"Shhhhh If the monks don't speak, how can the poor be the kind of person you say? As he spoke, he quickly blinked his eyes a few times and motioned for him to come closer. Here the partition wall has ears, and such an important thing must be spoken by a *.

"What do you say? You repeat? ”

"Ca, Cassido said, you're going to rebel."

"I'm going to rebel? Either he has a broken brain, or you have a bad brain. I eat and drink spicy food, why should I rebel? ”

"For freedom!"

"For freedom?" Zhou Yu began to dare not underestimate the young man opposite.

"You little kid, do you know what freedom is?"

"Freedom is the kind you sing in your song: I believe that youth has no horizon, and the seaside at sunset and the lively street are the most beautiful paradise in my heart. I've heard you sing it several times. Bamble said firmly.

"Alas, you're talking about small freedom, and I'm thinking of big freedom. We are not the same concept. Tell me, what's the matter with me? ”

"Captain, I want to follow you. Now the voices in the camp are divided into two factions, one is for you and Cassido and wants to rebel; On the other hand, there are conservatives, who have seen too many rebellions and escapes and be executed, and there is no precedent for success, so these people choose to wait and see. ”

"Oh, then follow me. Is it necessary to talk about it again? The Governor was very surprised by the boy's behavior.

"Captain, do you know? I was born in a slave camp when I was a child, my mother died in childbirth, and I didn't know who my father was. The boy said, his face darkened.

"Well, and then what?"

"I don't know what the outside world is like, I don't know what else to do but be a slave, I don't know anything. I just want to ask you for one thing. At this, Bamble began to sob.

"Say, I'll promise you everything except what I can't do."

"Please make sure you succeed and take me out to see the outside world. Even if it's just for a day. Bamble said with tears in his eyes.

"Uh, this... I promise you! "Zhou Yu has no reason not to agree to him, because his ultimate goal is to escape, what else is written in this book if he can't escape?

"Thank you, woo-woo."

"What are you crying about? Like a, come! Rub! The Governor handed over a sackcloth that he had used to wipe his butt after going to the toilet.

"Go!" The young man didn't know what this thing was, and as soon as he opened the hand he handed over, the two of them looked at each other and burst into laughter.

"Bamble, don't say you're really coincidental, I have a task and I'm looking for a candidate. I see, if you can't do it, you can come. ”

"What task? Thriller or not? ”

"No scary!"

"Irritating or not?"

"It's not exciting!"

Bamble looked bewildered and disappointed.

"The mission I've given you is called the Story King. Don't underestimate this work, it's very important for that big thing. Zhou Yu raised his chin at him.

It turned out that even during the release time, a large number of people were not allowed to gather in the slave camp, and no more than twenty people could gather at most, otherwise they would be served with leather whips, except for worshipping the rain god and the water king twice in the morning and evening. Such restrictions are, of course, for fear that slaves will gather and cause trouble.

There were three or four thousand men in the slave camp, and the guards numbered two hundred at best, and if they were to make a big deal, they would have trampled them to death. The key is loose sand, a plate of loose sand. Zhou Yu remembered the story of two Japanese soldiers managing a county town. This story king can act as a binder, turning loose sand into bricks.

The operation is like this, Zhou Yu told the story to Bambul, and Bamble chose a dozen people who were articulate and clever to tell it, and spread it ten, and hundred, and soon the story spread so quickly like the spring breeze and the green hat of the old king next door, and the green south bank of the Yangtze River spread so quickly.

So how many episodes is the story divided into? Oops, what "Dadu Wars Dai Taimeng", "General Zhang's Leap Ambilight", "Lu Fengxian's Three Battles to Determine the Universe", "Hanzang Thousands of Miles to Attack and Take the Head of the Thief", What "The Surrender Gargoyle Across the Seas", "Ghost Horse Zhi Multi-Star Fly Village Financing", "The Five Little Strongs of Ramen under the Soldiers".

In short, whatever is bizarre, what is exciting, and what is breathtaking, I will talk about it. In this slave camp where spiritual food is scarce, storytelling is the best medium of communication. No one told it before, because there were no outsiders, everyone was born and raised here, and their minds were empty and there were no stories.

