every move of the three rats was under their control. They just didn't have the chance to make a move. This evening, when they went out, this naturally became their bag. Therefore, they sold them to a black brick kiln in Sun Tribe City for 600 yuan each to do hard labor. It was already four o'clock in the morning when their sleeping pills were over."Ouch-what is this place?”He felt like he was lying somewhere, and his vision was pitch-black. At the same time, there was also an unpleasant smell. Hoodlum became alert, but he still shouted in a low voice,"" Qiang, Dong, hello!" Ah Fei remembered what happened last night. At this moment, a few dogs barked and wolves howled outside, followed by a rough voice."Who's the one who's shouting? I'll tear your mouth apart!" Following the sound, a torchlight flashed in front of his eyes, and he heard the sound of unlocking. The door creaked open. The lights in the room were turned on. Hoodlum saw that it was a simple shed made of cow felt. It was about 20 square meters, and there were 20 to 30 adults and children sleeping in it. At this moment, a fierce-looking guy stood at the door and said sternly,"You little brat, you shouted at the ball before! Hehe, you must have just arrived last night. If not, I would have beaten you up with a stun baton to make you call out for your father and mother!”One of the adults in the shed said,"Let him go. He's just a child who has just arrived. He's not sensible." You can go now. We're going to rest." "Cough, cough, achoo!" "Cough, cough, cough!" Someone in the shed coughed deliberately. This was Qiang and Little Dong. They were hinting to the rat: " Chirp, chirp, chirp, we're here-" This was considered a silent signal transmission. However, it still provoked the watchdog's scolding."Hmph, hmph, which two sons of bitches are acting strange again! I'll beat you to death, son of a b * tch! "If you make another sound-" he threatened. The public shed was completely silent at the moment. The three rats were trembling in fear. It took a while for the storm to calm down. Someone whispered into Hoodlum's ear,""The people who come here will never be able to turn over a new leaf. No one could run out, and no one would get paid! Since he was already here, he would take it as it was and cross the river by feeling the stones.
This black brick kiln was built on the hillside. Three sides were earth hills and one side was the exit. The exit was blocked by wolfdogs, and the supervisor and contractor also lived at the exit. Usually, as long as the door was locked, the supervisor would be able to see the situation of the entire kiln at a glance. The brick kiln was a brick kiln without a business license, a resource license, and a tax license. Since it was a three-no brick kiln, why did it exist? This was the power of the Sun Tribe's current system. More importantly, a kiln factory was multi-functional. Even the local governor's cronies had hidden shares. The kiln factory was mainly divided into two parts: the engine room and the kiln. The components of the machine room included drawing, cutting, launching, opening vacuum, opening mud cylinder, cleaning the machine room, loading soil, powder coal cinders, adding coal cinders, and machine maintenance. The kiln: enter the kiln, load the kiln, exit the kiln, burn the kiln, beat the kiln dust, and collect the red. The production site was very simple and crude, and the production conditions were extremely backward. It required a lot of labor. Because of this, child labor became a hot commodity for them. This was especially true for students who had run away from home. They were a low-cost producer who did not need to pay any wages. The main reason was that they were small and easy to manage. There were hundreds of people working hard in this black brick kiln, and half of them were students aged 10 to 17. Most of them were high school students who had run away from home. Most of these children were tricked or forced into cars by human traffickers at train stations, bus stations, under overpasses, by the roadside, and sold to the black brick kiln factory for a few hundred yuan. The children who were tricked into working in the black brick kiln worked more than 14 hours a day, and they were not allowed to eat their fill. If they slacked off at any time, they would be hit by the bricks that the supervisor casually picked up. Then, they would pick up a rag and wrap it up before continuing to work. If some children were beaten to the point where they could not heal themselves or their injuries worsened and were on the verge of death, the black-hearted foreman and kiln owner would bury them alive. Huang San 'er, a 17-year-old boy, was severely scalded while working as a coolie in the black kiln.
Their working hours were 10 to 15 hours a day. In order to prevent these children from quitting, the boss kept their ID cards and bank cards and confiscated their mobile phones in addition to the year-end salary. His methods were so cunning and vicious that it was too tragic to look at. 0-2 rest days of " full-load " labor was a must. Their young bodies bear the heavy workload that even adults can't bear.
