Chapter 109 The General is dying of sickness

The guard had a black face, "This can't be done, if you can't pick it, then pick less, just pick half a bucket, I can't make the decision."

Murong Zhining and Cai Sang returned to the camp tent after a day of picking dung and water, and collapsed on their beds in exhaustion. By nightfall, the men in the tent were in high spirits, where they were loudly telling yellow jokes and talking about all sorts of unpleasant topics.

A man with a thick voice said, "This Ding Peng is not recruiting, he is using the name of recruiting to get us to help him sell our lives. We eat the food of pigs and dogs and do the work of cows and horses, but the pay and money for laborers all goes into his pocket. Is there any king's law left in this Huayan?"

A thin voice sighed, "Be content, I, Wu Fucai, do the same work as you guys, and have to be tortured by that perverted General Song. That son of a bitch not only beat me with a whip, but he also tortured me to death. For fuck's sake, I wa