[Quick Transmigration] is coming!

The next day, Feng Zhen and others got up early in the morning, washed up collectively, and brought food back to eat.

Their treatment has improved markedly.

At the very least, the food is no longer a bowl of porridge, but more, it just tastes rough and scratches the throat.

Teenagers who have never had enough gobble it up.

The speed of eating in Fengzhen is also faster than before.

After the meal, the steward came to urge, and the next thing was to go to class.

The first thing to do in class is to name it. It is said to be a name, but it is actually just a code name for convenience. The real name needs to be gifted by the master.

The girls were given flower names like spring, flower, autumn, and moon by the master who came to class, while the boys were sorted from one to eleven, with the word "le" in front of them.

Feng Zhen's appearance was not valued by his master, and he was ranked at the bottom, known as Le Eleven.

Le Yi is a young man with a beautiful appearance, fair complexion, peach blossom eyes full of affection, lips like petals, rosy and charming.

Apparently, everyone could see what the ranking was based on, and the faces of the people in front showed a hint of complacency, especially Le Yi.

Le Yi pays close attention to Feng Zhen, and looks at Feng Zhen with a little sympathy and gloating.

Fengzhen behaved as dull as ever.

Le Yi was rather resentful.

The classes these teenagers take are divided into literary classes and martial arts classes.

Under normal circumstances, there are martial arts classes in the morning and literary classes in the afternoon.

There are different masters for literature and martial arts. Men and women have their own masters, and they have separate classes.

After deciding on everyone's title, the next step is to attend the martial arts class.

Feng Zhen silently recited the formulas of the exercises taught by the martial arts master, always feeling something was wrong.

In the afternoon Chinese class, he understood why he felt something was wrong.

The lessons they were taught were clearly designed to please others.

Literary lessons include playing and singing piano, chess, exercise body, flexibility, and some tips for serving people.

The service here covers all the needs of a person, from basic necessities of food, housing, transportation to bed matters, and it teaches how to make the master enjoy comprehensive and comfortable services.

……

Obviously, the exercises taught in the martial arts class must not be serious stuff.

Feng Zhen sneered in his heart, picked up the inner strength mental method he had practiced before and began to meditate.

Le Yi, Le Er, and Le San formed a small circle, giggling and smiling at each other, not paying much attention to the martial arts class, but one was more serious about the literary class than the other.

Especially the courses about bed matters are even more vigorous.

Compared with them, Feng Zhen, who is so "clumsy" as to give his master a headache, looks even rougher.

Limbs are stiff, poor in flexibility, thick hands and feet, forgetful.

In just one month, Fengzhen was reprimanded n times by his master and punished five times.

"How did such a stupid person get elected to Le Nuyuan?!"

The literary master sighed like this more than once.

When Feng Zhen heard "Le Nu" for the first time, his heart moved.

He remembered that the group after touching the bones was divided into three groups. If they were divided into "le slaves", what kind of slaves would the other two groups be?

Judging from the usual attitude and words of the stewards and the teachers who teach here, it is obvious that such "joy slaves" are slaves with a relatively high status.

Music slaves are slaves who serve their masters for their pleasure, so what are the functions of the other two types?

Fengzhen has always been bad at kicking his legs, and he couldn't even do some extremely humiliating moves. In the end, he still angered the master and the steward.

The steward was a middle-aged man with a plain face and a beard, leading Fengzhen to turn left and right.

When they came to the hut area where Fengzhen had stayed at the beginning, the steward stopped and motioned Fengzhen to take a look.

"Eleven, do you remember this place?"

Feng Zhen nodded dully, without saying a word.

"Don't forget what life you spent here before." The steward pointed.

Feng Zhen turned his head to look, and the people who stayed here were covered in dirty soil, and their coarse short robes were so dirty that they couldn't see the color.

The dirtiest thing is that many people are washing the toilet, and the smell is all over them.