However, these stories are not told in vain, and there are many mysteries hidden in them. Mystery 1: Give people hope, tell the slaves that the outside world is very exciting, and the inner world is very helpless. If you want to go and see, please rebel. Mystery 2: Give people faith, the rain god and the water king are high, do you see clearly? You don't have it, and you're getting a benefit? No, there is no vivid content to rely on, how can people believe? If you look at the Bible, the Old Testament and the New Testament add up to 66 volumes, and there are countless stories.

Times have changed, and religious beliefs have evolved, from the reverence for nature to the myth of gods and ghosts, to the offering of heroes, to the attachment to the self, and finally to the respect for the truth. It is clear that this belief given to them by the water king Li is still in the first stage.

Mystery three: give people unity. There's nothing more uniting than gathering people together to listen to a story or watching TV, and believe it when you think of the weekends in your school dorm. If there is, it is playing cards, but there are few people involved in playing cards.

The tasks have been assigned, is the road ahead a blessing or a curse? Zhou Yu looked up at the starry sky, and his heart rippled.

Are Borada and Nika still alive? Nika must be alive, that girl is as good as a monkey, and the ghosts don't believe that she will die, let alone have the armor of the anointed to protect her.

Ran Min and Huang Chao, how are they doing? Is the war in the north tight, and has the plan to build the Great Wall been implemented?

Are you all okay with Bellman, Sally, Wind Thunder, and Farsher? Do you think of me every now and then? Bellman has grown taller again, is Sally still crying when she becomes a governor?

Thinking about it, I fell asleep deeply.

Sure enough, as the Governor expected, the slaves' pursuit and expectation of the story king was incomparable, and the pomp and circumstance was like the whole building getting together to watch "Dinosaur Super Kesai" in the 80s. When it was time for dinner, all kinds of blinking and jaw raising signals came and went. During the release time, there were more than a dozen people, and more than a hundred storytellers were dancing with their eyebrows and using their hands and feet. There was no day of more joy than this time of day, with foaming on the top and sighing below.

In the blink of an eye, it has been three months since Zhou Yu came to the slave camp, and the spread of beliefs and stories is nearing the end. Without Zhou Yu's organizational strength to release a signal, the slaves' doubts arose.

"It is said that the Metropolitan Governor is the one who came from the black hole. The story that the old people have gotten! ”

"Oh, well, you know what? The Metropolitan was black-haired and black-eyed. ”

"What? Black hair, black eyes? How can it be? ”

"yes, isn't that exactly the same as the insider? You say, the governor can't be a messenger sent by him. ”

"No wonder the old thing has always supported him, saying that only by following him can there be hope of living. I don't know if it's true. ”

"Although that person is a cheap person, we really have to thank others for being where we are today. Besides, they didn't do anything to us, did they? On the contrary, we inherited the good of others! ”

"Shhhh

Everywhere Zhou Yu passed, there was a whisper. This kind of secret chat goes from disbelief to questioning to hesitation, and finally to ignition. Zhou Yu pinched his fingers and calculated, everything was ready, only the east wind was owed.

What is Dongfeng? One*.

At dinner one day, a full-term woman in the camp gave birth, and two or three mothers-in-law were taking care of her. Unfortunately, the production was not very smooth, and the lives of the mother and child were worried. The mothers-in-law quickly told the elder Li.

"Chief, then, that maternity doesn't seem to be good?" A mother-in-law said.

"No more? Why can't it work? ”

"We need, we need scissors and hot water, but where do we get iron in this camp. After so many years, I don't let you use fire! Another mother-in-law explained. Indeed, in order to prevent the slaves from rebelling, anything with a point, a handle, a thorn, or a chain was not allowed. As for the fire, don't even think about it.

"I'll talk to the adults!" With that, Zhou Yu strode up to Fu Lun and Kuka, who were in charge, and coughed dryly.

"What, what's wrong?"

"That's right, two guard brothers!" Zhou Yu deliberately raised his voice so that the thirty or fifty slaves around him who were eating dinner could hear it.

"A woman in the camp was giving birth, but unfortunately she had a difficult birth. Now you need a pair of scissors and hot water, trouble, trouble two big brothers? Zhou Yu stopped here and observed the reactions of the two and the surrounding slaves.

