Without any time to rest, on their very first day in prison, the rats were driven into the farm fields to plant cotton.
They worked from morning until noon under the blazing sun. Behind them, Black Furies stood watch with large leather whips in hand, while Tang Yuehua rode on horseback and led a group of Black Furies on patrol around the farm's perimeter.
The rats, newly put to work, broke the rules from time to time and were whipped half to death by the Black Furies behind them!
As they whipped them, the Black Furies snarled, "Did I tell you to stop? Get back to work! I said work, now!"
"Urgh, ahhhhhh!" The rat being lashed wailed in agony. Upon hearing that, tears streamed down his face. "You're whipping me, and you still expect me to work?"
"Punishment time must not be wasted either. Go work," the Black Fury said viciously, his whip never pausing for even a moment.
Over the course of the morning, practically every rat at work was whipped.
At last, lunchtime arrived, only for the Black Furies to bring over buckets of sour-smelling swill and distribute it as food to the rats.
"You... you expect us to eat this?" One rat stared nauseously at the rancid swill in the bucket. Some buckets had cockroaches floating in them, along with drowned mice. He could not hold it in and vomited.
"Eat quickly, then get back to work," Black Fury Tang Mie said to the rats, cracking his whip.
Some rats forced themselves to eat a few mouthfuls despite their revulsion, while others simply left with dark expressions.
Yet the rats who did not eat were hungry and had no strength to work. The Black Furies did not care about any of that. They swung their huge