After being beaten, Zhou Yu stopped talking. Forget it, what are the requirements of being in prison? Do you still ask people to serve a bowl of millet and sea cucumber? He didn't want to do that much, and if you had the ability, you would eat me, to see if your teeth were hard or my feet smelled.

Thinking about it, he actually fell asleep, and slept so well all the way. What's wrong? Didn't you say he drifted all night and slept all night? So what kind of sleep is that? It was fainting, fainting all night.

With a bang, a big fart woke up the sleeping Metropolitan Governor, has it arrived?

"How can this kid fall asleep? I think what a fool! A man in animal skin scolded, and while scolding, he was still angry, and came up and gave him two heavy punches in the back, hitting Zhou Yu straight in the neck.

"Thank you, big brothers, for your hard work!" Zhou Yu lay on the ground, his hands uncontrollably. Although his eyes were misty and his expression was respectful, no one could notice the chill in his eyes hidden in the countless humilities, staring closely at the sword holster on the back of one of the sergeants. There is, his sword of atonement.

"Someone new!" A hoarse voice came from behind. Zhou Yu looked back and saw that it was a pigsty. There were about a dozen people locked up inside, all of them unkempt and dirty, and the person who spoke was an old man with white hair behind him, like Hong Riqing of the beggar gang. It turns out that the people here have gray hair when they get old.

"How did you get in?" The old man continued. Zhou Yu didn't look back, and his body didn't lift up for half a minute, and he always lay on his side on a pile of dry grass.

"How do you get in? Caught in! ”

"Alas, sympathy! Hungry, boy? The old man continued.

"What, you have something to eat?" Zhou Yu's eyes lit up, and he hurriedly turned around and came over. At this point, there is nothing more appealing to him than food.

"Well, a little more! I'm getting older and eating less, and there's still a piece left from yesterday's hair. As he spoke, the old man groped in his arms, took it out and handed it to Zhou Yu. Zhou Yu didn't think much about it, so he took it.

Take it in your hand and hold it in front of your eyes. Zhou Yu carefully looked at the food handed over by the old man, what is this mess? It seems to be a dumpling, but it is not a thin flour, nor is it a coarse grain, as if it is made of rotten leaves from tree roots. Whatever, eat it first, and then say, since they can eat it, why can't I eat it?

Thinking of this, Zhou Yu took a big bite of the dumpling, what is this, and there was a strange taste in his mouth when he ate it. It stinks, old man, you don't give me expired food, do you? I'm picky.

"What's inside, uncle! What is this food for? Zhou Yu asked while squatting while eating. I feel okay after eating this cake, and after getting used to this strange taste, in addition to being a little throaty, it is not impossible to eat.

Therefore, Zhou Yu hurriedly went over and had nothing to say. As the saying goes, don't forget to give cakes to people, there is nothing in the world that can't be solved by giving gifts to others. If there is, send it again. If it doesn't work, it means that you have bought less Su Yan.

"Sure enough, it's a raw melon egg, and I'm drunk when I see you eat so deliciously. Don't worry, you're going to be with it for decades to come! The old man said, his face darkening.

"What the hell is that?"

"Stables and gluttony!"

"Stables, what's that?"

"Manure is a kind of fertilizer made by mixing horse manure in the horse pen with live urine and feed residues, and by stepping on and fermenting the horse. What we eat is steamed from this fertilizer! The old man took the trouble to explain to Zhou Yu, the newcomer king.

"Oh--hmm--" Before the old man could finish speaking, the rookie king was already crouching next to him and vomited. This is really more difficult to accept than a dog in the day, eating horse manure. Who came up with this idea? Do you still treat people as human beings?

"Damn, can you eat this? Is this what people eat? ”

"People? Are you human? Is he human? No! The old man pointed at Zhou Yu, and then pointed to the "people" next to him who were dull-eyed and dark-looking.

"Me neither, we're not human. Here, there are only four kinds of existence: lords, soldiers, war horses, and slaves, and we are slaves and belong to the lowest level. The old man said, picked up the half of the dumpling that Zhou Yu had thrown aside, blew it, and stuffed it back into his arms. What do you mean by that? If you don't eat it, don't throw it away, some people are queuing up to eat it.

Zhou Yu opened his eyes wide, opened his mouth wide and half sat in the pigsty, and on the opposite side of the wooden fence were large and small pigs that were humming and arching together. Look over there, look at this side, and there's really no difference.

Ding, a string of bells called Zhou Yu back from petrification. The classmates who slept with him began to dress up when they heard the sound of the bell, that is, they spat and foamed on their hands to wipe their faces. What to do? Are you going to go to self-study? He saw the slaves standing in a line at the fence, one after the other, waiting for the soldiers to come and pick the locks, and he himself consciously lined up at the back, next to the old man.

"Uncle, what are you going for?"

"What are you doing, going to work? What do you think a slave can do? Eating meat, drinking, prostitution? The old man laughed.

