The place where the middle-aged man took Bian Yi and Bian Feng was a brick kiln. The daily work involved transporting bricks into the kiln for firing and then removing them once done. The environment was harsh, but at least they could eat on time.
Sustained by lard stewed cabbage, and blessed with the robust physique of a cultivator well beyond ordinary people, Bian Yi persevered.
In the blink of an eye, five months had passed.
It was time to celebrate the Spring Festival.
With joy in their hearts, Bian Yi and Bian Feng worked hard while waiting for the employer to pay them.
But on the agreed payday.
The boss, a man with a face full of flesh, arrived.
However, instead of the agreed wages, he brought a few burly men wielding clubs.
Bian Yi, Bian Feng, and all the workers at the brick kiln were forbidden from leaving. Not only were they unpaid, but they were also forced to continue working.
Unable to endure any longer, Bian Feng.
