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Volume 4 Leviathan 168 Disagreement Part One

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    It was already September, and the scorching sun was scorching the construction site. Even the antiseptic tar applied on the sleepers had turned semi-solid, making squeaking sounds from time to time.  Under this situation, even the supervisor was too lazy to urge the laborers to work. Yu Zhiheng and his companions were squatting in the shade of a tree and eating lunch. Suddenly, he heard someone scolding: "Burmese barbarians, get away!" Yu Zhiheng  Looking up, he saw a Burmese worker with an upper body naked standing five or six meters away from them, with a look of longing on his dusty face.  "Get away, don't stop your grandpa from eating!" Ma Xingxing stood up and cursed. He was doing well these days. Because he could write and do calculations, the supervisors valued him quite a lot and often asked him to do some calculations.  It was an easy job, and I just returned to my team after finishing it.  "Rice, eat!" The Burmese worker stretched out his hands and uttered a few vague words, but judging from his appearance, he should be asking Ma Mars and the others for some rice.  ¡°Get out of here and don¡¯t pee, you deserve to eat rice!¡± Ma Xingxing yelled while picking up a stone on the ground and pretending to throw it.  "Wait a minute!" Yu Zhiheng stood up, reached out to hold Ma Martian, and walked to the Burmese worker, only to find that the man was only fourteen or fifteen years old, a half-grown child. He poured the rice from his bowl into the other man's.  In his hand, he whispered: "Take it and eat it!" The Burmese worker looked at the rice and then at Yu Zhiheng, tears streaming from his eyes. He did not eat, but knelt on the ground and kowtowed twice to Yu Zhiheng, then stood up and  He ran away with the rice in his hands.  "Brother Yu, why did you share the food with that Burmese guy? We don't have enough to eat -" Ma Xingxing was interrupted by Yu Zhiheng when he was halfway through speaking: "Stop talking, he was also raised by his parents.  Humans are not animals. I won't die if I eat less. I just treat him as a good deed. Besides, if you look at him like this, I'm afraid he didn't ask for it for himself!" "Haha!" Ma Xingxing laughed dryly and said nothing.  Yu Zhiheng sat back on his seat. The person next to him moved some rice from his bowl and said with a smile: "Brother Yu, I'll give you some more." "Thank you, but I really don't have much appetite!" Yu  Zhiheng pushed the bowl back: "I just saw that Burmese man like that. He is still a human being!" "What can I do? People have different fates!" Ma Xingxing sighed: "Brother Yu, you pity him, then who else pity him?"  We, we are miserable too! Working hard in the wilderness, sleeping in shacks, dying from the sun during the day and freezing to death at night, we don¡¯t know when it will end!¡± ¡°Yes!¡± ¡°When will it end?  "There was a burst of complaints from the crowd. These people are basically workers from Shanghai. No matter how poor they are in Shanghai, they have seen the most gorgeous and prosperous urban scene in Dashun. They were suddenly thrown into Yunnan and Myanmar.  When building a railway in the poor mountains and rivers of the border, the gap is not small. If it were not for not knowing the surrounding roads and having overseers with guns and ammunition watching, they would probably have escaped a lot.  Yu Zhiheng didn't speak. He frowned, as if he was thinking about some extremely difficult problem. Suddenly he picked up a bowl and scooped out a large bowl of tea soup from the wooden bucket nearby, poured it in, and went to lie down under the shade of a tree.  .  The days in southern Yunnan in September are very long, and it doesn¡¯t get dark until after 7 o¡¯clock. The workers returned to their huts tiredly, and lay down one after another after dinner.  The heavy labor made them fall asleep quickly.  But Ma Mingxing was different. He could write and calculate and he didn't have to do heavy physical labor. When he returned to the shack, he even washed his face and scrubbed his sweat-stained body - this was a trace of his past life.  , began to hesitate whether to sleep in that shack that smelled extremely strong of sweat, and now he began to think about how to get himself a single-person shack.  At this time, Ma Xingxing suddenly saw a sway in the grass not far away, and it was obvious that there was a beast or person inside.  He carefully picked up a stone and threw it into the grass. A scream immediately came from the grass.  "Who is that person? Come out quickly, or I'll call someone!" Ma Xingxing was sure it was a person, and his courage immediately increased.  After a while, a man emerged from the grass, covering his head. He must have been hit by a stone just now.  With the help of the moonlight, Ma Xingxing vaguely recognized the Burmese worker who prayed to them for rice at noon.  "What are you doing here? Thief!" Ma Xingxing became alert, his eyes flashed and he began to look for any sticks around to defend himself.  "No, no!" The Burmese worker waved his hands quickly, looking very nervous. Ma Xingxing raised his voice: "Then what are you doing here? Leave quickly, or I will call the supervisor!" "What's going on?"  