"Uh, uh, that's not impossible, I'll invite you when I'm out. Quanjude, cheap square, a bowl of home you can choose, night, night banquet, night fragrance sister you choose! Zhou Yu picked up his words and said. At this time, the team had begun to move forward in broken steps, and Zhou Yuwu was blind, and his thoughts had returned to Beijing.

"Snap" a whip, where to play the whip?

Oops, it hurts, it hurts! Zhou Yu looked up and saw a beast-skin soldier holding a whip in his hand, dripping it on his back. He hurriedly bent over his arms to rub his back. Oops, oops.

"You're fine! Come on! The whip soldier scolded.

It turned out to be an overseer. Okay, see he's a newcomer and give him a dismount.

There were bursts of crackling sounds, and Zhou Yu looked up to see that there were pigsties, horse pens, sheep pens, and chicken pens all over here, almost three or five meters away from a cage. The cage was divided into two halves, one side for the animals and the other for the slaves. At this time, it should be the morning to start, and the slaves lined up in a line along the way gathered in the center from all directions, what kind of work were they doing? Zhou Yu muttered in his heart.

These slaves were desolate and distracted due to malnutrition during the menstrual period, and there were even some children of eight or nine years old in the middle. Most of them had surprisingly large abdomen, but their limbs were skinny, and Zhou Yu knew that it was due to the low protein content in the blood and the ascites formed by the reduced plasma osmolality.

Some old men or slaves who seemed to be sick were naturally whipped because they walked slower, but it is not known whether it was because of the numbness caused by long-term slavery or other reasons, and the whipping did not make them more nervous and vigorous, and their steps were not half a minute faster. Perhaps, they have long been accustomed to this kind of flesh and skin suffering. Habit is a terrible thing.

"Don't, don't fight, big brother! I'm going fast, I'm going fast! Zhou Yu was stunned for a moment, and the soldier holding the whip raised his hand to smoke again, he hurriedly put on a hippie smile and quickened his pace to keep up. Why are you looking for a whip?

Hundreds of slaves gathered in a central square, and Zhou Yu stood on tiptoe and estimated that there were about three or four thousand people. In the center of the square was an umbrella made of golden curtains, covering the scorching sun overhead, and the people sitting in it could not see clearly because they were too far away. I saw a group of soldiers suspected of being small leaders walking up the high platform from the stone stairs on both sides, and they didn't know what to say around the umbrella cover, and it seemed that the person in the umbrella was explaining the matter.

After a while, the canopy moved backwards, and the soldiers ran briskly, orderly breaking the slaves into pieces, regrouping and hurrying away. Zhou Yu's dozen people don't know what team they have been assigned to, in short, don't ask, just get a whip if you ask, just follow the front. Although Zhou Yu was on the first day of work, he had already touched some doorways.

After walking slowly for half an hour, the team in front stopped. After waiting for a while, I saw that there were slaves walking back in the reverse, seven or eight people in groups carrying a log that was five or six meters long, heheheheyo walked with difficulty, stepping barefoot in the mud and not facing the surface of the foot, it was obvious that the log on the shoulder had some weight.

It was the turn of this group, and a dozen of them were constantly dragged by a beast-skin soldier, and they stood in line. It turned out that this was a stone platform that was high for one person, and everyone was lined up and stood on one side of the stone platform half a meter apart. The stone platform was stacked with logs as high as a hill, and soldiers were constantly sweating and rolling the logs down from it, and when they reached the edge of the stone platform, several people kicked together, and the logs rolled down just in time to be caught by the neat shoulders of the slaves lined up.

With a bang, everyone's shoulders sank and their knees tightened. This log is a few hundred kilograms, not to mention these sick seedlings and tuberculosis ghosts, even ten professional athletes can't bear it. Zhou Yu had strength on his shoulders, and the chrysanthemum almost burst out.

Hey, hey, the man in front shouted the trumpet, and it was evident that the slaves were already familiar with this kind of work, and they stepped forward at twenty-five centimeters each. This job, it looks easy but it is actually a test of cooperation, if there is a person who does not step well or the stride length is inconsistent, it will disrupt the rhythm, the light is crooked, and the heavy is a piece of the ground.

In this way, one trip, two trips, three or four trips, although the distance is not far, it is only carried from the lumberyard to the center of the square, but the physical strength and endurance requirements are extremely high. Sure enough, some of the weaker slaves had fallen on the side of the road a few times later, and no matter how high the whip was raised, no matter how hard it was whipped, it could not get up.

The overseer really has a way to reintegrate the remaining young and strong ones into formation and continue to work. My day, you lackeys and scum are really not good people, Zhou Yu spat on the ground, remembering the faces of these overseers. Of course, what he never forgot was the lewd man who took his sword of atonement. The Cursed Pupil was worn in a torn glove, the Promised Foot was originally a pair of broken boots, and the map was placed close to him, and these three things remained on him.

Jingle and rattle again. A stout man in front of him had a long-lost smile on his face, these bells were of different lengths and rhythms, and Zhou Yu had heard no less than four or five kinds in the morning. As for this ...

