After all, Old Zhengtou was the eldest among these people. He did not have the impulsiveness of these young people. After another long sigh, he frowned and said: "We people can't kill people and set fire. If we die, we won't be able to see our ancestors." But now we can’t survive like this, I see…”
Before he finished speaking, a scream suddenly came from the courtyard gate.
Everyone in the room immediately numbed their paws when they heard the sound.
"Yes, are you a salt soldier?"
"The news must have been leaked and Dou Laogou's people found out!"
Before they could finish their words, someone kicked open the broken door of Lao Zheng's house. Under the moonlight, several wolf-like men broke in with sticks and chains and arrested anyone they saw.
The woman with the head of Lao Zheng was held on the ground by these people, her old bark-like face was pressed to the soil, and her gray hair was spread out like dead branches and leaves, which was extremely desolate.
When Old Zheng saw his wife in such misery, he shouted: "What are you doing? Why are you arresting people?"
Unexpectedly, as soon as he finished speaking, a big man wearing a uniform with the word "salt" came up and punched him in the chest with a ferocious smile, making Old Zheng even coughing was a luxury, and tears flowed down his face unsatisfactorily.
After the big man beat Lao Zheng, he saw that everyone had been controlled by his men, except for the two guys who were holding Lao Zheng's head and the woman who had not been chained up. He slapped the two of them on the head and cursed: "Little Ding Er. I ran away under your noses, and now you can't even look down on an old woman. What's the use of you bunch of trash? I'll just send him to the stove to be salted some other day!"
The two men were startled, and quickly kicked the old woman's knees, and when she fell to the ground again, they locked her with a chain.
The big man looked around coldly, said nothing, and escorted everyone out with a wave of his hand.
At this time, in the Dou family's courtyard, torches illuminated the courtyard like daylight.
Just now, more than 20 people in Old Zheng's home had their hair messed up and tied to pillars in the courtyard.
The pillar was black and red in the light of the fire, and it was clear at a glance that countless people had been tortured to death on it.
Director Dou was holding a tea cup and sitting in the courtyard looking at everyone with a lack of interest.
After taking a sip of tea, he said slowly: "Old Zheng, it's so late, and so many young people are staying at your house, what are you discussing?"
Lao Zheng had been whipped until he was about to die. Hearing this, he struggled to raise his head and said: "Reporting to Director Dou, several young men are at my house to discuss the recent drop in the price of salt."
Director Dou was a little surprised by his directness. The next second he stood up from his seat and went to Old Zhengtou: "Why are we discussing these things? Is this what you cooks should think about?"
Old Zhengtou laughed miserably and said: "Mr. Dou, the price of salt used to be more than three cents per catty, which was almost unbearable for everyone. Now it has been reduced to two cents per catty. Aren't you going to force us to wait?"
Director Dou shook his head: "You don't understand the situation. I will announce tomorrow that the more work you do, the more you will get. If you dry more salt, you will not only be able to make up for the fall in salt prices, but you will also earn more than in previous years. This The truth is so simple, why don’t you people understand it?”
"Spit..." Suddenly, a young cook next to Old Zheng spitted on the silk robe of Chief Dou and cursed: "Old thief Dou, in our restaurant, which one can only rest for two hours a day?" , except for these two hours, we don’t even dare to leave the kitchen to eat or poop. Just like this, you still lower the price of salt. Has your conscience been eaten by a dog? "
"asshole!"
"Be bold!"
"How dare you insult the field director!"
"You kid want to die, don't you?"
At this time, someone came forward to help Director Dou wipe the thick phlegm on his robe, but Director Dou refused.
He unbuttoned the cloth one by one, then picked up the silk robe and gently wiped the blood from the forehead of the young cook.
People in a courtyard couldn't figure out what was wrong with him, and suddenly Director Dou laughed and said, "You said you have been busy for so many years, have you ever seen such slippery silk?"
The young Zao Ding looked at him blankly, not knowing what he meant.
The silk robe brushed against his face, and the silky touch made the young man realize for the first time that the clothes worn by rich people were actually so smooth, smoother than the body of a newly married wife.
Suddenly, he said "Uh", his eyes widened, and he looked at Director Dou in disbelief.
Chief Dou was no longer as amiable as before, and he covered the cook's mouth and nose with his silk robe in a ferocious manner.
Zao Ding struggled wildly. Chief Dou first used one hand, then he used both hands...
Gradually, the young cook stopped struggling, and just like that, he was covered to death by Chief Dou with a silk robe in full view of the public.
Director Dou gradually calmed down, and his ferocious face gradually turned into an amiable one. He smiled and said to the people around him: "Poor guy, he has never worn silk in his life. Go ahead, wrap him in this silk and bury him." !”
The people around him, including those soldiers whose hands were stained with blood, couldn't help but feel chills when they saw this scene!
After the body of the young Zao Ding was dragged away, Director Dou turned to Old Zheng and asked, "What were you discussing just now?"
Old Zheng was inexplicably horrified, but he had been humble all his life, and he didn't want to bow his head anymore this time.
The death of the young Zao Ding just now seemed to have no way to touch him, because he knew that he would die anyway, one would be beaten to death, and the other would starve to death with the whole family, so it would be better to simply be beaten to death. .
At least, maybe his death will make these bitches feel a little afraid.
Director Dou saw that he was silent, so he smiled and said: "Old Zheng, logically speaking, you are also an old man in our teahouse. I know that young people will listen to you, how about it? As long as you promise not to take the lead in making trouble, I will give you a guaranteed position in the coming year!"
Old Zhengtou laughed miserably when he heard this: "What? Bao Zheng? Bao Zheng? Are you going to protect these bastards who are riding on our heads?"
"Bah! Even if I die today, I won't let you guys have your way!"
The kitchen workers who were tied up around them were all the real leaders in the hearts of the kitchen workers in the tea farm.
They saw that the oldest, Lao Zheng, was so strong-willed. He was cowering just now because his companions were killed. At this moment, they suddenly disappeared. They stood up and roared: "Even if I die today, I won't let you guys have their way! "
When Director Dou saw this, he was not angry but smiled and said: "Okay, okay!"
After speaking, he pursed his lips and said: "Put Old Zhengtou's old wife on the beach!"
The so-called planting on the beach actually means inserting a person upside down in the sand of the beach and suffocating him alive. This kind of lynching is often used in saltworks to punish disobedient cooks.
When Old Zhengtou heard this, his eyes were about to split and he said: "The surnamed Dou is responsible for everyone's work. It will not bring harm to the family, so let her go!"
Director Dou seemed to have lost interest in talking at this moment. He waved his hand and said, "Push them all into the water prison first. Let me talk about it when I remember one day!"
