The Ming Dynasty was not a slave state.

Individuals and businesses are not allowed to keep slaves, even foreign slaves.

But there is one exception.

Legally, the white slaves of the Ming Dynasty are the private property of His Majesty Zhu Fugui.

Just like Thailand, while undoubtedly a modern country, the royal family naturally has many exemptions given its special contribution to the country.

For example, polygamy.

In fact, even if it is not a monarchy, the president and the like enjoy special immunity and grant special immunity.

For example, the president of the United States can pardon federal repeat offenders for no reason.

Whether he is a humanitarian criminal who shoots civilians in Baghdad, a financial thief who evades taxes and evades billions of dollars, or a rogue politician with a bad record, he does not need to be judged by the law for his son's brother who has fornicated and made money in the Third World in the name of his father.

Moreover, it is open, legal, and procedurally just, and there is no need to stand trial.

Of course, this immunity is not entirely sinful.

On the contrary, immunity is necessary in a sense.

Because as long as you want to be a president with a little truth, you will inevitably offend people when you are in office.

Without this layer of protection, once you go into the field, you will be violently liquidated.

Such an endless cycle of revenge and convention, then the operation of the whole country will also become deformed.

South Korea is a representative.

All in all, the white slave system of the Ming Dynasty is also dependent on the privilege of the royal family.

As the emperor's private property, the health of the white slave must also be guaranteed.

Veterinary antibiotics, inexpensive, but nutritionally balanced, and rich in taste, make them far more life expectant than Canada's industrial workers.

The most important thing is that they can also enjoy the smallpox vaccine of Daming.

Of course, after the white slaves who use veterinary antibiotics enjoy free bloodletting therapy every quarter, the by-products of the treatment, serum and plasma, will be recycled by the biopharmaceutical department of [Dameng Industry].

It is mainly exported to Japan, the United States, Europe and India.

Although the antibiotic may be a bit excessive, the quality is definitely safer and more reliable than the American product, and it is a high-end fist product in demand.

All in all, Daming's smallpox vaccine is very attractive in this era.

Countless Westerners are eager to imitate it.

Of course, not to save people, but to make huge profits visible to the naked eye behind it.

It's just that, at the current level, Daming can't produce vaccines independently, let alone them.

But they worked tirelessly, always believing that victory was ahead, and they were just a little bit away from endless riches.

Many capitalists are also happy to invest in such projects, and even the Anglo-Canadian authorities support such experiments.

Reducing costs is undoubtedly a top priority.

What could be cheaper than using Aboriginal people for human trials?

Of course, the British Empire government had Indians as a more convenient choice.

However, the British Canadian government was unwilling to let the whole cake be taken by the British and Indian governors, and in order to compete for funding and carve up the interests behind the pharmaceutical industry, they proposed an "Indian and Indian" strategy.

Indicates that in addition to Indians, Indians were also necessary test subjects.

In the original plan, it was not intended that the children would leave the church school alive.

Anyway, if it's the garbage to be disposed of, it's best if it can be reused.

As for the sterilization of women on indigenous peoples, it is even more politically correct.

Of course, in today's surgical conditions, it is more of a slaughter than sterilization.

The health room at Kamloops Indian Boarding School is a low, gloomy stone house.

The black kerosene lamps swayed in the wind in the faint morning light.

Melting snow falls from the eaves with a terrible ticking sound.

Shirley tried her best, but she was still pressed to the operating table by several nuns.

Of course, it is said to be an operating table, but it is just a flat wooden table.

It's like a chopping board.

"Mother Elisa, didn't you say that God loves the world? Why are you doing this to me! ”

Shirley shouted frantically.

"God loves the world, but who told you it is 'the world'?"

In the gloomy operating room, there is no more disguise on Alyssa's face, and there is no reserve for arrogance and hideousness.

"'The peolpe' never meant you! Do you think that believing in the Lord is 'the peolpe'? It is the will of the Lord that guides us to purify your bodies with medical techniques so that your womb does not pollute the pure God's chosen people, Amen! ”

"Alright, Elisa, stop talking nonsense with her!"

At this moment, a man wearing a gray apron covered in blood came over.

He is Dr. Braun, a top student from the Royal Victoria Hospital in Montreal.

Such an experienced doctor would come to such a remote town, naturally, in order to better conduct his own "research".

The study, which aims to better manage indigenous populations, was supported by a grant from the British and Canadian governments.

But Dr. Braun didn't do it purely for money, he did enjoy it.

Though...... There have been more than a dozen failed works, but this time, it will definitely succeed!

Western doctors have not improved at all these years.

With the strong rise of Ming medicine, they at least admit that it is beneficial to wash hands before surgery.

But that was when the gentlemen and ladies were preparing for surgery.

It doesn't matter what happens now.

Braun just wiped his hands casually with the rag on the operating table, and then put on the leather gloves.

The assistant poured the surgical tools out of the instrument box for him.

Also mottled with blood.

Scissors, awls, scalpels, hooks......

There was a muffled clanging sound.

Shirley's mouth was covered with a towel and dragged by two nuns. , she could only make a whining sound.

Tears slipped from the corners of his eyes.

The face that was no different from the Mongols, or rather, from many Chinese, was full of despair......

I tried my best.

If the Lord you really exist,

I'm going to tell you, I really tried my best.

You say we are savages,

We have made a change and worked hard to learn your language and learn to live like you.

But in the end, we can't become you......

If

If there really is a savior in this world, it will definitely not be you!

Boom –

Just as Shirley closed her eyes in agony, waiting to be disemboweled, a loud and violent bang sounded in the distance.

The stone house shook violently, and a stone fell, striking Mother Alyssa's head.

She screamed and covered her head, and Shirley took the opportunity to climb up.

But no one cared about her at this time.

"Oh my God!"

One of the nuns pointed out the window in a panic, "Look, the statue of Our Lady in the square has exploded!" ”