It's time to start eating, and it turns out to be a bell for opening rice.

It wasn't until he worked for a few days in a row that Zhou Yu gradually distinguished several different ringtones for starting work, starting meals, gathering, and disbanding. Every day at sunrise and rest, at noon a meal is vegetable soup on coarse grains, at night a meal is a stable fat dumpling without soup food, breakfast is not.

Those who practice slavery do not want to starve these slaves to death, otherwise the number will become smaller and smaller, and where will there be people to work for them? So this meal at noon is enough. As a result, some black industrial chains were born under this oppression. The first is stealing, and the noon dumplings are clean, and some thieves and rat-eyed slaves secretly hide these coarse grains in their clothes, shoes and boots.

Of course, if it is discovered by the overseers or soldiers, a good meal will not be able to escape. Compared to the huge interests lurking behind it, there is nothing to do. What are the benefits? Bribes and exchanges.

Every evening, there is about an hour of windbreak after sunset. During this time, all slaves were to be gathered in the square and roam freely, and the area could spread to the surrounding woods. The soldiers watched and guarded the perimeter, during which the slaves were allowed to trade on their own.

There are several types of transactions. One is bartering, changing shoes and hats, changing gloves, changing soaps, changing herbs, all the materials come from the surrounding woods, some slaves who are afraid of being beaten but have skills take the opportunity to exchange various handicrafts for food. Of course, this also gave rise to another kind of exchange, the skin and meat business. Some slave girls traded their bodies for gluttony, and the place of trade was in the surrounding woods.

The Governor took a closer look and found that there were almost no maidens among the slave girls, and most of them were over forty years old. It is estimated that some of the young female slaves were concentrated elsewhere for the enjoyment of the ruling class. Also, these middle-aged and elderly women who are unkempt and can't distinguish between men and women, let alone handsome men, are also inconspicuous by those overseers.

As for bribery, it's even more simplistic. If there are some acts of snatching, *, stealing, laziness, etc., the only thing that can be used to resolve the caning is gluttony, and it must be clean and unstained. It seems that these guards usually have limited food, or they don't care about their food, or they can't take care of their families.

"Alas, I said the old card!" After a few days, Zhou Yu has recognized all the more than a dozen people in the same bedroom. The old man who fattened him on the first day was called Cassido, and there were two women and a child here in addition to some men.

"You said they carry these logs every day, what are they going to do?"

"What? Do you see that central square? It used to be a rocky hill. It took 5,000 people and a whole year to polish and smooth out. Now enter the second stage, which is to build a temple! Cassido didn't lift his eyelids back to him.

"Build a temple? What temple? ”

"I said, kid, you don't have a fever that burns out your brain. Of course, it is to build a rain temple and worship the rain god! Cassido's eyes narrowed.

"What's inside, old card. When I was a child, I ate too much salt, and my brain did burn out. You, look, my hair is discolored. There are a lot of things that I really can't remember. ”

"Fakmi, the ruler of this Shorasia, the water king, is the messenger of the rain god. All feudal lords must believe in the rain god, and if anyone dares to believe in paganism without authorization, they will be beheaded and punished by the nine clans. Ahh Cassido apparently mentioned the word paganism, and his heart was palpitating.

"It's been a few days, a light rain in the morning and a heavy rain in the afternoon every day, the rain god is really manifested, and he takes care of us!" Zhou Yu said as he leaned against a pile of hay, shaking off the mud of a boot.

"Rain god rain god, rain is the source of all things. Without rain, there is no life, no everything. Do you know? In that distant continent of Kuzsia, there was not a drop of rain. So, that's also barren land. Cassido sighed.

Yes, people need water. Cassido is older, obviously more experienced than young people, and knows everything about Kuzsia by word of mouth, but he doesn't know that Kuzsia has undergone subversive changes today, and a strong revolutionary force has quietly risen and is trying to change the continent.

Zhou Yu is not suspicious or annoyed, for these slaves who live at the bottom of society, and are not even as good as animals, they can't be asked to be empowered from a high position, they only have one of the most fundamental, direct and simple requirements, which is to live. Compared with living, what dignity, what chastity, and what faith are all pale and powerless, and as light as a feather.

"The Water King Li is the messenger of the rain god, and only he can ask the rain god for rain, irrigate Soracia, and give life to the earth. If he is angry, Heaven will punish us and there will be no more rain and no more scorching sun. In less than a month, the flowers and trees will wither, the heat will scorch the earth, and everyone will die, they will all die! With that, Cassido reverently knelt down towards the east, his hands crossed over his chest, his forehead resting on the ground, and his mouth babbling something.

Seeing Cassido worshipping reverently, the rest of the people in the house put down their work and talked about the topic in their mouths, and knelt down to the east in unison, in the same posture as him, and the words in their mouths.

After listening for a long time, Zhou Yu heard clearly what they said: "Rain God Lin, Water King Spirit, the well-being of all things, Ze is born by the common people." ”

TMD, again a cult.