Lord of Rot

"There are not enough people!"

Li Qi no longer knew how many times he had said these words.

At present, we can only leave the task of continuing to study self-heating to the little lame leg and let him develop freely.

And because the little lame discovered the self-heating method of quicklime, he rewarded him with a silver moon.

Although Li Qi knew about self-heating, he had too many things to think about at the time, and he would not take the credit from his subordinates. The first person in the world to propose the concept of self-heating was Little Lame.

The newly planned land outside the castle is being cleared.

It is still necessary to mobilize all available forces and spend a lot of money. Naturally, a large number of people will rush to work.

Even some civilians in the Porcupine Territory have come up with the idea that it would be great if they could always work for the lord instead of farming. Farming only makes a little money a year. Working with the lord can make more than farming.

But they also know that this is impossible. The Porcupine Collar can be built for half a year, but is it possible to build it without stopping for one, two, or three years?

The crops in the fields are also growing, and the work will not be delayed. I can earn two jobs.

In fact, Li Qi is already thinking about the demolition of Maitian Village.

Near the castle as the center, the messy wheat field village looks really unsightly, like a big pimple on a beautiful woman's face.

However, there is still a lot of construction to be completed and the land is sufficient, so there is no need to spend more money on demolition.

Not only are the lives of civilians getting better and better, but the living standards of slaves are also improving.

The little gazelle’s home is in Feixiang Valley, which is not a barren place. People will tame falcons, hunt with falcons, catch fish, and sometimes climb to the cliffs to pick precious herbs or search for precious minerals. The adults led the way.

She forgot how she became a slave. She was either whipped or on the road every day, walking from one place to another, expecting someone to buy her, but also afraid that she would be bought and die of abuse.

Companions were left on the roadside because of illness, buried in random dug holes, or thrown to wild dogs and wolves.

Maybe I am next.

Numbly hurried on, numbly traveling through the Lurea continent.

Sometimes when passing by a place, children would point at her and yell "slave", and they would also throw rocks at her. If she was hurt, she couldn't shout that it hurt.

Until she and other slaves were bought by a young businessman, she heard others call the businessman "Good Luck Boy". It was said that he was very lucky and saved his life. Maybe she was also very lucky... and those who died Good luck compared to fellow slaves on the road.

'Good Luck Boy' Joe told the slaves, including the little gazelle, that they would go to a territory full of hope, full stomachs, and no one would die, and work for a kind and kind lord.

How could there be such a lord?

Nobility is the sharp talons of the falcon, the teeth of the crocodile, the iron hooves of the horse, and the thunder on rainy days.

Sharp and terrifying, bloody and cruel, but absolutely not kind or kind.

The sharp claws will grab the slaves, causing their skin and flesh to rip open.

Those teeth would bite down on the slaves, causing them to bleed.

Those iron hoofs would trample on the slaves, crushing their intestines.

The thunder would hit the slaves with the heavy rain, splitting them into a pile of excrement, and then let the heavy rain sweep into the soil without a trace.

Then she told the slaves not to be slaves in the next life, but she didn’t want to die yet, she was only 15 years old!

No matter how beautiful the words are, the slaves still have to go on their way, and if anyone gets sick, they will be left behind.

'Lucky Boy' Joe was a bit beyond the gazelle's expectations. He was different from others. He said that the slaves were the property of the lord. If the slaves were exhausted, they could stop and rest. There was no need to spend an unnecessary amount of time chasing after them. And keep on going.

At least no one died on the road, which is great.

Then they arrived at the Porcupine Territory. There were already many slaves here, but Little Gazelle never thought that the slaves could still live so happily. This group of people seemed very unslavish.

She was assigned to the girls' dormitory.

Men and women live separately here. In fact, no one cares about that, but this subtle change is very surprising.

The room is clean and checked regularly.

Slaves must bathe regularly and have someone check on them.

The little gazelle met a little girl called "Sister" who liked her brother very much. By the way, her brother was also a slave.

From here, life becomes beyond the little gazelle’s imagination.

She can eat well and drink hot soup with oily flowers. Even the lame man who manages the slaves said that everyone can get work points as long as they work hard.

Work points? I already have food and drink, why do I need work points?

It turns out that I don’t care about food anymore.

Sure enough, there is no such thing as kindness.

