Pigeon Pond City, outside the city of Tanbian Town.

At the moment, the lights are on.

It was supposed to be a night of deep sleep, but at this time, the lights were lit in every house.

"What sound?"

"What's going on?"

"Are the troops training?"

"Eliminate violence and peace? I heard the words "anti-violence" and "Anliang", is this the organization that killed Zhou Jiansheng? ”

"Let's go, go out and have a look!"

“……”

When the residents of Tanbian Town came out, they saw two neat phalanxes, marching through the streets of the town with neat steps.

'Trample Tread-'

The pace is neat and powerful. All of them are Qi Refiners.

Some are bare-handed, others are carrying sledgehammers. Each one is well-trained and unsmiling.

The residents of Tanbian Town were stunned, they had never seen such a well-trained team after living in Pigeon City for so many years. Even the army in Pigeon City is lazy and lazy, and it looks like a crotch pull.

A teenager hiding behind a window peeking widened his eyes and asked in shock, "What kind of organization is this?" ”

My father's eyes were also wide, and he looked at the street under the window, and hundreds of people ran over in one by one, and said with some uncertainty:

"Anti-violence Anliang should be a killer organization, but these people ...... It's not like a killer. ”

"And who are they?"

"It should ...... Is it the troops? ”

"Dad, what are they going to do?"

"I should have gone outside the city to practice."

The young man thought for a moment, frowned, and said, "How do I feel, they seem to be the legendary anti-violence and Anliang killer organization." ”

As he spoke, the boy secretly took out his mobile phone and filmed it through the window......

Patting and patting, the young man suddenly pointed in surprise and pointed in the direction they were heading: "That's going to the black house!" ”

Black house, this is the name of the local residents for the red market factory. Because there are many places in the house that have been patched with asphalt, and it looks dark from a distance. At the same time, it's darker inside. That's why people call it a black house.

The father's eyes widened suddenly, and he said in shock: "Black house! That's Zhang Kangjian's old nest! ”

"This ......"

The boy held the mobile phone and froze for a moment.

At this time, in the entire Tanbian Town, there were countless ordinary people who came out to stand on the side of the street to watch. Or hide in the house and peek out.

Countless eyes looked out in confusion and surprise, and countless cameras were pointed outside......

----

At the same time, outside the city, among the vast rice fields.

Like the stars, the slaves, who were still working in the fields all night, raised their heads at this moment.

They are numb.

Not so long ago, people with no status, as well as some persecuted people with status, were arrested here.

Last year's flood caused the entire pigeon pond city to fall short of harvest, and this year it will be made up and doubled. In fact, there will be no food famine in this world, and the technology of synthesizing starch through carbon dioxide photosynthesis is actually very mature in this world, and no one will starve to death, and slaves will not either.

However, the rice in Getan City is pure natural and belongs to the cash crop. Every catty of rice can be sold for a sky-high price of fifty yuan in the big cities of Zhao State, and those rich people are so superstitious about pure nature......

In fact, from a scientific point of view, as well as from a taste point of view, there is no difference between carbon dioxide synthetic starch and pure natural rice. There is no difference in nutrients, there is no difference in taste, there is no difference in everything. However, synthetic starch is only because the layer of chaff outside the rice is missing, so it can only be sold for five cents a catty.

Rice fields are the income of Pigeon Pond City.

In fact, strictly speaking, it is the main source of income for the entire elite class in Pigeon Pond City, which will bring them huge profits. But there is a cost to growing rice fields, and they don't want to pay that cost.

So, slaves, became the best thing.

You only need to provide three meals a day for five cents a pound of synthetic starch, and you only need to spend money on farming tools, and you can get more than 8,000 percent of the profits.

Some people say that technology is so advanced, why not use machines to farm? Why use manpower?

Because, a machine that can cultivate a hundred acres of land per day. The value of the machine and the cost of fuel, the cost in the first quarter needs to be at least 300,000.

But the slaves needed to cultivate a hundred acres of land every day were only two hundred. The cost of 200 people per day is only about 1,000 yuan for food. The cost of the first quarter only needs 90,000 yuan!

From an economic point of view, this is the most reasonable investment.

But from a moral point of view - inhumane.

At the same time, as long as there was still a breath, the slave did not dare to stop. As soon as you stop, you say you're sick, you say you're hurt, you say you can't do anything. The officials in charge of managing you will definitely applaud.

They will report to their superiors as 'attrition'.

Then take you to the factory in that red market and sell it. One person can sell it for at least 5,000 yuan. The 5,000 yuan will fall into your own pocket, and it will only be a loss of personnel to your superiors......

