Slime complained with tears of blood!

Since the Ming Dynasty took over Bombay, workers have no jobs anymore. Countless people have lost their livelihoods, some work as coolies on the docks, and some work in the mines.

Skilled workers who were once well-paid are now relying on their physical strength to earn meager wages.

Women from many families have entered brothels, and daughters from many families have been forced into brothels. Children from many families have been forced into hotels as child laborers.

When the Great Depression hit, no one was spared.

Today, there is no longer a single European cargo ship in the Port of Mumbai. All ships parked are ships from the Ming Dynasty. What is transported away is no longer industrial products, but shiploads of coal, iron ore, copper ore and other products. There are all kinds of ores that Indians worked hard to dig out.

There is even wood, grain, and cotton.

The Ming Dynasty was not even willing to build an iron smelting plant in India. The huge country has now become a raw material supply base for the Ming Dynasty.

In addition to selling their bodies, Indians can only sell their resources.

"There is no way to survive, there is no way to survive. Those gentlemen all cooperate with Daming, and they all have shares in those mines.

Those people who came from the Ming Dynasty opened brothels and casinos in India, and these gentlemen all had shares in these places.

The most harmful thing to people is the opium den. When the factory just closed down, I was very upset, so a co-worker took me to the opium den, saying that I could take a puff to relieve my worries.

At that time, cigarettes were cheap, and one copper could buy two packs. After smoking, I felt as light as if I was flying in the clouds.

I smoked for more than half a year without spending much money. The initial wariness gradually faded away. At that time, many smoking dens were opened in Mumbai.

There were more opium dens opened, but the prices were gradually rising. At first, it was one copper for two packs, then one copper for one pack. Then three coppers for two packs, and then two coppers for one pack.

Cigarettes are getting more and more expensive, and we start to stop smoking because they are too expensive. But then we realize that as long as we don’t smoke for a day, it will be like millions of ants gnawing at your bones.

It's terrible!

There was no other way, so everyone gritted their teeth and continued to smoke. After three years of smoking, many rich households became poor and the poor became dead.

Look at me, now I am neither a human nor a ghost. I don’t want to eat, I just want to take a puff every day. As long as I get touched by this stuff, I am no longer a human. In order to smoke...! In order to smoke, I sold myself My daughter!"

The once nine-foot strong man has now become a skeleton. The father who once regarded his little daughter as the apple of his eye sold his daughter with his own hands.

This is the epitome of what thousands of Indian workers have experienced in the past three years. Today, slimes can only lie here waiting to die.

"Many times I have thought about giving up, but...but...but when the situation comes, I always can't do it." Slime cried so hard that he burst into tears like a baby in confinement.

Jilharang nodded, Ming Dynasty is really ruthless. If you open a smoking shop in Daming, you will definitely be cut into pieces. But there is no control over opening a smoking shop in Mumbai!

"I'm useless, please save my daughter, save my daughter." Slime knelt down on the ground and worshiped Jierharang like a Buddha.

Disappointed! Helpless! Anxious!

Many emotions are tormenting Jierhalang.

Daming is planning to get rid of those skilled workers. I am afraid that most of the skilled workers in Mumbai are like slimes. Then I am afraid that it will be difficult to complete the mission here. This method has no bottom line and is extremely evil.

"Are there any workers who don't smoke? I'm talking about turners, fitters, riveters, and forgers." The turner that Russia needs most now, Zilkhalan, is now a dead horse and a living horse doctor.

If that doesn't work, you have to pick a few heavy smokers who are in relatively good health and take them back. But this brings another benefit, that is, these people are easier to control.

Regardless of survival factors, if we only give them cigarettes and no food, these people will be fine.

"It's very rare, almost gone. Almost everyone is smoking this stuff. It was so cheap at the beginning. Everyone didn't take it seriously. Later, when it got expensive, everyone wanted to quit but couldn't.

Don't fall off.

There are only a few who have returned to their hometowns in the countryside or worked as sailors. But I don’t know where they are now. I can ask someone to help you ask." Slime spoke very hard, and he started talking after a while.

Breathe heavily.

It can be seen that his physical strength has been reduced to the extreme. It is difficult to imagine what the skeleton man in front of him looked like when he was as strong as an ox!

"Slime, help me find these people. Then I will take you to a good place, where you will have cigarettes and your family will be taken care of.

At least...!" Jirharang glanced around: "It's much better than here. Now tell me where your daughter was sold, and I'll bring her back."

"Thank you, sir, thank you!" The slime hunched over and knelt down like a shrimp to worship Jirharang.

"Don't let the news of my arrival get out, help me find the manpower as soon as possible, and then let's leave here together."

"I know, I know. I will definitely keep it a secret!"

Jilharang nodded. As long as his family wanted to leave here, they had to cooperate with him. Perhaps, he was the only one who could take them away from here now.

Although there were many people smoking, the team of skilled workers in Mumbai was very large at that time. No matter how powerful the people of Ming Dynasty were, they would probably slip through the net.

The loss has come on its own now. If a few more years pass, the little wealth that Mumbai has accumulated over the past ten years will be completely destroyed by the Ming Dynasty's methods.

At that time, apart from the Ming Dynasty, only Britain had some skilled workers that could be used.

