In the underground gang, a group of hard workers were carrying stone bricks on their shoulders, carrying back and forth. Beads of sweat as big as soybeans remained along their necks and dripped on the wet and muddy ground.

They open their eyes every morning at five o'clock, go to bed at eight o'clock in the evening, do a whole day of physical labor, build various houses, and defense facilities. In return, they can get two tortillas every day, a bottle of clean water, and sometimes a little meat, but the chance is pitifully small.

These hardworking workers have forgotten how to resist. They just want to show their strength in front of their superiors, gain recognition, and then become combatants.

But there are some people who are not strong because they are all a group of old, weak, sick and disabled. They have no energy to struggle. They just need to wait until the disease caused by overwork will take away their lives and eventually turn into a pile of useless meat and be thrown outside the door.

At this time, two combatants were standing among hard work, holding a whip in their hands. If anyone of these hard work was disobedient or lazy, the whip would fall without hesitation.

These hard workers are obviously not allowed to chat, but these people start chatting regardless of it.

"Have you heard of it?"

"What?" asked another person.

"The fisherman gang that has been against us has been annexed! Just one night!"

The man was full of surprise when he heard this and said, "Who has such great ability to annex the Fisherman's Gang?"

"Who else can you do? Isn't it that Song Beichuan!"

Just as the three words Song Beichuan just ran out of their mouths, one of the hardworking workers stopped and saw that he was very tall, wearing a thick linen coat, his chest was open, and his ribs were exposed, his cheeks were sunken, and his eyes were distracted.

When he heard the three words Song Beichuan, a trace of light belonging to humans seemed to be restored in his eyes.

When the two combatants saw him stop, they immediately glared at the bull's eyes and shouted: "Dare you dare to stop!"

While saying this, he hit the whip into his palm, making a crisp sound.

After seeing the whip, the hard worker dared not stop. He was like a child who had done something wrong, hurriedly lowered his head and continued to carry the stones.

"You have to fight these things!"

When he said this, he even forgot that he was in the ranks of hard work a week ago.

At eight o'clock, these hard workers could finally go back to rest, but the place where they rested was just a simple straw mat.

The man lay on the straw mat, smelling the smell of sweat, feet and all kinds of unknown odors that were emitted here, but the name ignited his dead heart again.

"son.."

When it was late at night and when everyone was already asleep, he slowly got up from the straw mat and tiptoed out of the door, looking around, there was no figure. It seemed that today's guard was not very diligent.

In the underground gang, men work as coolies, women can be better, and young and beautiful people are given to the leader He Yuting and leaders at all levels.

As for those old and weak women, they will be asked to make clothes and do some lighter work.

The two houses were close to each other, and the man shouted softly at the door: "Snow Mei, Xue Mei."

Although the voice was small, the woman inside could still hear the shouts. She immediately opened her eyes, slowly got up from the straw mat, and tiptoed out of the door.

The man grabbed her hand and said, "I heard from our son."

When the woman heard this, tears fell down the corners of her eyes and said, "He is not dead yet? He is still alive, great!"

The couple are none other than Song Beichuan's parents, Song Fangyue and Sun Xuemei.

At this time, there was no trace of blood on Sun Xuemei's face, her lips were so white and her eyes were so black. When she heard the whereabouts of his son, she could barely squeeze out a smile.

Song Fangyue hugged her with distress and said, "We have hope of living again."

The two of them snuggled tightly for fear of losing each other, so they didn't notice it. At this moment, a gaze was staring at the corner, and even they could hear clearly.

"Song Beichuan! It turns out that your parents are here!"

The next day, Song Beichuan was hugging Feng Xiuqing who was sleeping soundly in his arms, and gently stroked her white skin with his fingertips, like warm silk, and he couldn't help but kiss her whole body.

She rubbed her eyes and smiled happily, "I haven't had enough trouble last night, I want to come early in the morning?"

Song Beichuan looked at the small piece of fallen red on the bed sheet and loved her a little more. He hugged her tightly and said something for some reason.

"Have you found your family?"

Feng Xiuqing shook her head in her arms and said, "No, there is no news at all. I don't even know what they experienced before the disaster. There is nothing I can do about it. At that time, I was already silly and felt that there were still many things to do in my life and that I hadn't eaten a lot of delicious food yet."

Song Beichuan looked at her cute look in detail about her regrets in life, and couldn't help but smile and said, "Did you add something you like to do today?"

After saying this, he immediately covered the quilt, covered the two of them, and started an indescribable activity again.

