Land of Birds Underground Money House Outside, the torches were crackling, and a few more dents were added to the stainless steel door.
The fat boss was sitting on his knees among the waste paper on the floor, holding a bunch of land deeds in his arms. The blood on his forehead had condensed into a dark hard shell.
The broken iron fragments from the door bolt fell onto his shoes, and he didn't even dare to raise his hand to dust them off.
The secret door on the side of the vault opened, and the cold wind swept in the soot and blew the candlelight to one side.
Three people dressed in the Land of Grass Trade Association stepped over the rubble, their iron boots ran over the porcelain cups on the ground, and the fragments were stepped into the cracks of the bricks.
The leading middle-aged businessman in a mink-collar fur coat picked up his suitcase and smashed the bottom of the suitcase onto the Golden Silk Nanmu table, causing the candle on the table to jump twice.
The lock popped open by itself, and the neatly numbered new banknotes and the white cash were exposed under the light. The fat boss's breath stopped for half a beat.
"If you want to get out alive, sell me the mineral rights, IOUs, and mortgage deeds."
The leader ANBU knocked on the lid of the box with his knuckles without raising his eyelids.
"Pack it up at a discount, and the cash will be cleared on the spot. It's too late, and you can't even keep the waste paper."
The fat boss didn't even think about raising the price.
Thousands of people were banging on the door to kill him. This box of cash was his last chance to survive.
He rolled and crawled to the table, his hands shaking so much that he couldn't hold the private seal. He touched it three times before he could hold it firmly.
The red mud was pressed on the asset transfer document, and the chapped blood on the back of the hand left marks on the paper. In the end, even his name was written crookedly.
The title deed to the main mineral vein, permanent mining rights, IOUs from the Chamber of Commerce, and the bad debts that had been piled up for many years were all changed hands and sealed in scrolls.
ANBU put away the documents and left the suitcase on the table.
The fat boss hugged the suitcase, pressed his forehead against the lid and cried.
In the dense forest stronghold outside the city, the snow is falling more densely than when we arrived.
Kakashi carried a whole box of mining deed scrolls on his back, bent down and got into the tent, took off his turquoise gold-rimmed glasses and put them in his pocket. There was still a red mark on the bridge of his nose.
"All three places are signed Money House."
He checked the last private seal, pulled out a copy and pushed it over.
"The remaining two chambers of commerce are looking for us and are willing to get rid of the mine at a lower price."
Obito flipped through the thick map of mineral veins, twirling the corners of the paper with his thumb.
"Ye, are you really going to take over all those old debts?"
Ye pulled out a few deeds of prostitution. The bloody fingerprints on the paper had long since dried, and the edges were curled hard.
"Don't pay the debt owed by the old employer at the cost of the miners' lives."
He took out the Land of Wind Shell Company copper seal from his arms, placed it on the stone, and closed his palms.
The copper seal cracked into several pieces and fell into the slush. The clues to the audit ended here.
"Change out of those clothes from the Chamber of Commerce."
Ye raised his eyes and looked outside the tent.
"Grain trucks, medicine trucks, and cotton robes, all go to No. 3 Mining District, and put the people in safety first."
Eight heavy carriages moved forward along the mine road, their wheels digging deep grooves in the snow.
No. 3 Mining District There was no human voice anymore, the work shed was burned into a black frame, and the broken beams were half buried in the snow.
There were more than a dozen overturned Iron Shell mine carts lying across the pass, and sharpened thick wooden stakes were driven into the Frozen Ground, blocking the only way out.
Hundreds of miners and wandering warriors crowded at the entrance of the pit.
The old miner Zhou Fu stood at the front, clasping the bloody pickaxe with both hands. The collar of his torn cotton-padded jacket was open, and the cold wind kept pouring in.
The Broken-Eared Warrior stood by his side, Ninja Sword was unsheathed, and the blade still had black blood from the previous days' fighting.
As soon as they drove away the old owner, they turned around and saw the convoy entering the mountain. They all thought Konoha was a creditor with a different face.
The Broken-Eared Warrior took a step forward, and the back of his sword hit the icy rock surface hard.
The blade of the knife cut through the cold wind, making a long trilling sound.
"If you dare to take another step forward, I will die with you!"
After shouting, he hit the back of the knife again.
The miners behind worked hard together, and two pieces of ore as big as millstones rolled down the slope and landed in front of the convoy, causing a splash of black snow.
ANBU's hand touched the short blade.
Obito's hand has already been clasped on the edge of Ninja Tools's bag. These people really want to rush, and he can fully advance into the space with one shot of Kamui.
Ye stretched out her hand to hold his wrist and shook her head.
Hundreds of knives pointed forward, Ye's footsteps did not change, he stepped over the overturned mine cart and stopped outside the wooden pile.
