No one understands why he did it. In such a closed and simple social relationship, an operation like Zhou Yu is indeed incomprehensible, after all, whether it is a slave or a soldier around him, he has a different concept and purpose. Bearing everything alone is naturally everything he is about to face.

The decision of classified management is the first to be put on the agenda, and it is not difficult to say that it is not difficult to do, anyway, the work is done by the slaves themselves. In less than half a day, all the slaves cleaned up the houses and pens, rearranged and combined, and used the central axis as a boundary marker, with cattle on the left and people on the right.

On this basis, the Governor also made some improvements to the plan, dividing the slave houses into two types, men and women, without crossing or interfering with each other. Practice has proved that this does reduce the probability of some violent and illegal incidents. Of course, the cutting off of the skin and meat business, as some daily needs, especially physiological needs, must be solved by the slaves.

Still, there are some unpleasant elements when it comes to eating. Because men and women were separated, the first class of food was often made up of strong and powerful male slave teams, and each of them could eat four dumplings; The second tier of food is the weaker team or the female slave team, each of whom can eat two dumplings; Those teams with elderly people or children are less competitive and have less business within the specified time limit, so they can only eat last and get a dumpling per person.

Therefore, the male slaves who teamed up with these old, weak, sick and disabled people had to redouble their efforts in order to eat a few more bites, so that they could barely rush into the second gear, which objectively stimulated their enthusiasm for work and improved their overall work efficiency.

"I said, Captain, your method really works. In half a month, the use of flour has been reduced by half, but the work has doubled. Not bad, not bad! Looks like Mistress Bruno will praise you heavily! Kuka put his hands behind his back and looked at the orderly scene in front of him with a smile on his face.

"I hope that the adults will give you more support and teaching. The small one is just a suggestion, see Lord Bruno in the future, this small credit is still proposed to be credited to a few adults, you work hard, day and night, you are the mainstay! Zhou Yu still has a sloppy face.

"The children can be taught, the children can be taught!"

"I wonder how the reports of the adults are doing?"

"Huh?" Kuka and Furen looked at each other and smiled without saying a word. Zhou Yu scolded secretly in his heart, two old foxes, looking at your expressions, you know that you have filled your pockets and deducted a lot from them, which is many times better than the previous days when today and tomorrow are not known.

"If this method is feasible, there is still a plan for the small one."

"Oh? And the clever idea, let's hear it? ”

"Isn't half of that gluttonous flour saved now, so I suggest adding a dinner."

"What?" Kuka pulled out a whip that had been useless for a long time from his back, shook his wrist and dragged the ground, and snapped the whip on Zhou Yu's back.

It hurts, it hurts. It was that familiar feeling, Zhou Yu gritted his teeth, but there was a smile on his face.

"Are you tired of being alive kid? Don't be ignorant of whether it's good to lift, take you as a person and see that you still have to inch in? You're always something that is inferior to a pig and a dog! Fu Lun pointed at his nose and cursed, causing the slaves who were eating next to him to look in horror.

"Uh, yes, yes! The two adults are right! Isn't the small one just a pig or a dog, you have a lot of adults, how can you see it like me! Don't worry about it, listen to me. I mean... Zhou Yuqiang squeezed out a smile, looked left and right, and posted it over.

"I mean, Lord Bruno doesn't lack this food, but people are saving time and face, right?"

The two of them looked gloomy and stared at him to see what tricks he was going to play.

"So, where is the saving of food for the government? It doesn't save us our own pockets, does it? ”

"What do you mean?" Fu Lun's eyes lit up.

"Yes, I mean after adding dinner, the expenses are still the same as before the reform, but the surplus has doubled, have you ever thought about it?" Hearing this, Fu Lun and Kuka fell into deep thought, this kid is really a talent.

"You don't need to change the report, you can double all the items. I guess Master Bruno would care about this little bit of investment when he saw that the construction period had been cut in half. The two adults said that is not the reason? Zhou Yu said flatteringly, while staring at the eyes of the two of them smartly, he did not relax at all in the habit of observing micro-expressions, and he also prepared several different sets of rhetoric for predictable trends.

"Well, there's some truth to that." Kuka nodded, wrapping the whip back into his waist.

"Besides, the slaves have eaten two clean meals, and their physical strength and endurance are definitely better than before, and the small ones are guaranteed by heads, and the efficiency will be improved again." Zhou Yu slapped his chest on the mountain.