In this damn world, you don't even dare to die! Don't dare to hurt it! Don't dare to get sick when you're sick!

There is no point in revolting, and greater revolt will only bring greater repression.

At this moment, under the starry night, hundreds of thousands of slaves raised their heads numbly. Looking at the black house in the distance, watching the two phalanx teams shouting slogans, walking towards the black house with neat steps.

All the slaves, there was a hint of shock on their numb faces.

"What's that?"

"They're murderous!"

"Behold, the guard whistle is sounded in the black house. That...... Those people are running for the black house! ”

"They're attacking the Black House!"

"Look, look. Someone in Pigeon Pond dared to attack the black house! ”

“……”

The slaves, who were hunched over in the rice fields, slowly stood up. In the rice fields in all directions, countless eyes are staring into the distance in this dark night......

Perhaps, by chance, or by 'logical'. Li Lichuan's killer organization has become less 'pure'.

Or rather.

Perhaps hundreds of years ago, the same person who founded the Assassin website. His purpose is not so 'pure'......

The officials on the field were holding tasers in their hands and roaring:

"Get to work! What to see! ”

"Look again, gouge out your eyeballs!"

"Work!"

"The eighteenth group, if you can't plant these 500 acres of land today, if you can't plant 100 acres of land. No one is allowed to rest. ”

"When will the task of five hundred acres of land be planted, and when will it be time to sleep!"

"Dare to look? Work. Do you want to go home? ”

As he spoke, the taser fired in bursts aimed at an old man in the field and fired.

'Zizizi-'

A powerful electric current passed through the old man's body, and he convulsed and was coronaized and fell into the rice field.

Face down. 、

There is water in the rice fields, only a shallow layer. But in this minute or two, let the old man drown here.

The servant pointed the taser at the others and shouted, "Look? ”

"When you're done planting, you can go back. Don't you want to go home? Your family is still waiting for you to come home, do you want to never go back? ”

"You don't really think that you just don't have to be afraid of death? I tell you, you have already made a register, and when you die, your family will make up for it. When you die, your daughter-in-law will make up for it. Your daughter-in-law died, and your son made up for it. If your son dies, my seventy or eighty-year-old mother will make up for me and farm the land. ”

As soon as he said this, all the slaves climbed down and continued to plow the land, not daring to look up at the black house any more.

The servant sneered, looked at these obedient slaves, and sneered in his heart: What age is it, do you really think you can't do anything about it?

How many years of history in this world, how many peasant uprisings have changed dynasties? Hehe......

Do you think you're the only pig-like slaves who learn history? Looking for methods and loopholes in history? Whet your blood boiling?

Joke.

Yamen doesn't study history?

The imperial court does not study history?

You're trying to find a way out of history. Zhao Guoxue is from history - make up for the loopholes!

The magnates of Pigeon Pond were also afraid that they would rebel if they captured so many slaves and forced them into a hurry. Therefore, we have profoundly captured the experience of history, and there are two principles.

Never push people into a corner!

A slave who is willing to cut his whole body is not a slave!

The first policy is to boil the frog in warm water to let you slowly get used to the high-intensity work. Just like Zhang Wei of the Yamen who looked for Li Lichuan before, people were talking and discussing in a good voice, and they didn't use force at the beginning.

The second policy is actually - slaves without weakness, no!

If you are the kind of single person, there will be only one person left in the whole family, this kind of slave, the magnates of Pigeon Tan will not dare to use it, this kind of person will be willing to dare to pull the emperor off the horse. Having caught such a slave by chance, they will choose to sell it outright......

Slaves who can come to work have to have weaknesses!

After a while, the rice paddies were quiet, except for the sound of 'Cool Cool Times' working.

After another moment. There were shouts of killing, as well as screams that spread through the rice fields......

Bent down, though out of sight.

But the ears are still there.

As a result, the rice fields became a sensation again.

The slaves secretly looked up and looked into the distance in shock.

The place that scared them, made them not even dare to get sick or hurt, is gone?

The officials didn't care about them at the moment, because the officials standing on the ridge also looked at the black house in the distance in shock at this time. Financial resources, gone?

Under the stars.

There were scattered cards blown into the rice paddies by the wind, and some people secretly picked them up.

On the front of the card, there is a waning moon.

On the back are four big blood-red characters - Eliminate violence and peace.

So, a piece of news spread in the rice fields.

"I heard that it's a killer organization called Anti-Violence Anliang......

"They're taking on a 'crowdfunding task' from the Assassin website."

"Huh? Crowdfunding Mission! ”

"Crowdfunding tasks, which ordinary organizations dare not do, because the targets that can be crowdfunded have a large background."

At the moment - the weakness minus one.