In the rental house, Dino was lying on the bed, and his mind moved into the otherworldly earth, and it had been five years since the last time he came to the otherworld. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

In the past five years, the territory of the Chinese tribes has expanded again, and the jade snails that have been conquered everywhere have firmly incorporated the surrounding land into their hands, with a larger population and a larger army of slaves.

The dividends of the war made the Chinese people red-eyed, and the countless spoils of war stimulated them to look farther away, and countless indigenous tribes and barbarians trembled under the spears of the Chinese war.

The otherworldly earth is in August, and Qiao Yang is like a huge furnace, in which people are burned dry and their flesh and blood are exposed, just like dry firewood in the wild and difficult labor.

Civilization is the accumulation of flesh and blood, and the Huaxia tribe has changed the world with their own will on this barbaric planet, creating a better world little by little.

Ding Nuo made him more and more uneasy by the shocking scene, the vast chestnut rice fields on the plain on the slope were full of slaves working silently with rickets, and they clung to the stone sickle and worked mechanically little by little.

Silence, oppression, under this calm is a volcano of anger, as long as there is a gap will erupt in an unprecedented rebellion, Huaxia treats slaves too harshly.

As a modern person, slavery was a bit difficult for Ding Nuo to accept, especially when he witnessed oppressed slaves working cowering under the whips and sticks of Chinese slave owners.

He felt a trace of pity in his heart, after all, these people were too similar to the Huaxia people.

Moreover, simple violent oppression cannot solve the problem at all, the efficiency of slaves is too low, and what is more troublesome is that some bold slaves will destroy the means of production to escape labor.

On a chestnut rice field along the river plain, two Chinese warriors looked anxiously at the slaves working slowly in the field, both men in the prime of life, but the harvesting action was like slow old men.

Seeing the scene in front of him, the soldiers with long wooden sticks couldn't fight together, so they ran to the field and waved the wooden stick to beat the lazy man: "Lazy, I'll let you be lazy, it's really looking for death!" ”

The slave was obviously an old fritter, and had been hiding in the shade of the chestnut field from the beginning, wielding a stone sickle without a match.

When he saw the soldier's wooden stick, he immediately panicked, squatted on the ground with his head in his hands, and curled up, and argued loudly.

"I didn't, please don't hit me, don't hit me, ah, it hurts, it hurts, I don't dare to let me go."

It's you again, it's you again, the warrior recognized the slave in front of him and officially the famous lazy man under him, and fiercely raised the wooden stick and slammed it into the lazy man's ass and thighs, kicking the slave on the ground.

"You untouchables who have been abandoned by the gods, you have a way to live by working, and whoever wants to be beaten and continue to be lazy."

The lazy man on the ground seemed to breathe a sigh of relief, and hurriedly rolled back to the side, and the other slaves looked at him with a smile as if they were accustomed to seeing this scene, and the movements of their hands did not speed up in the slightest.

Seeing this scene, the soldier with the wooden stick couldn't help but lament secretly, and returned to his comrades and complained: "Damn, these untouchables are getting slower and slower, and it is useless to fight. ”

The slaves in this chestnut field had been following them for more than three years, numbering more than thirty people, and when they first arrived, they would work diligently and without the need to be coerced with wooden sticks.

As time passed, the slave became familiar with the environment, was lazy and pretended to be sick or even ran away, and the two had no way at all.

The slaves knew that they would not really kill themselves at all, and they were reluctant to even be injured.

The most terrible thing is that laziness is contagious, and if one slave is lazy, other slaves will follow suit, and the whole slave team will become a team of lazy people.

The comrades-in-arms around him smashed their mouths and explained: "Don't worry, I heard that the Tiger Hunter Wolf Commander has won the battle again, this time he has captured more than 500 slaves, and there will soon be new slaves." ”

Looking at his comrades-in-arms, he couldn't help but shout angrily: "Don't be in a hurry, don't you know that the heavy rain is coming, and this piece of chestnut rice won't be able to catch up if you don't harvest it quickly." ”

The comrades-in-arms immediately turned white, and every year the fields of the two would be flooded by heavy rains, and they could only watch the grain being washed away by the raging floods.

If you don't hurry up, the chestnut rice here will be finished, not to mention the rations, and even the tribe's taxes will not be paid.

The two discussed and discussed, but there was still no way, so they had to come up with some blood and coercion to change it to a lure: "Listen up, untouchables, hurry up and work, add half a bowl of chestnut rice per person at night, and if you dare to be lazy, I will cut off your heads and hang them on a tree." ”

As it were, I guessed that you would do so, and the slaves were very happy, for they were already familiar with the routines of their masters, and the movements of their hands to grant their wishes quickened a little, from turtle speed to slow speed.

Dino frowned as he watched the two warriors direct the slave's actions, such a method would not work.

Momentary material stimuli only increased the appetite of the slaves, and the big pot of rice was even more wrong, and the tribe's methods of managing slaves were too primitive.

What's more, the predecessors of the slaves were almost all enemies of the Huaxia tribe, and there would only be hatred for the tribe, and a little fire would burn with flames.

He came to the meeting hall of the Huaxia tribe, and Yuluo was presiding over the tribe's production meeting.

She is old, and the sturdy woman has now become a thin old man, with white hair full of wrinkles, but in five years, the jade snail is like a firewood that is about to burn out.

The work of the heavy and busy tribe was inextricably linked and everything had to be decided by her, and the production of wars and other matters consumed all her energy.

A pair of cunning and greedy eyes like a wild wolf, and a majestic and cold voice, were incompatible with this thin body.

"The summer harvest time is very urgent, you have to organize production, there can be no slackness, who dares to poke a leak for me during this time, all of them will be incorporated into the slave team, and no one will be left."

Everyone in the conference hall lowered their heads, not daring to make a sound, the temper of the leader of the jade snail has become more and more severe in the past few years, and he is tortured at every turn, and even his identity is transferred to the lowly slave team, and he lives a dark life.

Ji Tong beside him was already a sturdy young man, his bronzed skin and muscles full of lines showed his strength, and his resolute eyes looked around and stayed in Yuluo's eyes.

He looked into Yuluo's eyes and asked a question: "Chief, Xia Harvest has encountered a problem, the slaves are becoming more and more disobedient to discipline, and they are unwilling to work, and if we continue like this, we will not be able to finish harvesting chestnut rice." ”

Yuluo had already solved the problem of slaves, but she didn't want her to bring it up.

Over the years, she felt that death was getting closer and closer to her, and the head of the tribe relied on her even more, relying on her to decide everything.

In recent years, the Chinese tribes have been invincible, bringing great prestige to Yuluo, and the unprecedented concentration of power has been achieved.

Everything in the tribe depends on Yuluo's decision, and under her wise leadership, the Huaxia tribe has been able to develop rapidly, but it has also buried hidden worries.

Yuluo couldn't help but wonder if he died one day, who would these people rely on? What kind of future will the tribe take?

looked at Ji Tong slowly, she had spent a lot of energy teaching him in the past five years, educating him from an ignorant half-grown child to what he is today. Yuluo has no children, she pours all her maternal love into Ji Tong's body, and he is the sustenance of Yuluo.

"What can you do, say it out loud."

"Yes, Chief!" Ji Tong immediately stood up and slapped his chest with a fist with his right hand, he had been waiting for this opportunity for a long time, he wanted to wash away the history of shame in front of everyone.