She Is Not a Witch

When Lorraine Hill was addicted to researching new things, Mei Lu also swept away the differences in the family with the momentum of thunder. At the dinner of the meeting that day, the uncles and relatives in the family "voluntarily" handed over their rights and Business, and was arranged by the host family to stay in the headquarters to continue recuperation.

Teams of messengers and personnel set off from Hellis headquarters and began to travel to various branches. A large number of personnel changes occurred in various branches. Some were taken over by people sent by the main family, and some directly promoted unrelated personnel who had been excluded. , For a time, Hollis's family style became clear, as if he had cut off the fat on his body and went into battle lightly. The vacant position also inspires the people who are usually unwilling, so that they see hope, and the whole chamber of commerce is rejuvenated.

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　　 Nissos house, winery.

　　 Brick and stone structure, the winery under the wooden beams is a busy scene, stacked goods, neatly stacked wine barrels, and huge wine tanks.

　　Some people kept putting boxes of grapes on the table, and a group of women and children began to pick out the green, small, broken, moldy, debris, etc., and throw them away.

　　 Another group of people grinded the selected grapes and put them in a wine vat, and bursts of fruity aroma began to spread in the factory. The vat was full of broken grapes, peels and juice.

One of the teenagers is also working hard. Wearing a mask and special gloves, he constantly crushes some grapes and puts them in a big bowl. When the grapes in the big bowl is full, he pours them into the vat and stands beside him. There are many workers, some are older and some are young, but he is the youngest.

Workers in these breweries work from morning to night and only have a one-hour break at noon. Usually, there is basically no vacation. If you take temporary leave, you will be deducted. Although it is very hard, many people still rush to it. After all, they can earn money every month. A dozen silver coins, which is much better than farming at home.

　　 It was late in the evening, and the boy was a little tired, so he found an empty wine barrel and moved over and sat on it to continue working.

　　 "Budd." An aunt next to him gestured for him to come down, not to sit down.

　　 The boy was a little puzzled. I didn't affect my work like this, but the aunt continued.

　　 "It's not good for you to work like this. It's gossip to others."

　　 Then let the boy come down and remind him that if you look at it this way, you will probably say, such as ‘you are so comfortable’.

　　 As a last resort, the boy obediently stepped down from the barrel, moved his sore legs and waist, and then continued to work.

At night, huge candlesticks light up to illuminate the lights reflected in the masonry factory. Several employees lift the wine jars and pour them into the huge filter funnel next to them. The funnel is covered with several layers of gauze. The purple-red grape juice flows slowly through the gauze filter.

　　 After seeing it almost, several employees gathered the gauze again and squeezed out the remaining juice, and finally got a bottle of slightly clear grape juice. After closing the lid of the wine tank and letting it rest, the group of talents started to get off work.

　　 "I'm done with it, hurry up, the cakes of Granny Dela's are all sold out late."

　　 One of the uncles started to remind him, his body was covered with stains, sweat mixed with the smell of grape juice, a bit unpleasant, but no one laughed at him, because everyone is the same.

　　 "Wait, cover this up and come, otherwise tomorrow old man Abu will deduct money again after seeing it."

　　 "That old thing is always prodding, and I don't know who it is for."

　　 "That's it, I didn't see the Nissos family giving him more money, and he was so disgusting, changed the method."

　　 "Perhaps he likes this feeling, you didn't see him like an aristocratic master every time he checked, he was dragged to the sky."

　　 "It's done, go, get some meat tonight."

　　 "Cut, do you have a treat? I can't afford it."

　　 "It's okay, please."

　　 "Don't, Manda, when are you so generous? Could something have happened again?"

　　 "Heh, you'll find out later."

A few brewery workers walked away, leaving only one worker on duty at night. He locked the door and blew out most of the candle lights, leaving only a small amount of lighting. After that, he also took out some work. The cake was placed in the hot soup and slowly softened. After eating, he lay down on the table and took a nap. The night was still long.

Bud, who worked in the factory during the day, dragged his tired body back to where he lived. This is a relatively remote corner of Hopelander. The mess is a true portrayal of this area. There is no light at night, but only smells. The smell of street garbage and dead fish.

　　 In the middle of a small square, there is a well. Not far from there is a low house. An old man leaned on the doorpost, his eyes half closed and half awake.

　　 Bud stepped forward to get some water out. The barrel was a little heavy, so he could only pull half of it up.

　　 pulled tightly on the rough rope, the burrs on the rope were a bit prickly, and then the old wooden barrel swayed slowly up.

"What are you doing." A hoarse voice sounded behind him, like a ghost, Bud was startled, the rope in his hand was loose, the barrel fell rapidly, pulling the rope and rubbing his hand a little stinging. He quickly grabbed the thick rope again, and then looked back.

　　 The old man who was leaning against the door was awake. He stared at Bud with his muddy and yellow eyes open, like a dead man.

　　 "I...I take some water to drink, and rinse my body." Bud was a little scared, and said tremblingly.

　　 "Where do you... live?" The old man continued to ask.

　　 "I live in the red clay house behind the zelkova tree to the west. I only came a few days ago and was introduced by Granny Nanter." The boy said nervously.

"Oh."

　　 The old man replied, his eyes closed again and ignored him.

　　 Bud took a sip of water, then rinsed his body again, and left quickly.

　　 The next day, this is also the day of pay. Bud has been working at this brewery for two months, and only then did he get his first month’s wages, 12 silver coins.

　　 He carefully wrapped the silver coins in the belt of his clothes before going back~www.readwn.com~ but today is not as stable as before.

　　 Several people who smelled of sweat and alcohol blocked Bud in the alley. They had planned and waited for this young man. The leader was Manda, a worker in the winery before.

　　 "Boy, are you happy, I sent the money today."

　　 Compared with Bud, who is not very big, these adults are very tall. They stand together as if they are about to block the sky.

　　 Shrouded in the shadows of these people, Bud could only step back continuously, and finally leaned against the dust-stained wall.

　　 "Be honest, take the money out of the newcomer, this is the rule, okay?" said one of the rough guys, his skin is dark and his mouth is full of yellow teeth.

　　 "No..." Bud was a little scared, but he still didn't want to hand it over. This is what he finally earned. After working hard for a long time, he still has to pay the rent to buy food.

Snapped--

　　 A slap slapped Bud around the world, the whole person was dumbfounded, a hot sensation appeared on his face, then his calf hurts and he was kicked, but he still insisted on not falling.

Snapped--

　　 is another slap.

　　 "You know each other better."

　　 Several people next to him began to tear his clothes, looking for where the money was.

Bud hugged himself tightly, slipped slowly from the wall, squatted on the ground, cursing sound came from his ear, and then he kept beating. The final blow was kicked on the head, making him faint. .

When he woke up, it was already dark, his clothes and belt had been torn apart, and there were only 3 of the 12 silver coins left in it. He knelt on the ground and took the remaining silver coins one by one. In his hand, his nails were pinched tightly into the flesh, and he wept in a low voice, hot tears ran across his face and fell into the dust.