From Chief to Ball

"A feathered arrow."

At this time, quite a few people had gathered around, and a young half-grown child from the military squad yelled: "You were originally a relative of the various tribes of Dahe. We won't kill you now, but where are you standing now? Is it Dong?" The side of the barbarians? Or the side of the tribes of the Great River?"

This is what Chen Jian has been instilling in them. They have been familiar with it for several years, and even take it for granted.

The woman heard the strange words of Dahe Zhubu again, and she was a little scared. She thought it was a question of where she was standing now, so she tremblingly replied: "I am standing now... standing in Jiecun."

Half-year-old children are very puzzled by this answer, thinking that they are asking the wrong question?So he asked again: "It's not a place, it's a person!"

The woman suddenly said: "Ah... I am with my child."

Ji Bo pushed away the half-grown child who was a bit confused, and said with a smile: "Okay, get up, we won't kill you. Look, we are saying the same thing, why should we kill you?"

When the woman heard the promise not to kill, she excitedly lay down on the ground, knelt down with her hands on her forehead, and said with the most solemn etiquette: "Thank you to the sky..."

In the middle of the conversation, the child who asked the question before shouted: "Don't use the etiquette of the Dongyi people!"

She was startled, and dared not lift her head, which was lying on the ground, Ji Bo sighed, "Okay, get up. Where's your mother?"

The woman scratched her head and said, "It's dead. My mother was captured as a slave and gave birth to several children. One day I was too hungry, and my mother stole the master's corn. It was supposed to be executed, but the master was kind and just interrupted." mother's hand, and later died."

"What about your man?"

"A slave like me, the master took him to fight and was shot to death by feather arrows."

"Where's the master?"

"Go to war."

At this time, several former workshop workers opened their mouths to say something, but Ji Bo coughed and asked the woman to be taken aside first.

A workshop worker's face was full of anger, and he couldn't help yelling: "Okay, let's see. Mom's hand was broken, and she still said that the master is kind? Her man still wants to go to war with the master...why don't you shoot me?" Dead master? Why don't you resist?"

He walked over and shouted, "Shut up!"

He is not only their trusted elder brother, but also the centurion in the army, the workshop worker pouted with grievances: "But..."

He shook his head and sighed: "Being a slave is not terrible, what is terrible is believing what the master said. How many slaves escape? Then how many do not escape? When they are convinced that masters and slaves are taken for granted, fight Cut off the hand instead of executing it, of course it is a kind heart, if you still have resentment, you are not grateful."

He has been in charge of the propaganda and agitation of the workshop workers, and was taught by Chen Jian for more than a year. He suddenly understood why Chen Jian gave them the opportunity to become Chinese.

The man was still puzzled and asked, "But we also resisted. Ji Xia didn't say we were bad people."

Looking at the shivering woman in the distance, I understood a lot in an instant. I understood what Chen Jian had been telling them about propaganda and agitation, don't say things that people can't understand. singing, but something that can be done every moment.

He used to think that his path was different from Jixia's, and he thought that those workshop workers betrayed him and his original ideas.

But now he finally understands that in fact, he has gone too high, so high that no one can respond, so high that he has separated himself from himself and pursued the illusory so-called dream-the dream that there will be no more slaves in the world.

Whether Ji Xia proposed that all tribes in the river are kin, or that the masters and slaves he believed in were not natural, if he said it in front of the vast majority of people, they would not even understand what he was talking about.

"Perhaps, this is the lesson that Jixia most wants to teach us people? Because he knows that there is a kind of people among the Dongyi tribes. They are from the Dahe tribes, and they are also Dongyi's slaves. But we think What they said, but they couldn't understand it. Whether it's a relative, Yi Di, or a slave owner..."

"What I want to do may be different from what Jixia wants to do, but it's actually the same: let the language etiquette customs of the tribes of Dahe become the language etiquette customs of others; let the good and bad of Xiacheng become everyone's good and bad."

"At least until the day when Xiacheng's good and bad changes, we must stand with Xiacheng and remain unchanged until death."