"Huh? Not to mention, it's really a way. A smile crossed Furlen's face.

"It's kind of funny, kind of funny. Your kid's whip is not in vain, the more you beat, the more clever you become. Kuka didn't apologize for the slap he had just made. Also, if he had ordinary compassion for these embarrassed people, then Zhou Yu was too naïve, he never thought that he could morally conquer these people with blood on their hands.

"That can't be? As long as it can benefit the big brothers, let alone one whip, it is ten whips, a hundred whips, and the small ones will not hesitate. With that, Zhou Yu leaned over and carefully dusted off Kuka and Fulun's plackets.

"Haha! You boy! What a life of a dog slave born by nature! ”

"Haha!" The two laughed heartily together and walked away. Zhou Yu frowned slightly, watching their backs leave.

"Dog minion!"

"Scum!"

"Traitor, shameless!"

When he turned around again, a bunch of branches and stones crackled from in front of him, which frightened Zhou Yu and hurriedly held his head in his hands and ran aside. What's wrong with this? What about packing the Dragon Star Bag?

It turned out that the slaves really couldn't stand his servile face and ugly face, and gathered together to spit on him. The two guards who heard the sound looked back and saw the scene, but instead of stopping it, they laughed even louder.

Zhou Yu took off the rotten vegetable leaves on his head, squatted in the nearest pile of ten people, picked up a dumpling from the cauldron, and stuffed it into his mouth expressionlessly, as if nothing had happened. The two slaves beside him moved to both sides in disgust, apparently not wanting to be with him.

"Boy, I really can't see that cheap bones can be cheap to your extent, old decay admires and admires!" An old man moved over and sat cross-legged beside him. It turned out to be Cassido.

"Huh." Zhou Yu raised his head and glanced at him with a smile.

"You said you were so concerned about making dog legs, why did you do it? The old man is very puzzled, can he still change your background? Cassido didn't bother him and continued to ask.

"Alas, you don't understand it, and you won't believe me when I say that you have lived for sixty or seventy years in vain. All in all, it's a promising career! Zhou Yu continued to nibble on the dumplings, and the dumplings without the smell of horse manure were delicious.

"Boy, don't you have parents? Do you know that you are such a shameless parent? I'm chilling for them, I'm ashamed for you. Cassido grew louder the more he spoke.

"Oh, I see, you're sorry for me, I'm so old."

"You, you!" Cassido's angry white beard pouted. I wanted to persuade him with good words, but I didn't know that this kid wouldn't get in with oil and salt. However, including Cassido, who among the thousands of slaves could truly understand Zhou Yu's painstaking efforts. The Metropolitan Governor closed his eyes, pondered for a few seconds, and when he opened them, the clarity in his eyes completely disappeared, and he continued to nibble on the dumplings with an indifferent smile.

When he first arrived at Soracia, where everything was like a mystery in a rosebud, Zhou Yu was arrested before he could pick it, let alone break the first layer of petals. The torment and suffering of these two months has been more painful than anyone else. Not for anything else, but because he is a man accustomed to living in freedom, and this freedom is incompatible with the wandering meats around him who endure the treatment of livestock. Alas, we are all slaves of status, imprisoned in prisons of our own creation.

Truth be told, there must be something hateful about the wretched. Zhou Yu had no doubt about the stupidity of the slaves, and what wisdom could be required of such a group of mechanical agents who were uneducated, whose behavior was constrained by others, who only ate and slept and worked. If someone does this, then that person is either crazy or stupid. Unfortunately, the Metropolitan Governor is neither.

The one who sits on the top uses a whip, and the one lying on the bottom eats pig food. In fact, everyone is not wrong, because the road is chosen by themselves and walked out by themselves. Zhou Yu didn't want to upset this balance, because preaching faith is a long and complicated thing, you can't convince everyone to rebel with you in a day or two, and you can't ask everyone you just know to pin their heads to the waistband of your pants to do it with you, that's unrealistic and unreasonable. Only in the movie will there be this kind of brain-dead character who responds to all calls and an incomparably wise person who conquers tens of millions of toiling people in minutes.

Reality is never imaginary, it's cruel.

Therefore, he has exhausted all his cleverness and dignity to create a relatively better living space for these slaves. As for his great wisdom, it is all focused on playing chess and disguise. He, in the next big game of chess. He is also trying to disguise himself as much as possible.