After finding the brothel that Slime was talking about, the old bustard, who was as fat as a pig, immediately came up to him. His fat face was smiling so much that his flesh was trembling, and his bad breath made Jilharang have to put on a mask again.

"At first glance, you look like a distinguished guest from Japan. We are all girls of the same age here. If you are familiar with someone, I would like to arrange one for you."

The old madam greeted them casually, and hundreds of little girls appeared upstairs and downstairs. They were really very young, and Ji Erhalang's poisonous eyes could definitely tell that none of these girls were over sixteen years old.

Impatiently talking to the old madam, Jierhalang sat down on the chair. The old madam stood beside him and waited on him carefully.

As the loyal younger brothers of the Ming Dynasty, the Japanese and Koreans had a very high status abroad. They were always guests wherever they went, becoming the highest class people after the Ming Dynasty people.

"I'm looking for Kerim, Kerim from the former machine tool factory. If you can bring her to me...!" Jirharang threw a few Ming silver coins on the table.

"Krim...! Okay, okay, I'll bring it to you immediately." When the old bustard saw the Ming Dynasty silver coins, the fat on his face trembled again.

Sure enough, money can make all the difference. The old madam found Kerim at once among hundreds of girls. Throwing a dozen Ming Dynasty silver coins over, Kerim soon belonged to Jilharang.

Now even if Jierharang cuts her into pieces, no one will care!

For Indians, the status of slaves is similar to that of livestock. In rural areas where women's status is even lower, the status of female slaves is even inferior to that of the family's cattle and horses.

Krim shivered in the corner of the hotel, not daring to look at Jilharang. There were various versions of Japanese legends circulating in the brothel.

These people are the most terrifying group of people in brothels. There are often reports that young girls in a certain place were tortured to death by them.

Because they were Japanese people, and those who died were prostitutes who were worse than livestock. The government would not care about it, and as long as they gave a few money, the old bustard would not care either.

"Don't be afraid, it was your father who asked me to take you out. I will take you back in a moment!" Looking at Kerim who was like a quail, Jilharang also felt helpless.

"No, please, don't send me back. I can serve you. My skills are very good and I can serve you comfortably." To Jilharang's surprise, Kerim knelt down.

At the feet of Jierhalang, kissing Jierhalang's feet.

"Uh...!" Jierhalang was startled. He didn't understand why Mao wanted to send him home, but she was... unwilling.

"I will be hungry when I get home without food. My father has no cigarettes and still wants to sell me. This brothel is still a place to receive nobles. If I are sent to a place to receive Siamese and Cochin people,

, that means life is worse than death.

Those people have no money, so often a few or even a dozen people pool their money together to find a girl to play with. Every morning, dead people are carried out of those low-level brothels, and I don’t want to die.”

Kerim knelt on the ground, sobbing while holding Jilharang's thigh.

Jilharan closed his eyes in pain. Mumbai was a prosperous city a few years ago, but it has turned into this in just three years.

Three years ago Wu Sangui was even considering imitating the Ming Dynasty in running schools on a large scale.

But now...!

Alas...! Once you are at a disadvantage in a national dispute, you will really be left to your own devices.

If life continues like this, it will take the Indian nation how many years it will take to stand up again. In these years, how many Indians will be soaked in blood and tears.

"Okay, I won't send you back. I'm going to take you and your family to a nice place where you can eat and drink. Your father won't sell you because you don't have cigarettes."

You have milk to drink and meat to eat every day. You wear beautiful clothes and can do whatever you want."

"Sir, are you talking about heaven? Oh, you must be talking about Daming. You want to take me to Daming!" His eyes, which were red and swollen from crying, suddenly lit up.

Being able to go to Ming Dynasty is simply the dream of all Indians.

Those noble people from the Ming Dynasty said that the Ming Dynasty was like this.

Everyone has nice clothes to wear, no, a lot of nice clothes to wear. Everyone lives in a big house made of steel and concrete, and they are well fed and will not go hungry.

For Kerim, days like this are paradise.

Kerim's words made Jilharang's eyes darken. Once upon a time, the Eight Banners cavalry roamed Liaodong. The people of the Ming Dynasty could be like this little girl, crawling at the feet of the Jurchens and begging for life.

Unexpectedly, twenty years have passed. The Ming Dynasty is at its peak, and the whole world is looking at this ancient Eastern country with reverence.

People from the Ming Dynasty will be treated politely wherever they go in the world.

As for the Jurchens, except for some who completely surrendered and were living in Lushun, the only ones left were dozens of tribesmen brought out by their brothers. A hundred years later, the Jurchens may only have one name left.

Times have changed! Twenty years ago, no one could have imagined that the weak Ming Dynasty would be what it is today.

"It's heaven, but not the Ming Dynasty." Stroking Krum's head, Jilharang looked at the dilapidated city of Mumbai outside the floor-to-ceiling glass window.

This city is finished, there is no hope.

The next day, Jilharang took Krim to find Slime. At Slime's house, he was actually waiting for him with more than a dozen people. Krim's face suddenly became nervous when he saw Slime.

Her little hands grasped Jierhalang's clothes tightly, for fear that Jierhalang would leave her here.

Jilharang had no time to care about her, he just touched her head to tell her not to be nervous.

Slime looked at Klum's appearance and wanted to speak but swallowed it back. He really felt guilty for his daughter.
To be continued...