The slave owners and supervisors did not treat the child slaves as humans at all. They were even worse than pigs and dogs. They did not have enough food for three meals and were often abused. Many of them were beaten until they were disabled, and those who were on the verge of death were buried alive. This was not the behavior of one or two black-hearted tyrants, but a common phenomenon. A room of more than ten square meters could accommodate 20 to 30 people, and they had to take turns sleeping. Some had two or three layers, while others had no beds and slept on bricks. Some of the straw was covered with a straw mat, some of the straw mats were piled with some broken cotton wool, and the rest of the straw mats did not even have broken cotton wool. When he asked Boss Bao why he didn't see the quilt, Boss Bao said," I'm used to it, and I'll sleep even if I don't have a quilt.”
There was usually only a wooden bucket for washing face and a toilet bowl for defecating in the room. There was no place to bathe, and she was dirty and smelly.
These black-hearted labor supervisors also raised a group of vicious thugs. First, they cheated the trust of the migrant workers from other places, then they forced the migrant workers to work. The children were among them. Every morning at five o'clock, after a sharp whistle blew on the bed, the supervisor would shout with a whip,"Wake up, wake up! This group of lazy pigs and little brats, if you don't get up, I'll break your legs!”" Son of a b * tch, if you don't get up soon, you'll have to drink pigwash."" Qiang, Dong, hurry up, or you'll be beaten up." Dozens of exhausted and scarred migrant workers and students from other places started work at 5 am and worked until 1 am before letting them go to bed. The place where they slept was a dark room without a bed, only a brick floor covered with straw mats. There was no fire in the dark room in winter. The thugs locked them in the dark room like they were herding livestock and locked them from the inside. The 30 people could only sleep on the floor with their backs against the ground. There were three thugs and three wolfhounds patrolling outside the door. Three meals a day were steamed buns and cold water. There were no vegetables, and each meal had to be finished within 15 minutes.
It was time to go to work. Little Dong was young and was arranged to pick up bricks. He had to slow down." Hurry up. I think you're a one-step cow." If you don't whip him, he won't move."Therefore, the supervisor raised his whip and started to whip him. Little Dong held his head with his hands and received a few more whips. Little Dong was beaten until he crouched down, and that guy kicked him again, until Little Dong cried and rolled on the ground. Ah Qiang, who was digging, raised the hoe in his hand. Before he could rush over, he was already knocked down by the supervisor's baton and was beaten up. Hoodlum was pulling bricks with a car, followed by a whip."Little bastard, you're like a duck. Only when you're whipped can you walk faster.”He struggled to pull the cart full of bricks. He was working hard, and the belt on his shoulder was deeply embedded in his flesh, but the cart kept spinning in place. It was obvious that the weight was far beyond what he could bear. Occasionally, he would raise his head, and his young face was filled with unspeakable sadness and resentment. "Why are you hitting people like this?”Hoodlum, who was pulling bricks, saw this and desperately tried to save Little Dong, but it was useless. He was stopped by the supervisor with a baton. Another kiln worker was a little slow. The foreman next to him picked up a few bricks and smashed them on his head. These wolf-like kiln owners and labor supervisors seemed to want to tame the new kiln workers through such devilish torture, turning them into numb and obedient slaves…When they were tortured, these migrant workers did not resist, nor did they dare to escape. They were at their mercy.
On that day, the three rats were all beaten black and blue. One of them was a 15-year-old mentally retarded child. What was his name?，He didn't even know his parents 'names and hometown. These guys didn't even let a mentally retarded person off. That day, they were hit in the head by a shovel and fainted on the spot. The next day, they died in a dark room. Several thugs wrapped the body in plastic and buried it in a nearby barren mountain.
As long as the migrant workers were slow, they would be mercilessly beaten by the thugs. The thugs forced the migrant workers into the kiln to carry the bricks that had not yet cooled down, and their bodies were burned. Because they did not have work clothes, they were still wearing the clothes they had worn more than a year ago. Most of them did not have shoes, and their feet were mostly burned by the hot brick kiln. Because they hadn't taken a bath, cut their hair, or brushed their teeth for a year and a half, they all had long hair, unkempt beards, and a foul smell. The dirt on their bodies was as thick as copper coins and could be scraped off with a knife.
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