In the early spring, among the first batch of slaves sent by Lao Kao to Banpo Dolphin, there was a young man who was particularly stubborn, which made Lao Kao very impressed. This young man is very thin, in fact, the slaves who have just finished the winter, one is thinner than the other, for this Tang Ge also expressed his dissatisfaction with the old sickle, but this young man is also an extremely conspicuous existence even in such a group of slaves, all because this young man is too thin, too weak, he is already skinny to the bone, and the weak seems to be blown down by a gust of wind.

When Lao Kao bought this batch of slaves, this young man was originally unsightly, he thought that such a good thing, on the road even three days can not hold on to the will be exhausted to death, buy it is also a loss, maybe it will be dragged down by the team's trip, but his old patron repeatedly assured that this young man is very solid, looking thin but will never die on the way, if he dies, the next transaction, he will pay Lao Kao three slaves. The old sickle reluctantly accepted the young man, but it was the idea of making his old patron compensate him for his three slaves.

Of course, with the credibility of the old sickle, he would never use means to earn the benefits of the three slaves to a slave, so he paid special attention to it along the way, to see how far this young man could hold on to it before he could survive and die, and he had even estimated that the normal three days, at most five days, the judgment that the young man would be breathless, but the stubbornness and strength of the young man made the old sickle misestimate again and again.

Slaves are like or even inferior to cattle in front of their slave owners, but among slaves, there will also be classes. It is normal for the strong to bully the weak, to bully the small in a large group, and to bully the old with the young. Even, they are accustomed to being abused, and they bully their own kind, and their methods are more bloody and cruel than those of the slave owners! As the steward of the far-traveled trading team, Lao Scythe naturally understands the intrigue between the slaves, but as long as it is not too excessive, Lao Scythe will not care.

After all, a fight between two animals is nothing in the eyes of their owners, as long as they don't cause trouble, or make the owner unhappy if they go too far, the owner is generally too lazy to care. What's more, these livestock-like slaves were just passed through his hands, and it didn't take long for them to become someone else's property, so the people of the caravan were even less careful. With that effort, it is better to take care of more valuable and real animals.

On the first day the boy entered the caravan, he was bullied miserably.

When they set out that day, the caravan gave each of the slaves two fist-sized vegetable dumplings, and these two vegetable dumplings were the food of the slaves for a whole day. The so-called vegetable dumplings are all kinds of edible leaves and vegetable leaves kneaded together, and a little salt is added to them, which is the normal ration of the slaves. This kind of vegetable dumplings, when making it, it is naturally not too fine, not to mention whether the vegetable leaves are old or not, there are no vegetable stalks, even if there are dead branches and rotten leaves and dead insects in it, it is also a normal thing, so there is no need to mention the taste, it is really something that livestock does not eat.

The smarter slave, for the sake of insurance, will eat the vegetable dumplings in his stomach as soon as they are handed out, so that other slaves will not be able to plot their own food, and this thin boy obviously does not belong to the category of smart people.

When the vegetable dumplings arrived, most of the people devoured them, first filling their bellies and then talking about other things, but the young man, who cherished it, chewed and ate most of the vegetable dumplings slowly, and carefully wrapped the remaining one and a half with a dirty animal skin, apparently planning to eat while walking.

"Inexperienced!" When the old sickle saw this scene, he shook his head slightly. The boy's plan was right, eating up the food little by little on the road was more reasonable for people who traveled long distances, and it was better to conserve physical strength. But the crux of the matter is that first of all, you have to make sure that the food in your hand is truly yours. As expected by the old sickle, not long after he hit the road, the old sickle turned his face, and the young man became blue and swollen, and his body was dirty. As for the dirty animal skin wrapped in the vegetable ball in his hand, it was naturally gone.

Looking at the vain footsteps and a desperate young man, the old sickle shook his head and secretly guessed that maybe this young man couldn't withstand it for even three days.

All day long, the boy was gritting his teeth and hurrying. Although his face became more and more ugly, his steps became more and more vain, and he even fell to the ground again and again, every time he fell, the boy was able to struggle to get up, and he was able to keep up with the speed of the trading team.

The performance of the boy who did not fall behind surprised the old sickle for the first time.

The next day, when the dumplings were being distributed, Lao Kao deliberately paid attention to the boy again. When he found that the boy had eaten a whole vegetable dumpling and secretly hid the other one in his arms, the old sickle shook his head.

