"Nothing happened? The child and I had no grievances in the past life, and no grudges in the future, so what secrets should we tell you!" Ma Huoxing pretended to smile, but his eyes were very wandering, and he didn't dare to look at Yu Zhiheng. The more Yu Zhiheng looked, the more suspicious he grabbed the other party's collar and asked sternly: "You didn't come back after I went into the shack last night. You said you didn't go to report the news. So what did you do? Tell me!"

"Go, go--" Yu Zhiheng's question like a cannon made Ma Mars speechless. After all, what else can I do if I don't go into the shack to sleep late at night? Yu Zhiheng's eyes pushed Ma Mars into the corner like a sharp sword. Finally, he broke free from Yu Zhiheng's arm and shouted loudly, "Yes, I reported to the guards, so what? Can I escape if I don't tell this guy? I don't believe this guy can walk thousands of miles back with two legs. Besides, he is a Burmese man, and we are still from the guards, so what's wrong with helping our family!"

"brute!"

Yu Zhiheng interrupted Ma Ma Xing's explosion with a fierce punch. The heavy blow knocked Ma Ma Xing to the ground, and red bloodshot flowed out from the corner of his mouth.

"You hit me for that Burmese dog?" Ma Marshe looked at Yu Zhiheng in surprise - the companion who had always taken great care of him.

"Of course I want to beat you, you beast!" Yu Zhiheng roared in a low voice, "A half-aged child, just lost. Have you forgotten how you came here? A country? Do you treat guards as a country. Do you treat you as a country? What is the difference between us and those Burmese people? You have more clothes on you? When you eat, you have more rice in the bowl, less taro and corn? More fish and more meat every week? When guards beat you, they use a whip instead of a wooden stick. After the beating, they do not hang you on a tree to show their public? Ma Mars, I thought you were a wise man who reads books and reads them. I didn't expect you to be so confused. Where did you read those books?"

Ma Mars was sitting on the ground, speechless by Yu Zhiheng's words. Yu Zhiheng looked at him, spitted on the ground in disgust, and walked to the side.

After Yu Zhiheng walked away, Ma Mars raised his head, looked at the corpse on the tree, his eyes wandered, and said to himself: "This is not my fault, it is not my fault. Anyway, you are dead, so why not let me tell the guards that they can also exchange for clean shacks, better food, clean clothes, and get rid of heavy labor. My Ma Mars is different from you who are the ones who sell coolies. I am literate and can plan to plan. How can I live the same life as you? I am right to do this. If someone else changes to me, I will do this in my seat. Everyone in this world is for themselves, and they will climb upwards on others' heads. You Yu Zhiheng are a fool, I am not!"

Speaking of this, Ma Mars seemed to convince himself. He got up from the ground, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and walked towards the place where he was cooking breakfast.

On the morning of the same day, Cao Da, the supervisor, announced that Ma Ma Xing became the accountant of the camp, specializing in the distribution of grain, clothes, wages and workloads of workers. At the same time, he moved out of the workers' camp and lived in the row of wooden houses where the supervisors lived. After hearing this news, almost all the familiar workers congratulated Ma Ma Xing and enthusiastically asked the other party to take care of themselves in the future. However, Yu Zhiheng, who was the closest and caring about Ma and Mars, did not go there, but just stood aside and looked at everything coldly.

Xu Dacheng walked over with a smile. He had just gone to say goodbye to Ma Huoxing. When he saw Yu Zhiheng standing here, he couldn't help but ask in surprise: "Lao Yu, why don't you give Lao Ma a congratulations? They are all old brothers from the forging factory. We'll do the accounting matter to him!"

"Hmph!" Yu Zhiheng snorted coldly, without answering, but turned his head aside. Xu Dacheng became more and more surprised when he saw this: "Lao Yu, what are you doing? Who made you angry? Why do you look like this? Forget it, it's okay to go and congratulate Lao Ma later. Anyway, he and you are good friends who live a life, so there is no rush to be here. But you can't stop helping Lao Ma move tonight, otherwise it would be unreasonable!"

"Moving? If you want to go, I will definitely not go!"

"Lao Yu, it's hot, are you sha?" Xu Dacheng stretched out his hand and touched Yu Zhiheng's forehead: "Where are you so idle? Although Lao Ma is not very close to us, he is a scholar, so of course he is different from us. He is all old brothers from Shanghai together. For my sake, I just think it's okay. He must go to help with the move at night!"