The little gazelle worked numbly, but when she took the sign with the work points to change something, she was stunned and even wanted to cry.

The work points she earns from her job can be exchanged for 5 pieces of brown bread!

The other party asked her if she wanted to change just one, but the little gazelle shook her head. She was afraid that the lord would regret it, so she changed all the work points into black bread.

That night she didn't dare to sleep well while holding the black bread. She was afraid that others would snatch it, but no one grabbed it at all. Everyone was full and lay on the bed to sleep.

The work points were not cancelled. In the next few days, the black bread was a bit hard to swallow. After eating the black bread, the little gazelle decided to save the work points and use them later.

What a great day!

A feeling that had not appeared in a long time came to her heart, changing her numb and dry heart.

When sleeping at night, everyone prays to the gods they believe in. Feixianggu believes in the Eagle God. She also believes that her current life is a gift from God, and the Eagle God cannot bear her continued suffering.

Later, the work points changed, and not only brown bread, but also a limited amount of eggs could be exchanged.

A group of people wanted to fight for this, but the limit was limited, and those who had not bought it had the right of first refusal. It was a mouthful to say. In short, the little gazelle got an egg. She held the egg for a long time, and then she gave birth. After eating that egg, it was very fishy and very happy!

Porcupine collars always have endless work to do.

Build roads, build roads again.

Sometimes they even dug up the repaired roads and rebuilt them. Someone must have wanted to defraud the lord of his money. She felt sorry for the kind lord.

But later she learned that the handsome man who often rode the horse was the lord. He looked so young and handsome.

She had no time to spare from building a house, digging ditches, knocking rocks, sawing wood, digging sand, and picking up excrement, but she thought it was good.

Until that day, her sister told her that her brother might become the lord's retainer.

The little girl is too naive, does she know what a knight's retinue is? Is that someone who is qualified to become a noble in the future? A slave wants to become a noble? Haha, it's funny, even though she can't laugh.

The lord may be kind enough, but a slave is a slave.

The day came quickly to change the little gazelle's mind.

A female slave had a relationship with a man in the territory. This kind of thing was relatively common, but I heard that the lord was very angry and held a trial. The judge, Lord Grant, asked the female slave what she thought. If she was willing to marry a man, she would Let the man marry her, and let the man spend money to redeem her as a slave.

If she does not want to, the man will be punished and the female slave can receive a compensation.

Does it make a difference who a woman marries? If given the chance to be a prostitute, no one would want to be a slave.

The female slave naturally married a man and got rid of her slave status.

Little Gazelle still remembered that there was a long heated discussion in the dormitory that night. Several aunties said they wanted to seduce common people. They showed off their big flat butts and said that no one could bear it.

The reality is not as imagined. If it is just for fun, men would be extremely happy.

But if she had to marry, she would have to spend a lot of money for it. The men would be afraid of the female slaves like snakes and scorpions. She didn't know whether the aunts could show their ability to sit down while the common men begged for mercy, but her legs were weak, but she definitely wouldn't. If she does that, she doesn't know how to seduce him at all.

At some point, Little Gazelle discovered that some people had quietly changed the objects of their prayers, no longer to their gods, but to the Lord Porcupine.

One day, the younger sister told the little gazelle that her brother had really become the lord's retainer, and even said that he could redeem himself in the future, as long as he had enough money.

Work points certainly cannot be used to redeem oneself, that is to use the lord's property to buy the lord's private property, so slaves cannot redeem themselves.

The little gazelle was envious and blessed the other person.

The lord is really different, but no one will redeem her body, she is still a slave.

But my sister took the initiative and said that after she redeems herself in the future, she will work hard to make money, and then lend money to the little gazelle to redeem her.

She couldn't help hugging her sister and thanked her from the bottom of her heart.

The future is full of hope.

Maybe one day I can live in a beautiful house, walk on the neat and smooth streets, occasionally go to the square to listen to the bards singing about the deeds of Baron Li Qi Clarence, or go to the beach to enjoy the sea breeze.

Her skirt will be lifted up by the sea breeze. Maybe then she will imitate the imaginary noble lady pressing the skirt with her hands, smiling happily.

Tonight, it’s prayer time again in the women’s dormitory.

The little gazelle dragged her tired body and clasped her hands together. The object of her prayers had changed from the Eagle God to the Lord of the Porcupine Territory.