Cosma Empire

Turat Mining Company is in the canyon of Brewer Bay. Brewer Bay is actually a huge canyon, which has been weathered for many years and has long lost the meaning of "bay". The reason why it is called Brewer’s Bay is that the earliest discoverer of this canyon was called Brewer. Like many people who pursued to record their names in textbooks, this Mr. Brewer paid his own money to register this canyon with himself. However, Mr. Brewer felt that it was a pity that the Empire did not accept the naming of certain streets and natural landscapes with surnames, so that Mr. Brewer’s descendants pointed to Brewer Bay on the map and told others that this It was named after their grandfather, but people sympathized with them and gave them great love.

Brewer Bay welcomed many exploration teams at the beginning, and most of them had no interest in Brewer Bay. According to the knowledge they learned, Brewer Bay was really a river bay in the past. . During the Genesis period many, many years ago, the water flow formed by the melting of ice and snow from the western "snow top" Yagur Mountain created Brewer Bay, which is just an ordinary plain area, and now it looks like a majestic canyon. It is a miracle created by the uncanny workmanship of nature after the terrain changes. Of course, it is not that there are no mineral veins here at all, it can only be said that the possibility is very low.

Coupled with all kinds of common sense as circumstantial evidence, people are not very interested in Brewer Bay. However, due to the investment promotion policy in the west at that time, some people violated their professional ethics and declared that Brewer Bay might There are mineral deposits. If more rigorous exploration is required, investors are needed to invest. Regardless of whether this was a lie created by the local government in the west, or a trap set by those mining groups to fool speculators, they all succeeded.

In fact, it cannot be said to be a complete deception here, because some natural bare gold particles have been found on the weathered channel of Brewer Bay. Some exploration teams believe that these bare gold particles are not the output of Brewer Bay, they should be It was washed down by the current from other places. However, these bare gold particles have become the most powerful proof of the high-quality gold deposits in Brewer Bay, which has attracted many speculators and mining companies to this place.

Mr. Turat and his friends took out a total of 2.7 million to completely privatize the entire Brewer Bay, and then they continued to borrow money from the Imperial Central Bank and started a three-year geological exploration—because they could not find to mineral deposits, so the exploration cycle span is very long. Just when Mr. Turat and his friends were almost completely desperate, they made a discovery. The found place is located at the corner of the river, and the exploration team accidentally discovered a large amount of golden sand when camping. Brewer Bay instantly became the focus of the entire west.

Brewer's Bay had provided Mr Turat with more than ten million dollars in proceeds during the eleven years of excavation, and his friend . . . had been forgotten. The poor gentleman had an accident while climbing the Brewer's Bay Canyon, and fell from a height to his death.

Now it has been built into a huge camp by Mr. Turat. There are over 1,000 slaves and no less than 300 imperial miners working here, and the mine guard team has as many as 300 people. Mr. Turat himself is no longer in the west. He has invested in many industries in the south, and gradually shifted the focus of his business from gold mines to industrial investment.

At dawn, more than 20 horse-drawn carriages approached Brewer Bay from a distance with full goods. The camp in Brewer Bay was built on the foundation of the canyon and had a natural advantage. At the entrance of the canyon, two gates opened slowly, and the mine guard team members standing above the gates were holding guns and inspecting all the supply vehicles outside the gates. After several members of the mine guard team responsible for inspecting the vehicles made a safe gesture, the carriages were allowed to enter the camp.

The daily supply of thousands of people in the camp is an astonishing number. Like most mining areas, it purchases from outside and does not produce it by itself.

After the carriage entered the camp, an unfamiliar coachman found the current person in charge of the camp.

Turat's nephew, "Sir, I have a question I want to ask you. I wonder if you have time."

Turat's nephew is twenty-seven or eight years old, and he is not yet married. He did not come here voluntarily, but was forced to come here by his parents and uncle. He doesn't like it here, he likes the colorful life in the South more than the boring life here, if it wasn't for his fiancée's family wanting him to be more "steady", maybe he is having a good time now.