"Old Xu, you don't know!" Yu Zhiheng finally couldn't bear it anymore and explained the situation that Meng Ka was killed when he met the Burmese boy named Meng Ka last night. Finally, Yu Zhiheng said in a deep voice: "Ma Mars is exchanging other people's lives for their own benefit. Meng Ka is still a half-aged child. How can I congratulate those who do such a wolf-hearted and stingy thing?"

"There is such a thing? No wonder-" Xu Dacheng showed a surprised expression on his face, but soon his face calmed down: "Lao Yu, Lao Ma is doing this unauthorized, but no matter what, Mengka is a Burmese man, Lao Ma is our own brother, you can't have a quarrel with our own brother for a Burmese man! Otherwise, I will go over and talk to Lao Ma later and let him come and scold you hard, and then say it like you

Sorry, just think that this thing has never happened, okay!" As he spoke, Xu Dacheng turned around and ran to Mama, and without saying anything, he pulled Mama over and said, "Old Ma, Lao Yu just told me about that. You did something wrong in this matter, but everyone is good brothers, so there is no need to be unhappy for a Burmese barbarian. Lao Ma, you should accompany Brother Yu!"

When Ma Huo Xing heard this, his face turned pale, but soon he replied: "Brother Dacheng said it well. I did not think about this matter. Brother Zhiheng, please forgive me. I will never betray my brothers in the future. If I violate the oath, the sky will be hit by five thunder!" At this point, Ma Huo Xing made a poisonous oath and bowed deeply to Yu Zhiheng.

Seeing that Ma Ma Xing apologized according to his request, Xu Dacheng quickly turned around and said to Yu Zhiheng: "Old Yu, you have said this Mars talk so much, so you can express your opinion!"

Yu Zhiheng couldn't resist Xu Dacheng's affection, so he had to nodded: "Forget it, let's stop this matter!"

"That's right!" Xu Dacheng was overjoyed when he saw this, grabbed Yu Zhiheng and Ma Marshe's right hands and stuffed them together, and said with a smile: "All good brothers who are born and die, harmony is the most important. Lao Ma, you are now developed, and you can't forget your brothers. I know Zhiheng best, "a knife mouth, a tofu heart". I have nothing to say to my brothers. Even if you feel uncomfortable listening to a few words, you can't hold a grudge!"

"That's natural!" Ma Huoxing smiled: "If it weren't for Brother Zhiheng, I'm afraid I wouldn't know where my life was thrown. Besides, I was really fucked. Don't say I was scolded or punched twice, even if Brother Zhiheng wants to take my life back, Ma Huoxing will have to give it to me with both hands!"

"That's right. It's absolutely impossible for people to walk in the world without being loyal!" Xu Dacheng smiled, patted Ma Mars on the shoulder, and then reached out to pull Yu Zhiheng. Seeing this, Yu Zhiheng had to sigh and walk over.

Two days later, Yu Zhiheng was going to the waterside to wash clothes according to his usual habits. Four or five Burmese people suddenly walked out of the way, surrounding him, looking for trouble. Yu Zhiheng frowned, put down the wooden basin and clothes in his hand, and asked, "Who are you, why are you blocking my way?"

These Burmese people were not as ragged as other Burmese workers on the construction site, or simply wearing coarse cloth uniforms and straw sandals that were similar to those of supervisors. Yu Zhiheng was also surprised to find that the Burmese man in the lead had a straight nose, his eyes were sunken, and his eyes were gray, rather than the black ones of most Burmese people. I saw this strange guy carefully looked up and down for a while and asked in Chinese at a very slow speed: "I am the leader who was sent to manage Burmese laborers. My companions all called me gray eyes, and you can call me that too. I came here to confirm something. Two days ago, a Burmese laborer named Mengka escaped and was caught and hung. Do you know this?"

"Is the incident happening?" Yu Zhiheng was panicked. He thought for a moment and replied in a low voice: "No, I don't know. There are too many workers in Myanmar, so I can't tell whether it's called Mengka or something!"

The gray-eyed brows frowned dangerously, and the Burmese people on both sides also had a dangerous sensation, but he did not attack, but continued to ask in a calm tone: "If you don't know who Mengka is, I can remind you that two days ago, a 16 or 17-year-old Burmese laborer begged for you and your companions. You gave him some rice. He is Mengka. Do you remember now?"

"I remembered it, it turned out to be him, yes, but I don't know he has been hanged!" Yu Zhiheng tried his best to pretend to be surprised, but his efforts did not succeed. Gray-eyed eyes stared at Yu Zhiheng's eyes, and soon forced Yu Zhiheng to lower his head to avoid the other party's gaze.
Chapter completed!