After thinking for a long time, for the first time, he really stood from the perspective of Xiacheng people, and started what Chen Jian needed him to do the most. With a voice full of emotion and understanding, he said to the former workshop workers: " Are you weird? It’s right to be weird.”

"Because we don't believe in the good and the bad that our master wants us to believe, we become human."

"But now, only in Xiacheng, we are good people. In other cities, we are bad people who don't know how to be grateful. That's why we are standing here with spears now, and that's why we have to fight against Xiacheng. Stand together and fight for it."

Ji Bo in the distance smiled when he heard such a voice, this was the result he wanted.

In the past, this group of workshop workers only had the courage and discipline to let him lead the black guards to attack the enemy with confidence, but now they have the heart to make him feel at ease.

The woman next to her who used to be from the Dahe tribe couldn't understand what those people said, but she was very happy, because it seemed that these people really wouldn't kill her.

Soldiers in the distance were arresting the villagers who were hiding everywhere. The woman still didn't understand what Dahe Zhubu was or what kind of village it was, but she understood it vaguely.

It couldn't be said or described, and it was even so vague that she couldn't use all the words she knew to find a similar thing.But after looking at the rest of the bound people, and seeing the dirty maple syrup in her child's mouth and the sweet words uttered with a smile, she felt that she understood, the big river in those people's mouths What exactly are the ministries.

"It's not a thing, I can't see it, I can't touch it, and I don't even know if it's a village or a city. But she... can keep me from being killed because of it."

Looking at her child, she recalled the phrase "don't kill my child" that her mother yelled a long time ago. The woman smiled, and seemed to think of a word that was very similar to that vague thing, a word she learned the first time. word.

"She is actually my mother."

Chapter 31 Tableware

"Can you cook?"

"Yes...Master."

When women answer other people's words, they always habitually add an honorific, but the people who hear it don't feel very comfortable, on the contrary they feel a little awkward.

"There are no masters and slaves here. When you return to Yucheng, you will be a human being, and you can support yourself as long as you work."

Sigh explained, she didn't want to be a woman but she was a little scared.No master slave... Isn't that like a chicken without a head?Such a chicken must not live long.

Although this army seems to be very friendly, the woman is still a little timid. She followed the crowd to escort the captured Dongyi people to the river, and told her a lot of things along the way. I was so scared before.

When approaching the river, several boats hid quietly in the river fork, and the soldiers moved out a dark iron pot from the boat.

"Use this thing to cook, here is corn, some dried fish and pickles. Be careful not to use firewood, here is charcoal. For the time being, you are responsible for cooking first. After the war, we will take all the relatives of Dahe who are slaves here brought it back."

The charcoal woman has seen it before, but she was afraid when facing the iron pot, and she was a little afraid to touch it.

"what happened?"

The woman summoned up her courage and said, "This is too thin, I'm afraid it will break."

It's not because of the iron, but because she used to cook in clay pots or pots. If it was so thin, she would be beaten if it broke.

The people around laughed and encouraged, "It's okay, it won't break. Listen..."

Someone tapped it with a small stick to make sure it was strong, and then the woman uneasyly dug a hole in the ground, skillfully ignited the charcoal, and added water and corn.

The child next to him looked at the two dried fish and couldn't help swallowing, but he didn't cry or fuss, and he didn't reach out to catch them.Even if you are only six or seven years old, you already know that you can't touch things that are not yours. This is a lesson paid for by blood.

When cooking rice, I saw a lot of miracles. For example, this iron pot can boil water very quickly, but it may take a long time to use a pottery stew, but the unique fragrance of corn has already wafted out in just a moment.

The soldiers not far away escorted the captured Dongyi people to the boat and tied them with rattan. Several of them said with a smile: "This reminds us of the time when we went to the west to catch slaves in Xiacheng."

"Just let them build a camp for us there, which saves a lot of auxiliary soldiers."

Those who were bound did not resist. This is the law of this era. If you lose, you will be a slave or die. If you don't die, you are lucky.