When the coachman, who looked dusty and had gravel on his head, approached him, he already seemed a little impatient, "What's the matter?"

"That's right, we hope to be able to buy excrement from you, and we can just take the excrement back after we deliver the goods every day."

Turat's nephew suddenly showed a strange expression on his face. He looked up and down at this young man who was as young as himself, and asked a little strangely, "Did you just say...'shit'? Money to buy? Does your boss like the smell? Or are there other uses for these things?"

The coachman didn't show any impolite expression because of Turat's nephew's disrespectful words to his boss. In order to order daily necessities from us, the farms and ranches we now have can no longer keep up with the daily consumption, so we can only continue to expand the area of ​​the farm. Human excrement can provide more fertility for the land, so that farmers can grow Better, faster, and cheaper than chemical fertilizers."

Turat's nephew was still listening carefully at first, and halfway through he started to feel a rumbling in his stomach. By God, his favorite thing to do is to eat some raw vegetables. Some Southerners often promoted the idea that eating raw food would provide men with more robust energy. But when he thought that the food he ate raw was watered with shit, he couldn't help but feel nauseous. The originally good eating experience seemed to be very bad now, and he could even feel a poop smell from between his mouth and mouth.

Although Turat's nephew really wanted to beat up the guy who ruined his life, he clearly realized that these feces were not given away for free, but "sold". Even without these people buying manure, it is impossible for the manure in the camp to be preserved for a long time. Most of them accumulate a certain amount of feces and then send them to some mines where the mining has ended and bury them. Now that I think about it, these are all money, and it is "own" money.

Turat's nephew didn't intend to hand over the proceeds from the business to his uncle. He kept it a secret and agreed with the young man for ten yuan a day and three hundred yuan a month. It is not impossible to save 3,600 yuan a year, plus some other income, to save a little more than 10,000 yuan a year, because there is no place to spend here!

From the second day onwards, many strangers appeared in the camp. These strangers brought many huge wooden barrels and placed them in various places in the camp, even in the mines. At the same time, the management of the camp issued a notice requiring everyone, including slaves and non-slaves, to defecate in a designated place, otherwise they would be punished. In the agreement signed between Turat's nephew and the supplier, behind the price of 10 yuan a day, there must be a minimum output of 30 barrels per day.

The incident was quickly reported to Mr. Turat secretly by the management of the camp. Mr. Turat just smiled after knowing it, and did not instruct the management to respond. Mr. Turat has two daughters and no son. Except for a small part left to his daughter, the rest of the property will belong to his nephew. As long as he can settle down and stay in the west for two years and then get married, Without doing something out of the ordinary, Mr. Tourat had no intention of interfering with his actions.

Besides, it's just some shit, and he's not going to be a successful businessman competing with his nephew for shit.

The cooperation between the two parties has been very pleasant for a week, and after so many years of cooperation, the camp has no restrictions on the suppliers who go deeper into the camp, and many slaves were sent to help them carry barrels excrement.

Today, these people came a little later, which is also a normal thing. After they unloaded the supplies, they began to direct some slaves to carry the wooden barrels. The members of the mine protection team stood in the distance chatting with the young man and enjoying free cigarettes.

When a slave was silently loading the barrel into the carriage and preparing to leave, someone suddenly stuffed something into his hand. As soon as he turned his head, he saw a guy who was fixing the barrel with a blank face, and the guy didn't even look at him. He immediately turned back and walked towards the slave camp, where slaves lived in two worlds like ordinary people.

After dinner in the evening, the slave returned to the simple hut and lay down. With the help of the light penetrating through the gaps between the wooden walls of the hut, he untied his belt and took out the thing.

It was a note that was nestled into a small ball. He looked left and right, curled up to block the sight of others, and carefully unfolded the note. Suddenly, a very complicated expression appeared on his face, which was like Laughing and crying at the same time, gradually this complicated expression turned into determination. He tore up the note and stuffed it into his mouth, swallowing it with his saliva.

He didn't sleep all night, and the emotions in his mind made him unable to calm down.

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