The world was shocked: You call this a museum?

Chapter 15 Lighthouse
"From today onwards, you are a member of Wells Farm, but you all need to clean it up before you start working!"

As they said that, several "staff" splashed water on the crowd, and some people started to pull the clothes of these people.

"Get ready to make a mosaic." Zhao Yan said to the system.

[Ding dong!The mosaic is ready. 】

It was too late and then too soon, Ge Shilong rushed out from the crowd, and Ge Shilong yelled: "Bastard, you are violating human rights like this! You have no right to take off our clothes!"

"Are you human?" said the cowboy, "pull this early bird out, and put it in the sun to wait for three days!"

Ge Shilong was shocked, but he was not a group of opponents with weapons and cowboys. After three times, all the fig leafs were taken off his body, and then he was tied to a wooden frame outside the farm.

The sun was scorching outside, shining on Ge Shilong's body, and he was already dehydrated within an hour.

The lips are chapped, and the complexion is terrible!
"Water, I want water..." Ge Shilong said with difficulty.

"I told you to expose you for three days, and I will expose you for three days. I don't believe it if I lose an hour, a minute, or a second!" The cowboy laughed loudly, and poured a bottle of water on the ground in front of Ge Shilong.

"Ahhh!" Ge Shilong collapsed incomparably.

The scene changed, and in a large cotton field, Fang Fang was kneeling on the ground and stepping on the cotton, with a mournful expression on her face: "Can you let me rest for a while?"

"Hit!" A cowboy yelled angrily, raindrops fell on his body like a long whip, and blood stained a large piece of cotton in front of the house.

Fang Fang wailed and screamed: "Stop beating, stop beating, I will continue to work, I like work! I... love work!"

Hearing her screams, the cowboy stopped whipping, and another cowboy next to her said, "Don't kill me, there are fun things over there,"

"Oh?"

The two looked over, and it turned out that a group of cowboys were carrying Yan Yan, walking towards a cowshed in the distance.

Some cowboys grabbed Yan Yan's clothes, and some cowboys locked Yan Yan's hands, causing Yan Yan to scream exhaustedly.

"Let go of me! You demons!"

"No, we advocate freedom!" The cowboys laughed, "Let you also enjoy the air of freedom!"

Rumble!
The door was closed, and at this moment there were horrific screams from inside the cowshed.

The people outside heard the screams and began to work hard.

The day's work was finally over. When the housekeeper was waiting for dinner with a tired body, a cowboy pulled over a bucket that looked like a toilet.

There are also many cockroaches on it.

"Is this something for people to eat? I want rice!" Fang Fang yelled.

The cowboy pointed to the room, and said to the people around him: "This fat man is disobedient, and he won't give him food today."

"Yes!" The other helpers pulled Fang Fang aside.

People who have been hungry for a day can be said to have no water or rice. In the face of a strong desire to survive, they also snatched the bad soup inside.

Not long after, the bucket of more than 20 kilograms was eaten upside down.

Even though he was in the monitoring room, Cao Xue was still shocked when he saw all this.

Old Cheng was dumbfounded: "What the hell is going on?"

Gritting her teeth, Cao Xue said, "This is the past of the Lighthouse Country. The freedom they advocated was built on a piece of blood-stained soil."

When Cao Xue talked about some things in that era, especially the story of the female worker, not only Lao Cheng, but even Shen Wansan frowned.

At the beginning, the aborigines had been almost wiped out, but those outsiders were wantonly fighting and planting farms on this land.

Because the production methods at that time were still very backward, they had to find a lot of labor.

So these hard-working people from Africa became the objects of their demands.

Men will engage in physical labor, and they will be beaten and humiliated if they are not careful. Relatively speaking, men are luckier than women.

The world of women can be described as miserable. They will be used in two places. One is to be assigned to work in the fields like ordinary men, and the other is to serve the master's family, which is actually a servant. People, and servants without dignity.

It may seem that being a servant is better than working in the fields, but it is not.

Because the women are not even allowed to communicate with each other, and even the time to go to the toilet is subject to the master's preference. Once the time exceeds the time the master can bear, they will face another beating and scolding.

What's more, it will become an insult to the hostess and be treated like a tool.

These poor people usually don't live to be 35 years old, and the women are also responsible for giving birth to the next generation of working people to provide for the owner's manor to continue to run smoothly.

On average, a woman would give birth to more than ten children. Because the medical level was poor at that time, the child mortality rate was high.

So replace quantity with quality.

Hearing this, Lao Cheng had nothing to say, and cold sweat trickled down his forehead.

In comparison, what these media people have experienced is just a drop in the bucket.

The picture appeared on an elevated shelf in the farm, and at this time, Ge Shilong was dying.

But his sleepy eyes opened quickly, because he saw a carriage throw a large number of dead bodies into a big pit in the distance, and then buried them.

"These are broken and useless," said a cowboy.

The other quickly lit a cigar for himself: "I'm only concerned about whether the tobacco and cotton can be produced this year. It's just a bunch of tools."

"What happened to this world?" Ge Shilong finally collapsed, "What the hell happened to this world?! Why is it like this! Is this hell?"

The cowboy brought a shotgun and pulled the trigger towards Ge Shilong.

[Ding dong!It has been detected that thirteen people are on the verge of collapse, please pay attention to the host. 】

The prompt from the system made Zhao Yan come to his senses. After all, he was just teaching these people who worshiped the lighthouse a lesson, and he had no intention of killing them.

"Eject all of them," Zhao Yan said.

[Ding dong!The scene is over, the completion rate is 15%]

Zhao Yan felt very ironic. They only experienced 15% of this dark history, but most of them couldn't bear it anymore.

If they experience [-]%, wouldn't they all be finished?
Media people and well-known people returned to a venue one after another, and the introduction of this period of history was displayed on the big screen in the middle.

It is roughly the history of the establishment of the Lighthouse State.

"How could this be...is this the beacon we worship?" a media person said.

Fang Fang was sitting on the ground, drooling from her lips, with a demented expression on her face, it seemed that she would not be able to recover in a short time.

But this is also expected by Zhao Yan.

However, the live broadcast room was already boiling.

"God, what a real history! I want to experience it too!"

"I guess you upstairs can't experience it. Didn't you see the reality on the big screen just now? It's only 15% complete, but these media people can't hold on anymore."

"I find it ironic that these people are saying that the West is good, but the West is built on blood."

"Brothers, don't forget the Old Summer Palace! Don't forget the blood in our bones!"

"I recently saw on the Internet that those who joined the Lighthouse nationality were excluded like fleas."

"Don't insult the flea!"

"..."

(End of this chapter)