"I don't have a long memory!" The old sickle said to himself. He felt that this teenager would not be able to survive even today.

Sure enough, not long after he was on the road, his face was colored again, and the place where he hid the vegetable dumplings was also flat and tidy, and it seemed that this vegetable dumpling still couldn't be saved. Shaking his head, the old sickle decided not to pay attention to the young man, who in his mind had already been sentenced to death.

Sure enough, before noon, the boy began to fall again and again, from the middle of the line, to the back of the line. Hunger and fatigue tortured this young man who had no fat on his body, and was as thin as a skeleton. The vitality in the boy's eyes became less and less, and the time he fell to the ground became longer and longer, but the boy was still able to get up every time, with his head down, and chased after the team with a blank face. There was even a time when the old sickle felt that the boy could no longer get up, and was about to let people go over to see if he had lost his breath, but he still held on to the ground, staggered to his feet, stuffed a handful of grass into his mouth, and continued to chase the team like a walking corpse.

The old sickle has begun to regret the bet with the old patron, because the boy has begun to slow down the speed of the team. If he hadn't made that bet, he would have left the boy to fend for himself in the wilderness, and he could even have someone give him a good time and understand his pain thoroughly, but with that bet, the old scythe couldn't leave him alone, even if he gave up the three slave places, because it was about the credibility of the caravan. Unless this young man is really seriously dragging them down, he can leave him behind, or this young man has completely lost his ability to move, and he can wipe out the young man, otherwise, he must not abandon the "goods" of the caravan at will.

The boy stuffed a handful of grass and leaves into his mouth, and he was not poisoned, and he continued to camp until the night, and the old sickle did not find a reason to deal with the young man, which surprised the old sickle again.

On the morning of the third day, the old sickle originally predicted that the teenager's limit was there. When the old sickle saw the boy stuff both vegetable dumplings into his mouth in one go, he began to extend his expectations for the boy. It's been a long road, and this strong teenager has become one of the few pastimes on Lao Kao's journey.

On this day, the teenager stumbled, and as expected, he still kept up with the team.

On the fourth day, Lao Kao saw the stubbornness of this young man.

Since the members of the caravan had hunted a lot of prey the night before, they still had some leftover in the morning, because it was inconvenient to take the food on the road, so it was cheaper for the slaves. When the old sickle saw that the boy had snatched a bone with a lot of flesh, he thought that the boy might make it to the wasteland alive.

As a result, in a blink of an eye, the unexpected happened.

After "feeding" the slaves, the caravan began to go back to sort out the goods and livestock, and the old sickle also needed to pack his own luggage, but as soon as he returned to the tent, he heard a commotion in the place where the slaves were kept in captivity.

The old sickle took people to see it, and found that the young man was lying on the ground and did not move, with two hideous wounds on his forehead, bright red blood flowing down his forehead to the ground, looking like life and death were unknown, and the bone with a lot of flesh was still held in his arms.

"Who did it!" The old sickle's face was as black as the bottom of a pot, and he asked gloomily.

The slaves lowered their heads in unison, and in unison they stretched out their hands to a shivering fellow with a blood-stained stone thrown under his feet.

"Handled!" The old sickle waved his hand and said coldly. Then two big men came out of the caravan, grabbed chickens and slipped out of the daring guy.

"Please spare me! He bites mine first...... I don't dare to ...... anymore," the shriveled slave began to cry out for mercy, but to no avail. Without frowning, the two big men wiped his throats in front of all the slaves.

The old sickle's face was like frost, and he stared at the slaves who were huddled in a ball with fierce eyes.

"That's what happens when you don't follow the rules!" Sen Leng's words popped out of the old sickle's mouth.

Just as most slave traders would kill the stranded slaves rather than leave them to fend for themselves, it was also a rule in the caravans that slaves were not allowed to kill each other. Play a little action, bully and bully other slaves, as long as it is not excessive, the slave owner can not care, but those who dare to kill other slaves must not stay! Because any slave is the property of a slave trader, harming this slave is tantamount to harming their interests, and once the interests of the slave owner are harmed, the perpetrator will definitely die! These rules must be observed, without which the caravan would have dragged on, and the old and weak slaves would have never lived to their destination.

All the actions of slaves were premised on the interests of the slave traders.