Yu Zhiheng's voice came from behind. It turned out that he had been a soldier and had a very light sleep. He was awakened by the voice of Ma Xingxing in the hay shed. He came out to see what happened and happened to meet him.When the Burmese worker saw Yu Zhiheng, he felt as if he had met a relative. He stepped forward and started talking. Yu Zhiheng quickly asked him to slow down. Fortunately, this Burmese worker had been working here for more than a year, and he was able to deal with the supervisor.  I have learned a lot of Chinese vocabulary, although it is a bit confusing, but with the help of hand gestures, I can understand the general idea.  It turned out that this Burmese laborer was from a province called Mon State in southern Myanmar. Suddenly one day soldiers came to the village and said that the village had become the property of the king. They drove them out of the village and set fire to all the houses.  They also deceived them into giving them new land and allowing them to move to a new village.  But in the end they were transported here to work as hard labor.  His sister became seriously ill a few days ago and was lying unconscious on the thatched bed. She only said she wanted to eat some rice, so he had no choice but to beg from Yu Zhiheng.  Not long ago, his sister died, and he was determined to escape from himself and return to his hometown no matter what.  After listening to the Burmese boy's story, Yu Zhiheng couldn't help but sigh and asked in a low voice: "What is your name? Where is your hometown of Mon State? How far is it from here?" "My name is Meng Ka, how old is it?  I don¡¯t know how far it is. I know that it took almost two months to arrive by boat and walk.¡± ¡°Two months?¡± Yu Zhiheng smiled bitterly: ¡°Forget it, Mengka, think about it.  It's a long way, and you only know the name of your hometown. How can you find it? It's better to stay here. If you go back, you will only lose your life!" "No!" Meng Ka shook his head stubbornly: "Stay here.  There is only death, I have no relatives around me anymore, even if I die, I will die on the way home!" Looking at Meng Ka's determined expression, Yu Zhiheng didn't know what to say for a moment. At this time, he couldn't help but think of it!  Without him, this child still has a hometown to return to, but what about himself?  Where is your hometown?  As he said, staying here is also death, so why not die on the way home?  At least there is a glimmer of hope.  "Well, I can only wish you a safe journey!" Yu Zhiheng sighed.  "Thank you for your kindness!" Meng Ka saluted Yu Zhiheng with his hands together, took out a small bag made of banana leaves from his arms, opened it and saw a small ball of hardened white rice inside.  "This is the rice you gave me. Although my sister did not eat it, I am still very grateful to you. A kind person like you will definitely be blessed by the Buddha!" ??At this point, Mengka put the rice back into his hands.  After wrapping it up, he turned around and walked towards the grass.  Seeing the young man's back disappearing in the grass, Yu Zhiheng sighed and walked into the hay shed again, but Ma Xingxing did not do so. He looked at the direction Meng Ka left with flashing eyes, and suddenly turned around in another direction.  Run.  The next morning, as usual, Yu Zhiheng took his wooden bowl and prepared to have breakfast. Suddenly he saw a corpse hanging on the tree by the roadside. However, this was an extremely common thing. The guards often executed Burmese people.  Laborers hung from trees lining the roads to intimidate other workers.  But this time, Yu Zhiheng felt something different. He looked back for a while and found out what was the reason.  The corpse of the worker hanging from the tree was the Burmese boy named Meng Ka last night. At this time, he was covered with scars. It was obvious that he had suffered extremely cruel torture before his death.  "Brother Yu, what's so interesting about this corpse? I feel unappetized so early in the morning. Let's go quickly. Even the porridge will be watery at night." A voice came from behind. Yu Zhiheng turned around and saw Ma Martian.  Standing behind him, he covered his nose with his right hand holding the wooden bowl, his face full of disgust.  "It's Mengka, Mengka was hanged!" Yu Zhiheng's voice was not loud, but it was full of strong emotions, as if something was about to burst out.  "Meng Ka? Who is Meng Ka?" Ma Xingxing looked confused: "Brother Yu, let's go, a Burmese savage, be careful of being exposed to the smell of corpses, and he will get sick if he gets sick!" As he spoke, he wanted to  He stretched out his hand to pull Yu Zhiheng.  Yu Zhiheng took a step back, let go of Ma Xingxing's pull, and whispered: "That's the half-grown child who begged us for food yesterday for his seriously ill sister. The one who said he wanted to escape back to his hometown, he is Mengka!" "Oh!  Oh, I remembered, it's him!" A trace of panic flashed in Ma Xingxing's eyes. He lowered his head and pretended to be sad: "Yes, this kid is quite pitiful, let's go eat.  !" He turned around and left, as if he wanted to escape from something.  Yu Zhiheng looked at Ma Xingxing's strange behavior, and a terrible thought suddenly flashed in his mind. He stepped forward suddenly, grabbed the other person's arm, twisted Ma Xingxing around, and stared into the other person's eyes.  Asked: "Ma Xingxing, did you inform the guard after what happened last night?"
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