"What am I? Old immortal, who do you think you don't respect and grind with pigs now? Zhou Yu glared at him and said angrily.

"Who do you think you can eat two meals of coarse grain dumplings a day, and stop eating manure and horse manure?"

"How did you see that the women who went in and out of the groves in order to have enough to eat gradually regained their dignity and were no longer allowed to be left to others*?"

"You..." Zhou Yushu was reluctant to say it later.

"You're doing it for your own selfish gain, holding the stinky feet of those wolf-hearted people and climbing up! For your own sake! Cassido retorted.

"For myself? You're naïve, old fellow. I'll just tell you, you don't understand the world of William Wallace. I'm too lazy to talk nonsense with you, get out of the way, I still have to serve soup! Old Card couldn't have known who William Wallace was, but he saw something in the young man's eyes that he hadn't seen in a long time. What is it? He struggled to find and compare in his heart and mind. What is it?

There is, this long-lost is hope. A feeling of hope.

"Eat well and take care of your body. Put the words out, Lao Tzu will rebel. On the way back from Sheng Tang, Zhou Yu used his right shoulder to push the old card and whispered these two sentences in his ear.

Although the voice was faint and gnats, Cassido heard it very well. This kid is not crazy, he actually, really wants to rebel. It turned out that all this he did was planned and purposeful, first gaining the trust of the guards, defrauding the reform policy, and then improving the physical fitness of the slaves by improving food and accommodation.

Finally, and most importantly, he ignited the slaves' hatred of their rulers and inspired them to yearn for freedom and to be in control of their own destiny through this step-by-step statement, both by his own statement and as a negative example. endure humiliation and steal life, no matter how those guards and old men beat and sarcastic, this kid is a laid-skinned face, and the most scoundrel and shameless person in the world is less than half of him.

All this is to make the slaves awaken. Cassido's brain thumped, and he suddenly woke up to all this. It turned out that he was a very good man. From his point of view, he could only see Zhou Yu's methods and tricks, but he couldn't see that this was a walker with great wisdom. The meeting of Pingshui is fate, and the spark is an important task.

Cassido was a living fossil in a slave camp, and was kept here for thirty years, to say the least. He knows who in this camp has a strict mouth and hard bones. After Zhou Yu's information was transmitted, he first discerned the authenticity. With an old bone and one leg already in the coffin, naturally there is no capital calculated by him, so the news should be true.

In addition, use empathy to verify that if he is Zhou Yu, he has obviously become the biggest official among the slaves, the lieutenant chief, isn't it superfluous to calculate his compatriots? There is no need. What is particularly exciting is that I have an inexplicable sense of closeness and trust in him. At first sight, I felt that he had his own aura and special identity, and he would definitely do something one day.

For thirty years, there have been riots in slave camps, escapes, and killings of guards. The ending is regrettable, and in Cassido's experience, such actions all end in failure and death. He chose to trust this raw melon egg, what kind of courage is needed to support it, he doesn't know. He only knew that he was over seventy years old, and if he didn't fight, he would really be here for the rest of his life.

In the days that followed, the Governor continued to be his lieutenant governor, while Cassido secretly talked to some of the other slaves while he labored, ate, and let off steam. Most of these people are strong men with strong bodies, charisma, and inverted scales. Zhou Yu thinks people will believe Cassido and not him, because of what? Because he is an official, people will have a potential consciousness modeling in their hearts, that is, no matter what an official says, it is for himself, and it is impossible to think about others.

"I believe in freedom, I believe in King Xi. I want my heart to reach out and touch the sky ... "One time to let the wind blow, the Metropolitan Governor was lying on a stone slab looking at the sky in a peugeot motion, singing a song that no one else understood.

"Y-Do you really believe in freedom and hope?" A cowardly voice came from his ears, startling Zhou Yu. Most of the slaves didn't bother to talk to him, and the sudden interjection made him sit up quickly.

"Oh, it's you!" The Metropolitan Governor stretched and looked at the young man who was not yet twenty years old on the other side, his name was Bamble, and he had recently promoted a trumpet. It stands to reason that he is his own person.

"Chief, I heard that you are going to do something." The teenager asked unnaturally.

",? What's going on? Who is talking nonsense? Let him stand up. I'm serving Mistress Bruno so well, what can I do? Zhou Yu stared at him and said.

"Cassido said, say you're going to rebel!"

you, old glass, don't you think your life is too long!