Chapter 172 Planning
His own home, he didn't want to stay there for a moment anymore.
Along the way, Losid looked out the window without saying a word, put his hands on his thighs, and didn't even look at her.
Sierra asked him, "Are you angry?"
"Is it hard to see?" He turned back and frowned.
Sierra thought for a moment and opened the gummies she had just brought from home, then took one of the milk-flavored ones and put it in her mouth.
She leaned forward and handed the candy half-bitten to her lips in front of Luo Xied. His eyes darkened, he hugged her waist and took the candy into his mouth.
The sandwiched sugar dough is wrapped with cheese, and a hint of sweetness bursts from your lips.
After feeding the candy, Sera wanted to step back, but the back of her head was tightly wrapped by a big hand. She had no way to retreat, and he kept pressing forward step by step.
After an unknown amount of time, her eyes were filled with mist.
Seeing that she was about to cry, Luo Xied finally stopped his hand and pressed his fingertips on her lips, "This is your usual trick."
"Is it sweet?" Sierra asked softly, cradling his neck.
With a low voice, Luo Xied gently pinched the soft flesh around her waist and said, "You can feed me like this in the future."
She raised her head, "Then you're still angry?"
"angry."
"Then we won't feed you anymore." Sierra was about to push him away and sit back. Her waist tightened, and the man's arms wrapped around her again, and her heavy breathing fell into her ears. "Feed her again, and I won't be angry anymore." .”
Terry, who was driving, glanced at the rearview mirror, his fair skin turning slightly red.
When the car stopped at the entrance of Mawson Laundry Factory, Luo Xied took the initiative to open the door on the other side and helped out Sela who was a little weak in her legs.
After such a long time, this was the first time she came to the laundry factory run by Lizzie. It looked similar in size to hers, but there were four or five hills of clothes piled up in the open space inside. It looked like it was busy with business.
The iron door was ajar, and the gatekeeper knew her and greeted her politely.
Sera walked around the piles of dirty clothes and just stepped into the laundry factory when a wave of heat with a strong scent of perfume hit the floor.
She stopped immediately.
"So hot."
The factory did not have any cooling measures. More than 30 skinny black slaves were crowded in the factory, scrubbing and washing clothes in their hands.
Lizzie also spent a lot of money to buy several steam irons. The freshly dried clothes were piled in baskets, waiting to be ironed one by one. The dispersion of steam made the temperature in the factory even higher.
"Ahem."
"cough."
There were a lot of coughing sounds, and every slave's white hair was wet and hanging on his forehead, his clothes were wet with sweat, and his cheeks were sunken and his face was depressed.
Long-term and high-intensity work has almost exhausted their bodies.
The nobles did not regard black slaves as human beings, and the consequences that Sera had expected were now real, and even worse.
"They are in very bad condition, why aren't they allowed to rest?" she asked the steward who came over.
"There is no way. There is a time limit for each batch of orders. If you do not finish washing within the specified time, you will be deducted." The manager said: "In order not to lose money, Mr. Li Qi asked everyone to work overtime overnight, but fortunately these black men Slaves are used to being accompanied by illness, so this little condition won’t be a problem.”
People in the working class also look down on these colonial slaves from the bottom of their hearts.
A black slave woman was ironing clothes. Her body swayed slightly. After only a few seconds, she fell backwards and fainted.
The commotion over there caught Sera's attention, and she went straight over and ordered as the owner, "Send people to the hospital first. It would be bad if it is an infectious disease."
"No!" The steward immediately stopped him, "The master said that all this batch of goods must be processed first. Now there are a few people temporarily vacant for hospitalization, and no one can take the position."
"But she looked like she was going to die."
Sierra didn't listen to the advice at all, and took the initiative to squat down and help lift the fainted woman. She looked at Losid, "I want to take someone to the hospital."
He understood, turned to the steward and repeated the same words. The other person's eyes were blank. Soon, a car belonging to the factory loaded up the unconscious black slave and several caregivers and rushed to the hospital.
The test results came out quickly, but things were unexpected.
The black slave who fainted was lucky not to suffer from any infectious disease. He was just pregnant and had a miscarriage due to the high-pressure environment.
Since she was young and didn't mind high-risk surgeries, Sierra advanced money to buy abortion pills so that the slave girl could have a clean abortion.
In the ward, two black slaves who spoke Lireni language took care of the woman who woke up and cried bitterly. Sierra stood aside with sore eyes.
Knowing that they understood her words, she said: "My father is getting married at Mawson Manor on the 14th of this month. All the money from the factory's operation has been invested in the wedding decoration. He is not willing to use the money to improve your lives. I terribly sorry."
Under the surprised eyes of everyone, she bent down and apologized.
Losi grabbed her arm and pulled her up, "What are you doing?"
"Don't talk." Sierra pushed his hand away and said to the slaves: "My laundry factory has recently experienced a reduction in orders and hot weather. All the money earned has been used to maintain the daily expenses of the factory. It is also very expensive." Sorry I can’t help you.”
She took out her wallet, took out the large-denomination banknotes including the few gold coins, and put them into their hands, "I can't take the money at home, and I don't have much of my own. You use it first. Come to the hospital to check on your health when you have time."
"I know you, miss." The black slave lying on the bed with hazy eyes coughed a few times and said, "I heard that you still spend a lot of money to transport ice cubes to your factory every day. Even if the factory is out of business, you are still persisting. Pay them a monthly salary.”
Sierra sighed, "Well, we are all women and we don't treat each other differently. It was my father and stepmother who went too far. I'm sorry."
"You have nothing to be sorry for. You are so kind. I am very lucky to have a companion working at your place and in good health." The black slave smiled sadly.
Sierra thought for a while, "Do you know who the father of the child is? Maybe I can help you pass on a message."
"We came out of a slave market. He was helping the boss carry goods at the dock. His name is Renn."
"Okay, have a good rest and go back tomorrow."
Sera left with Luo Xied and went straight to the port terminal.
He put his arm around her waist and asked, "Did you do it on purpose?"
"Uh-huh." Sierra asked him to pull down the window and let in the wind coming from the sea for a while, then turned to look at him, "You said there is an infectious disease in the factory."
"It's not the pregnant woman, it's the two people who came with you. You even stuffed money into them with your own hands." Luo Xide pinched her face, "Aren't you afraid that something will happen?"
"Aren't you here?" Sera said this seriously, hugging his neck with a smile and kissing his face, "This will cure the disease."
"Yeah." Luo Xied curled his lips and chuckled happily.