Jiudao Villa has been very quiet these days, a slave doesn't know what happened, neither need to go to the back mountain to mine, nor do you have to do anything else, every day is to sit in the open space in the West Garden to bask in the sun, three meals a day with good tea and good meals, at first everyone was worried and uneasy, after three or two days, they were also used to it.

There are still private discussions----

"You say, did the owner of the village turn to worship the Buddha, and he treated us so well?"

"Hey, within three days the whip and the wooden stick will come to greet us, don't believe it and look at ......"

"I don't think so, your look at the fat pig in the past two days is completely different from the past...... Could it be that the owner's conscience has really found out?"

"Trying to spoil your brain......"

“......”

More than 5,000 slaves ate and lived for a few days, early in the morning, the three housekeepers called them all to the open space in front of the villa, a group of people stood in the square on all sides, the slaves looked at each other, their hearts were a little uneasy, they didn't know what would happen, but then they saw a large group of monks in big red robes with magic weapons rushing in, and in an instant, the solemn chanting sound sounded inside and outside the villa.

Zhao Yuxiang wore a white robe, with five ladies wearing the same white skirts, and respectfully obeyed the instructions of the old monk and began a grand memorial ceremony.

"Is this a practice? Could it be that the owner of the village is doing something for his old man?"

"Who knows? The old man of the owner has been dead for decades, right?

"I said you guys, what are you guessing about? Let's watch the excitement, anyway, it's the first time we've seen such a lively scene in all these years, and it's good to look at it twice. ”

"Yes, yes, after the ceremony is over, there should be steamed buns and white porridge to be distributed...... What a good thing!"

The ritual lasted for more than three hours, and when the old monk walked out of the gate of Jiudao Villa with a group of disciples, the sun had already risen to the middle, and the early summer sun was really not too hot, but people would feel unbearable heat after standing for a long time.

The sturdy housekeeper beat the cowhide drum and suppressed the humming discussion of the slaves: "Everyone be quiet!

After a few disturbances, the square was silent.

Zhao Yuxiang climbed onto the small high platform that had just been built by the rituals, he looked left and right at the slaves standing in the square, and couldn't help but be a little surprised in his heart, the number of slaves was really a little more.

"Everyone has been coming to Jiudao Villa for some years, this is fate, but fate also has an end to one day, I declare that every slave standing here will return to his free body from today onwards, and will no longer be a slave of my Jiudao Villa, each of you will get a severance pay of 1,000 taels of silver, and after getting the silver, leave immediately, and have nothing to do with Jiudao Villa in the future, do you hear?"

The slaves were stunned for a moment, but finally they had the first to understand and exclaimed, "We are free...... We are no longer slaves....."

Soon, the other slaves who were still in the mud came to their senses, and they let out a thunderous cheer: "We are free...... We are no longer enslaved...... Hahaha, we can go home!"

The slaves were in turmoil, and they ran to tell each other, and some of them were already rushing to the gate.

The drums were beating again, and Zhao Yuxiang shouted loudly: "You guys be quiet, don't be busy walking first, everyone will line up in fifty lines, and go out immediately after receiving the silver...... In the future, you will no longer be from my Jiudao Villa, and we will be cleared!"

Zhao Yuxiang pouted to Zhao Yang Nunu, who was standing behind him, Zhao Yang walked to the edge of the high platform with three thick rosters, and said loudly: "This is your deed of sale, look at it, burn it now!"

Zhao Yang raised the roster in his hand to the slaves in the audience, and then threw the three rosters into the bronze and bronze tripod that was still burning.

Several sturdy male slaves rushed to the high platform, waved their fists and shouted, "What about the dead brothers?"

Zhao Yuxiang took a step back, and hundreds of family members rushed out of the shadows, blocking the owner, with a big knife in his hand, pointing at the few slaves with angry faces.

The slaves were frightened again and stepped back. In the end, it is still in the sphere of influence of Jiudao Mountain Villa, since the owner of the village has opened his mouth, set himself free, and compensated a thousand taels of silver, this is already a delicious big pie, those dead slaves, can only say that they were unlucky, and they did not survive until the day of Yunkai Riming.

Zhao Yuxiang wiped the cold sweat on his forehead, and said to the family in front of him: "Take the knife...... You guys are here to press the field, watch them get their money, don't have any fights, trampling or anything like that, I don't want any of these slaves, and I'll get rid of them all......"