Seeing that Fengzhen's attitude was quite correct, the manager's expression softened, and he continued to lead Fengzhen forward.

They walked more and more desolate, and finally came to a farmhouse.

Pieces of yellow land were reclaimed into squares, and countless people worked here.

The planted crops are lush green and growing gratifyingly.

But what caught Fengzhen's sight was the slave not far away who was wearing farm tools and being whipped.

At this moment, the steward twirled his beard and smiled slightly, "Slave slaves, this is the origin of slave slaves."

Feng Zhen saw the two people who lived in the same hut with him. Their faces and necks were covered with scabs of blood, and the wounds that had not fully grown were covered with fresh welts. on it.

"Just stay here for three days. If you figure it out, tell the steward here to send you back. If you don't figure it out..."

The steward said indifferently: "You just stay here."

The steward left after finishing speaking, but the words he left seemed to have seen through Feng Zhen's disguise, Feng Zhen couldn't help but smile in his heart.

Seeing it through but not saying it, I think this Le Nu should be of some importance.

His eyes turned to the fields.

Livestock slaves, those who use people as livestock are called livestock slaves.

There is another group in the three groups, what kind of slaves will they be called?

Fengzhen was here as a slave for three days.

It seems that the manager has already explained that his work is not heavy, and he can take a rest after working, and no one will beat him with a whip.

But after several days of hard work, his shoulders were still scorchingly painful from the rope.

Because he was treated differently, the other slaves looked at him very unkindly.

Even the two people in the same hut who were a little afraid of him dared to stare at him blatantly.

Regarding this, Feng Zhen didn't bother to argue with them.

Becoming a slave, suffering such humiliation every day, has already fallen into the dust, and Fengzhen does not want to trample on such a person.

After three days, Fengzhen found the steward and asked him to send him back.

Back at Le Nuyuan, they were squeezed out by Le Yi and the others, and Feng Zhen's indifferent attitude really made them very angry.

Le Yi bumps deliberately from time to time, making Feng Zhen make a fool of himself.

This time, when Fengzhen walked to the door, he deliberately pushed people behind him, intending to push Fengzhen down, and it would be best to throw a dog and eat shit.

As a result, Feng Zhen seemed to have eyes in the back of his head, and clamped Le Yi's slender wrist, causing him to almost cry out in pain.

"Eleven! Let me go!"

He glared angrily, bared his teeth and yelled, "It hurts, it hurts, hiss..."

Feng Zhen let go, Le Yi rubbed his wrists, and muttered angrily, "Sure enough, he is a rough man! I have gained a lot of strength after being a slave for a few days, you are suitable to be a slave..."

Feng Zhen ignored him and just took care of himself every day, almost alone.

The homework is also at the end, although the action is not very up to standard, but the performance is full of seriousness.

In the end, the master also had to lament that his talent is limited, and he no longer keeps staring at him.

Without the master's always staring eyes, life in Fengzhen would be much easier.

While fishing in class, he took the opportunity to practice inner strength and mental skills.

After all, he has practiced this technique for hundreds of years, and he has already understood it in his heart, and he is not familiar with it, so soon, he cultivated a sense of qi, and a trace of internal force in his body.

Since he had internal strength, he put the boy in the same room on the Sleeping Point every night, while he practiced in the empty place.

Therefore, with their physical development and the deliberate teaching of their master, half a year later, from Le [-] to Le [-], although their heights are slightly stretched, their bodies are still slender and fragile.

On the other hand, Fengzhen's Eleven has grown rapidly, a head taller than the others, with a thin layer of muscles attached to his body, which is a symbol of Kong Wu's strength compared to others.

This is really worrying the masters, and they even discussed in private whether it was the wrong classification of Eleven when they touched the bones at that time.

Seeing that the master's banquet was coming soon, and it was time for Le Nu to test the results, the masters had to rack their brains to design something for Fengzhen.