Only Feng Xiuqing could hear a faint curse from the quilt: "Song Beichuan!! You bad guy!!!"

By the time the two of them got up from bed completely, it was almost nine o'clock to ten o'clock. Song Beichuan walked out of the room and just happened to bump into Zhang Shouren.

When Zhang Shouren saw his messy hair and Feng Xiuqing walking out of his room, he naturally understood what was going on in his heart and said, "It seems that you took those two bottles of beer. I thought it was taken by the fat man!"

Song Beichuan touched his head and laughed: "You know everything about last night..."

"I understand, everyone has been young, but as experienced people, I want to tell you not to let the girls down. They are very small and can only live with you."

After hearing what he said, Song Beichuan nodded seriously, then packed up, started running, and made sandbags, sweating profusely. At the end, he went to the military training place to take a look.

Seeing the fat man bragging with his soldiers, he danced and said with a smile: "Your regiment commander liked me back then, and the big girls who came to pursue him could line up a company..."

Seeing that they heard it seriously, Song Beichuan didn't intend to disturb him, so he chuckled and left.

When he arrived at Yuan Cheng and saw that he was reading a book, he asked, "Bacheng, what book are you reading?"

Seeing that it was Song Beichuan, he respected it and said, "Read history, but why is the "Records of the Grand Historian" all in classical Chinese? I feel so damn it."

Song Beichuan whined, and he had never experienced the feeling of being too big in his study, so he could only pat his shoulder and let him continue to work hard.

I patrolled a few times, walked to the backyard, and admired the scorching sun in winter. At this time, I suddenly felt a pain in the back of my head, and turned back with a grin. When I saw that this person was Qiao Yueyi, she was pinching a piece of her hair in her hand.

"Young man, it's not easy to stay in this position, your hair is white!"

"Yes." Staring at the white hair in her hand, she sighed: "It has been more than half a year since the disaster has passed. It's almost the Chinese New Year, and it's time so fast."

Qiao Yueyi covered her mouth and smiled, "I'm not too big, and I'm still sighing. I have to go and count the supplies. You can sigh slowly!"

Seeing that she had left too, Song Beichuan remembered that before the fisherman's gang had received the supplies left by the harbor, he ordered several soldiers to get all the supplies back. Moreover, the people from the Fisherman's gang integrated very quickly. After all, living on the boat every day is not a very pleasant thing.

In the sewer pipe, He Yuting went to bed for a night and slept until noon in one breath, holding two women in his arms. He is now addicted to wine and sex, but with this rising system, everyone wants to climb up by stepping on other people's necks. In a team, they are suspicious and fighting each other, which makes his position more and more stable.

At this moment, his door suddenly was knocked. He Yuting didn't even open his eyes, but just moved his mouth: "En."

I saw Sun Dahu walking in carefully from the door with a flattering smile on his face.

"Brother Yu, you're awake."

When He Yuting saw that it was him, he said impatiently: "You'd better give me a suitable reason, otherwise I'll let you go without a meal!"

Sun Dahu has suffered for many days here and has long become timid. Even his appearance seems to have become a different person compared to the past.

Without the spirit of the past, my skin was sallow, my head was bald, and my front teeth were abolished by people here at any time.

When he smiled, his mouth was pitch black, and He Yuting felt even more bored and a little unhappy when he saw it.

"I'm here this time, but I'll bring you great news!"

"You? You? Can you get good news?"

"Yes, about Song Beichuan!"

As soon as he heard the three words Song Beichuan, He Yuting's eyes immediately lit up and he said, "Then let me tell you!"

He lowered his head and smiled, and said, "Brother Yu, after I said, can you stop letting me go to that place again?"

He Yuting's face turned cold and said, "Hare you!"

When Sun Dahu heard that he was annoyed, he shrank his neck and said, "I dare not, I know where Song Beichuan's parents are!"

Hearing the news, He Yuting immediately sat up from the bed, with a very excited face and said, "Where is it! Where is it now!"

Sun Dahu pointed out of the door and said, "It's here!"

Now Song Fangyue already knows that his son is still alive, and his complexion is a little better. He feels extremely light when he is moving stones, and there is a natural smile on his face.

He firmly believed in his heart that it would not take long before his son would come to save them, and that the family would be reunited happily and live a happy life.

While carrying stones, he lowered his head and fantasized about the happy scenes in the future.

At this moment, I suddenly felt a black shadow standing in front of me, looking up along my body, and that face was He Yuting.

At this moment, his white teeth showed his smile at him.

(End of this chapter)
Chapter completed!