The Humble Family's Daughter Has A Spatial Pocket! novel Chapter 1059

Chapter 1059: Chapter 885, Coal Mine_2

"Pah, you don’t have many chances to deal with nobles, so you don’t know they truly look down on us mud-legged peasants from the bottom of their hearts. With ladies among those people, how could they possibly help a dirty child?"

When the figures had vanished from sight, Defu finally opened the carriage and let the boy get out.

The boy looked at Defu, then at Daohua and Xiao Yeyang, and with a ’plop’ he knelt down: "Thank you, kind souls, for saving me."

Xiao Yeyang sized up the boy, who looked to be about twelve or thirteen and so frail that a gust of wind might blow him away. He furrowed his brows and asked, "You’re so young, yet you were already working in the coal mine?"

Anger flickered across the boy’s face: "I was forcibly taken there."

Xiao Yeyang: "Why did they take you?"

The boy shook his head: "I don’t know. My father was a minor official under Yang Baichu of the North Bay Beihu. Last autumn, my father suddenly died under mysterious circumstances."

"My family and I were very sad, but we didn’t dare to ask questions at Baichu, and to our surprise, just after the New Year, Yang Baichu sent men to capture me and take me to work in the coal mine."

"They tortured me every day, constantly making me dig for coal, and they didn’t even give me food. I couldn’t take it anymore, and that’s why I ran away."

Xiao Yeyang looked at the boy, sensing he hadn’t told the whole story, but couldn’t be bothered to press further.

However, the North Bay Baichu had discovered coal mines...

Over the past few months, he had reviewed the tax records of the Gan State Guard’s Qianhu Offices and Baichu Offices for the last two years and hadn’t seen any tax silver reported from North Bay Baichu.

In Xiliang, coal mines could be privately mined, but there was an annual tax to be paid. Clearly, North Bay Baichu had kept the coal mine a secret.

Thinking of Ganzhou Guard’s inadequate finances, Xiao Yeyang felt deeply angered toward officials like this who led tax evasion. He looked at the boy once more and said indifferently, "Those people have left; you’re free to go."

Having said that, Xiao Yeyang led Daohua toward the carriage, shaken from the recent scare and no longer wanting to ride.

The boy watched their retreating figures, wrestling with his thoughts. When his father had been alive, he’d often visited Baichu and had seen his share of nobles.