In the evening, Jiapigou and the old camp.
The gold mining factory of Mantetsu Co., Ltd. is located.
As the location of "China's No. 1 Gold Mine", the gold resources in Laoyingpan were wiped out by gold prospectors more than ten years ago.
The era of alluvial gold, which once saw "every day making money", has basically come to an end, and has entered the era of alluvial gold.
Nowadays, the Manchurian Railway Co., Ltd., which controls the mining rights of Jiapigou gold mine, directs workers to mine the gold in the mountains in places such as Erdaohezi, Wangba Neck, Sandaocha, and Sidacha, which are deeper in the mountains. The ore is then brought to the smelting plant in Laoyingpan for refining.
It was the end of the day, and mining teams from different directions were pushing and carrying back the gold ore collected today.
After transporting all the gold mines to special storage points, Chinese workers lined up one by one in the square.
Afterwards, hundreds of workers took off their clothes and threw them into the basket in front of them, regardless of how cold the weather was, revealing their already very thin bodies.
Several Japanese workers carried high-pressure water cannons and began to rinse the stripped Chinese workers. Others checked the clothes in the basket one by one.
The reason why the Japanese do this is to prevent someone from hiding gold.
As for whether there will be any problems if cold water is poured on people outdoors in such cold weather?
This is not something the Japanese consider.
After rinsing for a long time and confirming that there was nothing left on these workers, the Japanese supervisors allowed them to wear their own clothes.
After the crowd dispersed, two figures lay on the ground. They lay in the cold water, trembling uncontrollably, and the surface of their bodies became extremely pale due to hypothermia. They looked almost no different from dead people.
However, the workers around them turned a blind eye. They looked for their clothes in the basket with numb faces, and put them on without caring about the water stains on their bodies.
Then, they huddled in groups next to the smelting workshop, relying on the temperature radiating from the workshop to keep warm.
The Japanese workers carrying the water guns continued to use the water guns to hit the two people on the ground. When they saw that they still did not stand up, they put down the water guns and stepped forward to drag the two people to the corner of the factory.
During the dragging process, the breath of the two people was completely cut off.
However, these Japanese workers did not say that they would just let the two bodies go.
They first checked their mouths and anuses, then took out short knives and slit their throats, chests and abdomen.
After cutting out the intestines and abdomen of the two men and checking them to confirm that there was no gold inside, several Japanese workers threw the bodies of the two men into the slag pile nearby, where they would be dumped together tomorrow.
Several Japanese workers covered in blood walked back to the small square with joking expressions and used high-pressure water cannons to briefly clean the blood on their bodies.
A flash of bright red spread across the water in the square.
Soon, it was frozen by the icy cold wind. At a glance, it looked like a ferocious and twisted painting.
Hundreds of workers next to the workshop faced such a bloody scene, but no one reacted.
Except for one or two pairs of eyes that occasionally glanced at the two dying people in the square and showed a little pity, the rest looked at the other end of the factory with dull eyes.
There is a place for food.
In the past, these workers came to work in the Jiapigou Gold Mine with hopes and were attracted by the high wages offered by the Japanese.
However, when they came here, they realized what kind of hell they had entered.
Those vicious Japanese supervisors forced them to work from dawn to dusk every day, and would humiliate and scold them wantonly if they didn't go their way at all.
After hard work, all they could eat was some bran porridge, steamed buns and the like, which didn't even fill their stomachs.
As for the high wages mentioned before, they were all deducted by the supervisors for various reasons.
The workers are treated like cattle and horses here, but they don't get even the slightest reward.
Even leaving is a luxury.
When they were recruited, they were tricked into signing an extremely unequal labor contract. If they wanted to leave midway, they had to compensate the Japanese a large sum of money.
How can laborers like them, who sell their labor, afford such a huge ransom fee?
At the beginning, some people had the idea of escape, but in the face of heavily guarded and heavily armed Japanese overseers and garrison troops, these people were all captured and tortured to death in public.
Day after day, the spiritual will of these hundreds of workers has been completely worn away, and they can almost no longer be called human beings.
Those emotions for the same kind have almost completely disappeared from their minds, just like their lives will gradually be wasted in this man-eating gold mine.
It didn't take long for a few Japanese people to come out with a few boxes containing steamed buns. Finally, there was a little bit of emotion in the eyes of these workers.
"Crackling"
The Japanese smashed the coarse grains in the baskets at the workers like chicken chow, laughing and enjoying the scene of the workers fighting for food.
After throwing away all the cornbread in the basket, they left.
Next, they will also have dinner.
Compared with these workers, their dinner is naturally much better, including fragrant rice, miso soup, meat, etc.
The workers next to the workshop were nibbling cold and hard steamed buns and smelling the aroma wafting from the Japanese cafeteria, making bursts of unexplained sobs from their mouths.
They have been here for so long that many of them can no longer even speak.
The steamed buns were dry and hard to swallow, so many people simply lay down on the ground and drank from the puddle of sewage on the ground that had not yet frozen.
Such a scene looks as if these workers are really a group of animals dressed in clothes.
A few dozen meters away, in the Japanese kitchen separated by a wall, several chefs were carefully preparing Japanese dinners.
The drawers of rice were brought out and cut into even small pieces. The miso soup that had been simmering for a long time in the large pot was almost ready. After the chef took a taste, he was ready to make it.
The weather was cold, the kitchen was filled with mist, and no one noticed that a pile of powder fell on the roof into the pot of miso soup.
As the soup boiled and rolled, the powder quickly blended into the soup.
The unaware chef began to distribute the dinner as usual, which ones were given to the turrets outside, and which ones were reserved for the people inside the factory. The arrangements were clear and obvious.
Soon, the Japanese workers in the factory and the Japanese soldiers stationed around them happily started to eat dinner.
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