Tulat mining company is in the canyon of brewer Bay. What brewer Bay says is actually a huge Canyon, which has been weathered for many years and has long lost the meaning of "bay". The reason why it is called brewer Bay is that the earliest discoverer of the canyon is called brewer. Like many people who pursue to record their names in textbooks, Mr. brewer paid money to register his own name in the canyon. However, Mr. brewer feels that unfortunately, the Empire does not accept naming a street and natural landscape with a surname, So that Mr. brewer''s descendants pointed to brewer Bay on the map and told others that it was named after their grandfather, but people sympathized with them and gave them great love.


    At the beginning, there were many exploration teams in brewer Bay. Most of them were not interested in brewer Bay. According to their knowledge, brewer Bay was really a river bay in the past. In the period of origin many years ago, the water flow formed after the melting of ice and snow from the "snow top" yagur mountain in the West created brewer Bay. This is just an ordinary plain area. Now it seems that the vigorous Canyon is just a miracle created by the uncanny workmanship of nature after the terrain changes. Of course, there are not no mineral veins here, It can only be said that the possibility is very low.


    With all kinds of common sense as circumstantial evidence, people were not interested in brewer Bay. However, due to the investment promotion policy in the west at that time, some people violated their professional ethics and wantonly claimed that there might be mineral deposits in brewer Bay. If more careful exploration is needed, investors need to invest. Whether this is a lie made by the local state governments in the West or a trap set by mining groups to deceive speculators, they have succeeded.


    In fact, it can not be said to be a complete flicker here, because some natural bare gold particles were found on the weathered river channel of brewer Bay. Some exploration teams believe that these bare gold particles are not produced by brewer Bay, but should be washed along the water flow from other places. However, these bare gold particles have become the most powerful proof of the high-quality gold deposit in brewer Bay, which has attracted the attention of many speculators and mining companies.


    Mr. turat and his friends took out a total of 2.7 million to completely privatize the whole of brewer Bay. Then they continued to borrow from the imperial central bank and began three years of geological exploration - because they could not find minerals, the exploration cycle span was very long. Just when Mr. turat and his friends were almost completely desperate, they found out. The discovery place is located at the Bay corner of the river. When the exploration team camped, they accidentally found a large amount of Jinsha, and brewer Bay became the focus of the whole west in an instant.


    During the 11 years of excavation, brewer Bay provided Mr. turat with more than 10 million profits. As for his friends... It has been forgotten. The poor gentleman had an accident while climbing brewer Bay Canyon, fell from a height and died.


    Now it has been built into a huge camp by Mr. turat. More than 1000 slaves and no less than 300 imperial miners work here. There are as many as 300 mine protection teams. Mr. turat himself is no longer in the West. He has invested in many industries in the South and gradually shifted the focus of his business from gold mining to industrial investment.


    At dawn, more than 20 carriages carrying full goods approached brewer Bay from a distance. The camp in brewer Bay was built on the basis of the canyon and had natural advantages. At the entrance of the canyon, the two gates opened slowly, and the members of the mine protection team standing above the gate looked at all the supply vehicles outside the gate with guns. After several members of the mine protection team responsible for inspecting the vehicles made safe gestures, the carriages were allowed to enter the camp.


    The daily supply of thousands of people''s camps is an amazing number. Like most mining areas, it is purchased from outside and not produced by itself.


    After the carriage entered the camp, a cheeky coachman found the current person in charge of the camp, tulat''s nephew, "Sir, I have a question for you. I don''t know if you have time."


    Tulat''s nephew is twenty-eight years old and unmarried. He didn''t come here voluntarily. He was forced to come here by his parents and uncle. He doesn''t like it here. He likes the colorful life in the South more than the boring life here. If his fiancee''s family didn''t want him to be "stable", he might be drinking and drinking now.


    When the coachman, who looked dusty and his hair was covered with gravel, approached him, he looked a little impatient. "What''s the matter?"