With a wave of his sleeves, ANBU cut the burlap of eight heavy trucks in unison.
With a crash, the fabric slipped into the snow.
There were no shackles or whips in the car. Every stone of rice was neatly stacked, and white grains of rice leaked out from the cracks in the sacks.
Next to him were piles of thick cotton robes, as well as boxes of wrapped hemostatic medicine and cold-dispersing herbs.
The people holding the knives all stopped where they were, and the sounds of swallowing saliva mixed with the growling of their stomachs were heard from the front and back.
Some people lowered their knives to their legs, but they were afraid that their companions would see them, so they hurriedly carried them behind their backs.
Zhou Fu held the trembling pickaxe handle tightly, the old wounds were rubbed open by the wood thorns, and blood crawled down the palm of his hand.
He moved half a step forward, his voice was trembling, but he shouted the words very hard.
"It's the same thing again! Last time Dahe Long also laid out the rice first, and then there was the unfinished contract!"
"Please tell me clearly, is this rice money from selling yourself or a high-interest loan?"
Ye did not rush to answer, but took out a thick stack of paper with black edges from her arms.
Zhou Fu recognized the top one at a glance. It was the death contract he pressed to ask for money for his wife's medicine.
"The things Dahe Long and Kuroda forced you to sign are all here."
Lift the paper high at night.
"From today on, none of them will count."
After he finished speaking, he threw it with his backhand, and the stack of bloody contracts drew an arc in the snowy sky and fell into the fire chamber of the marching iron pot that had just been set up next to it.
The flames leaped up to half a person's height, and hundreds of IOUs were burned into black ash and blown to pieces by the wind.
Several old people stared at the embers in the fire, their lips trembling and they didn't dare to blink.
Kakashi unfolded the new document and raised his voice a little higher than usual.
"From now on, continuous rotation will be abolished and all shifts will be taken."
"The wages for working in the pit are Hiashi, and no penny will be deducted. The injured will be diagnosed and treated free of charge by the doctors accompanying the team, and additional compensation will be provided for the disabled, and the accounting office will publicly post the accounts every month!"
Three large iron cauldrons were set on a blazing fire, and boiling water was poured into the boiling water mixed with polished rice. The thick aroma of meat suppressed the smell of blood in the pit.
Medical ANBU set up the tent and walked into the crowd carrying the medicine box.
The first person to be supported was a young boy with a broken leg, his trouser leg frozen on the wound.
When the warm water melted away the pus and blood and the cloth was removed, the boy's face turned blue in pain and he bit his sleeve without making a sound.
After applying the wound medicine, his tight calves slowly relaxed.
Zhou Fu Watching this scene, his shoulders slumped a little, and the pickaxe in his hand fell into the snow.
Ye picked up a large pottery bowl filled with meat porridge, walked through the gap between the wooden piles and walked to Zhou Fu, and handed the bowl into his hands covered with chilblains and bloody wounds.
The hot air softened the dry and hard blood scabs between the old man's fingers, and the warmth penetrated along the seams of the bones.
"Eat first. After eating, draw the mine tunnels, strongholds, and defense changes."
Zhou Fu's knees went weak, he knelt heavily in the snow and mud, his forehead touched Frozen Ground, he held the porridge bowl to his chest and cried loudly.
"Sir! I'm going to paint!"
The Broken-Eared Warrior exhaled a breath of white air, threw Ninja Sword to the ground, and then knelt down on one knee.
"I have also walked through Black Market's goods. Where is the secret passage and when will the checkpoints be changed? I will guide you all the way!"
There was a sound of weapons falling to the ground, and pickaxes and iron rods were smashed into the snow one after another.
Hundreds of people wearing cotton robes rushed to serve hot porridge, while some squatted in the snow and cried loudly.
[Ding! The gratitude and cognitive shock value from everyone at No. 3 Mining District, +1860000!]
Obito stood behind Ye, looking at these rough guys who were risking their lives just a moment ago. The words lingered in his mouth for a long time before he swallowed them.
Don't use a single sword, don't use a single technique, just attack the weak point.
[Ding! The shock and cognitive impact value from Obito Uchiha, +94000!]
When it gets dark, the campground lights up.
Zhou Fu and the Broken-Eared Warrior pressed their fingerprints on the new regulations, and then walked to the carriage holding the oil-stained leather map.
Several secret smuggling passages, as well as the garrison change time leading to Land of Wind, are all clearly marked.
The Broken-Eared Warrior pointed to several hidden marks on the picture.
"Black Market's remaining dens are all painted on it. Mining District still has more than two thousand people. From now on, whoever comes in and who comes out of this border, brothers will keep an eye on it for my boss!"
Ye put away the map and glanced at the still rolling iron pot.
"Don't stop the porridge, don't stop the medicine. Tomorrow go to the city to pick up the families of the other miners."