After regaining his composure.
Chen Mang slowly let out a long breath, got up to stretch his muscles and bones, and then felt a wave of drowsiness wash over him. It was already near dusk, and he didn't have the energy to do anything more.
He immediately stopped the train in its tracks.
He lay down on the bed and drifted into a hazy sleep.
...
The next day, morning.
After freshening up, Chen Mang, now refreshed and in high spirits, stretched lazily. By this time, Old Pig had already gathered all the slaves in an open space, waiting for him to speak. This was his first formal speech to these new slaves.
Once this speech was done.
It would be time to start preparing for the mining.
"..."
Chen Mang stood on top of the train, leaning on a cane, overlooking the crowd of people below, at least a thousand strong. The last time he spoke in front of so many people was when he was reading a repentance letter under the school's flagpole.
