Qin Tian slowly regained consciousness. The moment he opened his eyes, he heard news that made his scalp prickle.
"Keep a close eye on them. These are fine materials I went to a lot of trouble to catch," a rough voice rang out. "My mine's waiting for them!"
"They're all promising seeds with exceptional constitutions. We can get several good years out of them!"
"Then we'll sell them on to the Plain Maiden Lineage, and we'll have plenty of money to drink at the pleasure houses."
"Boss, why don't we sell them straight to the Plain Maiden Lineage?" a lackey asked in confusion. "What if they don't want them after they've worked for a few years?"
"Idiot, you think I don't know that? With those skinny arms and legs, they'd fetch the price of spent medicinal dregs at best," the leader said. "Let them toughen up in the mine for a few years first. Give them food and drink, let them build some muscle, then sell them. They'll fetch who knows how much more than medicinal dregs."
"You really are clever, boss."
"Of course. Why else would I be the boss?" Black Whirlwind was rather pleased with himself.
How much could it cost to keep a few beasts of burden?
Not to mention that they would be working for him.
After a few years, he would still turn a profit.
"What the fuck is going on?" Qin Tian had heard those words the moment he woke up and was dumbfounded on the spot. "I'm going to become a mine slave again? Again?"
Qin Tian was utterly bewildered, unable to make sense of the situation.
He looked around. This was a woodshed, and he was lying on a pile of straw, with more than a dozen boys around his age beside