In the end, it was decided that the martial arts master would teach Feng Zhen a set of sword dance, which would be performed at the small banquet.

He performed the sword dance alone, which directly made the others jealous, and he received a few supercilious glances from time to time.

It's the day of the banquet.

Feng Zhen and the others were taken away for about an hour, and they came to a brightly lit courtyard.

There are lights and festoons here, and the scene of prosperity and luxury makes Le Yi and the others stare straight at it.

They waited quietly in a remote corner for them to be called to the stage.

Only a little bit of the banquet scene can be seen through the gaps between the flowers and trees.

Even so, Le Nus were mesmerized and their eyes were astonishingly bright.

The girls went up first.

They play and sing, or dance their delicate bodies, their eyes are full of autumn water, and they are bright and moving.

Immediately afterwards, Le Yi and the others came to the stage.

As soon as they got up, they saw all the guests sitting upright, their eyes fell on Le Yi's face, waist and hips.

Le Yi also enjoyed this kind of attention, his lips hooked slightly, and he began to sing a cappella.

Others play the piano and dance, and they all look different and pleasing to the eye.

Feng Zhen was the last to play.

As soon as he went up, he heard the laughter and jokes of all the guests.

Naturally, they were joking with the master on the main seat.

"Brother Ziyan? But the Le slaves in the mansion are not very rich? Brother Xiao just say, you can choose the Le slaves in the mansion." One of them said with a smile.

Feng Zhen raised his eyes slightly.

Sitting tall on the main seat was a thin young man in white clothes, leaning on the seat with no posture at all.

His face was covered with a black iron mask, only a jade-colored chin and a thin red lower lip were exposed.

He was lazy and weak, and said to the person who was making fun of him weakly, "No need."

Then he raised his chin, signaling the start of Fengzhen.

Feng Zhen raised his hand, and the cyan iron sword in his hand stood upright in front of his chest, making a gesture.

The sword dance given to him by the martial arts master was weak and weak, with no sword intent at all, and he deliberately controlled it with a strict eye, which seemed boring and boring.

The other guests were chatting and laughing, but they didn't look him in the eye.

From the corner of Fengzhen's eyes, he caught a glimpse of the person named "Ziyan" sitting in the main seat, who seemed to have slightly adjusted his sitting posture. It seemed that this part of Fengzhen had caught his eyes.

Feng Zhen flicked his wrist lightly, and with a spinning and leaping movement, the iron sword in his hand came out and shot straight at the person in charge!

"Bold!"

The warriors on the left and right shouted loudly, intercepting the iron sword that escaped out of control, and were about to slash towards Fengzhen.

Judging by his strength, he followed the order to seal off the town.

But at this moment, the master on the main seat said: "Wait."

His voice was not loud, as soft as before, but the samurai stopped his movements abruptly, avoiding a blood spatter on the spot.

Amidst the stares of all the guests, warriors, and stewards, the young man on the chief seat staggered up and almost fell on the servant beside him, and with the help of the servant, he came to Fengzhen.

After the sword came out of Feng Zhen's hand, he had been standing all the time, but at the same time that the warrior was slashing and killing him, other warriors restrained him and made him kneel on the stage.

Therefore, the master named Ziyan gently raised his hand, hooked Feng Zhen's chin, and asked him to raise his head.

He watched Fengzhen for a long time, finally coughed a few times, and said, "Throw him into the Douyuan, three days later, I want to watch a human-tiger fight."

His gaze turned to a group of guests, "Brothers, if you are interested, you can come with us."

"Brother Ziyan invites you, why don't I come?"

"That's right, it's just, brother Ziyan, what's the point of a human-tiger fight? This kid will be swallowed by a tiger in less than two rounds. Why don't you replace the tiger with a black-armoured worm? The black-armored worm likes it." Wouldn’t the scene be more beautiful if people were torn into pieces and eaten.”

……

Ziyan didn't care, and said lazily, "Then replace it with a black beetle worm."