    "Well, we hope to buy excrement from you. We can take it back after we deliver the goods every day."


    Turat''s nephew suddenly showed a strange expression on his face. He looked up and down at the young man as young as himself and asked strangely, "what did you just say is... ''shit''? And you have to pay for it? Does your boss like those tastes? Or do you say these things have other uses?"


    The coachman did not show any impolite expression because his nephew tulat spoke rudely to his boss. He slightly lowered his head and bent over to explain his nephew tulat''s question, "Because several mining areas have chosen to order living materials from us this year, the farms and pastures we now have can no longer keep up with the daily consumption, so we can only continue to expand the area of the farm. Human excreta can provide more soil power for the land, make the farmers grow better and faster, and it is cheaper than chemical fertilizer."


    Tulat''s nephew was still listening carefully at first. Half of the time he heard it, he began to feel a surge in his stomach. God was up. His favorite thing to do was eat some vegetables raw. Some southerners often promote the idea that eating raw food can provide men with more strong energy. But when he thought that the food he ate raw was watered with shit, he couldn''t help but want to nausea. The original good eating experience seems to have become very bad. Even he can feel a heavy smell of excrement from his mouth.


    Although tulat''s nephew wanted to beat up the guy who had destroyed his life, he clearly realized that these feces were not given away for free, but "sold". Even if these people did not purchase feces, the feces in the camp could not be preserved for a long time. Most of the time, they accumulate a certain amount of feces and then send them to some mining holes to bury them. Now think about it, these are all money, and they are still "their own" money.


    Tulat''s nephew didn''t intend to hand over the income from the sale to his uncle. He hid it and agreed with the young man that ten yuan a day is three hundred yuan a month. You can save 3600 yuan a year. With some other income, it is not impossible to save more than 10000 yuan a year, because there is no place to consume!


    From the next day, many strangers appeared in the camp. These strangers brought many huge wooden barrels and placed them in all parts of the camp, even in the mine. At the same time, the management of the camp issued a notice requiring all people, including slaves and non slaves, to excrete at the designated place, otherwise they will be punished. In the agreement signed between turat''s nephew and the supplier, behind the price of ten dollars a day, it must ensure that there is at least 30 barrels of output per day.


    The incident was soon secretly reported to Mr. tulat by the management of the camp. Mr. tulat only smiled after knowing it and did not instruct the management to make any response. Mr. turat has two daughters and no sons. In the end, except for a small part left to his daughter, all these properties will be the property of his nephew. As long as he can settle down to stay in the West for two years and then get married and don''t do anything special, Mr. turat doesn''t intend to interfere with his actions.


    Besides, it''s just some feces. He doesn''t intend to become a successful businessman competing for feces with his nephew.


    The cooperation between the two sides has been very pleasant for a week in a row. In addition to the cooperation over the years, the camp has no restrictions on suppliers who go deeper into the camp, and has sent many slaves to help them carry buckets of excrement.


    This day, these people came a little late, which is also a normal thing. After unloading supplies, they began to direct some slaves to carry barrels. The members of the mine protection team stood in the distance, chatted with the young man and enjoyed free cigarettes.


    When a slave silently loaded the barrel into the carriage and was ready to leave, suddenly someone put something into his hand. As soon as he turned his head, he saw an expressionless guy fixing the barrel. The guy didn''t even look at him. He immediately turned back and walked towards the slave camp, where slaves lived in two worlds like ordinary people.


    After dinner in the evening, the slave returned to the simple shack and lay down. With the help of the light penetrating through the gap between the wooden walls of the shack, he untied his belt and took out the thing.


    It was a note that had become a small ball. He looked left and right, curled his body to block others'' sight, and carefully unfolded the note. His face suddenly showed an extremely complex expression, which seemed to be laughing or crying. Gradually, the complex expression turned to firmness. He tore up the note, stuffed it into his mouth and swallowed it with saliva.


    He didn''t sleep all night. The emotion in his mind made him unable to calm down.