"Are you the chief of the and have a bad brain? Can scissors be used by you? And boil water, but also fire. Why don't you go to heaven? ”

"Don't talk nonsense with him, I think you're tight-skinned. Someone's coming! Kuka gave an order, and two soldiers came and pressed Zhou Yu to the ground.

"Tie him up and tie him to that stake." Fulun pointed to a stake not far away where a horse was tethered.

"Smack!" With a loud whip, Zhou Yu felt a burning scorching back.

"Say, do you still dare?" Kuka looked at the slaves squatting on the ground left and right as if he was pumping, and he was trying to kill chickens to show the monkeys, saying that he hadn't acted in this scene for a few days, and his hands were really a little itchy.

"I want scissors and hot water." Zhou Yu tilted his head and glanced at him, surprisingly calm and resolute, completely different from the previous expression of pretending to be a grandson and a dog's leg, it was simply a world of difference, this look suddenly made Kuka feel frightened.

"What? I think you're tired of being crooked! Kuka quickly tightened his mind, and whipped down with one, two, and three whips. Soon, Zhou Yu's back was fleshy and bloody.

"I want scissors and hot water!" Zhou Yu didn't say a word, his teeth were about to crush, but all he said were these seven words. The slaves next to him began to talk to each other, and then they put down the dumplings in their hands and sat up straight and looked at the execution ground here.

The whip kept clattering, and I don't know how many times I was pumped. Kuka was so tired that he bent down and gasped for air, and when Furen saw that the situation was not good, he took the whip and continued to smoke.

"Say, what more do you want?" Fu Lun saw that he was unusual, and an unnatural desire to conquer was aroused in his heart, you dog-legged man dare to talk like this, Lao Tzu could have brought you down a few months ago, and now he can.

He was really wrong, very wrong.

"I want scissors and hot water—" Zhou Yu shouted, and the sound shook through the sky, and even the slaves who were hundreds of meters away could hear it clearly.

However, it was too late. Because the vulva was not cut in time and cleaned with hot water, both the mother and the fetus died. On the one hand, there are women and children whimpering around the corpses of dead mothers, and on the other hand, there are a large number of slaves who watched Zhou Yu being beaten to the point and filled with righteous indignation.

"Well, now the man is dead. You don't need scissors and hot water, I'm weird, did you kid take the wrong medicine today? "Fu Lun looked at the source and died, the matter should be settled. Holding Kuka and the two of them, they wiped the sweat on their heads.

"I want scissors and hot water." Zhou Yu continued to say word by word, his voice was louder than just now, and his tone was even more resolute.

"What the—" Fu Lun didn't raise his whip again, but drew his saber from his waist, obviously motivated by real anger, it seems that he can't tolerate the situation to continue to deteriorate even if he kills this lieutenant. The slaves next to them clenched their fists, and their eyes seemed to be dripping blood.

On one side is the tragic death of a person who is connected to the same fate, and on the other side is a lieutenant who could never have imagined that he would be hard and so hard, strengthening, story, unity, hope, *, there are many of them.

At this time, the people who were closer noticed the change in the expression on Zhou Yu's face, and he seemed to smile. Exactly, Zhou Yu thought to himself, the time has come, impartiality, no more, no less, just right.

"Cassido! Bumble! Come on! ”

Before the words fell, the sound of the mountain shouting and tsunami struck, deafening. The star of hope ignited the fire of the prairie fire. Zhou Yu breathed a sigh of relief, Nima was tired to death, and in the future, I had to be assigned a secretary for such a delicate job of designing and calculating. What the? No, it's okay if you don't pay two salaries.

Man is a terrible animal, and if it is mobilized by propaganda, its destructive and constructive power will be very amazing. Just as Fu Lun raised his knife and slashed at Zhou Yu's neck, about to kill him and then escape, the nearest slave man next to him kicked him out. Walked up and picked up the knife, brushed it twice and gave him a pain, and in an instant, the guard brother became a guard.

The others didn't take advantage of it, the slaves couldn't afford it, and they really couldn't stop it, thirty or fifty people surrounded a guard, and Zhou Yu couldn't see anything clearly on the periphery. It feels like a swarm of locusts, gnawing one ear of corn and then flying to gnaw another, and everywhere it goes, not a single grass grows.