Plane Supermarket

Walking up the cliff would take at least five days based on foot strength. Ye Zhou calculated his own foot strength. Considering the children and the elderly in the supermarket, it should take about ten days on average.

But children and old people, in this plane, Ye Zhou dare not let them out.

Ye Zhou didn't even dare to release women and men who were not that strong.

So the only people who can go out now are Zou Ming, Chen Shu, and Ye Zhou himself.

Zhou Yuanhe was really too thin and weak. Although he was a man, Ye Zhou always felt that he would be easily beaten to the ground, even if Chen Shu asked him to use only one hand.

"I don't want to go either..." Zhou Yuanhe was still saying when he sent them off, "How do you deal with those primitive people?"

In his opinion, those who treat the same kind as slaves are primitive people, and only primitive people can do this kind of thing.

Ye Zhou smiled at him. He was wearing a convenient light-colored casual clothes. He was wearing a pair of hiking boots and overalls. The legs of the trousers were tied up. He looked extraordinarily neat. Ye Zhou bumped the bag on his back and rushed Zou Ming and Chen Shu said: "Let's go".

This time they're all relying on drones to map -- Kane won't do.

This one is like flying off the cliff, he doesn't know the way at all, and he can't even tell where this place is.

When transportation and communication were not developed, many people couldn't tell the difference between southeast and north, and they couldn't even say the specific name of their hometown.

"Just take the gun." Ye Zhou felt safe with an AK on his back.

In this kind of scene where there may be conflicts with people at any time and there is no time to find a bunker, it is safer to carry an assault rifle like AK.

Zou Ming was carrying a pistol.

Only Chen Shu still carried her sniper.

"Why are you looking at me?" Chen Shu noticed that Ye Zhou was looking at her. She smiled and said, "If there is a direct conflict, I can use my rifle instead of using the mirror."

Ye Zhou was envious: "I can't do it now."

Chen Shu didn't take it seriously: "This is simple, just practice for a few days."

They didn't bring much, just sleeping bags and dry food.

It was rare for Ye Zhou to get a "far door", so he was a little excited.

It's a pity that this excitement soon faded away - the same scenery as far as the eye could see, only a small ditch and uneven ground and cliffs in front of me, and even mammals could not be seen, only some insect.

They set out early in the morning and lighted a fire to rest after dark. The three discussed the allocation of time to watch the night.

"I'll keep watch for the first half of the night." Chen Shu took the initiative, "Zou Ming, will you keep watch for the second half of the night?"

Zou Ming nodded slightly, he was lighting a fire.

Ye Zhou: "Then what should I do?"

Chen Shu waved his hand: "Boss, you can just rest. The nature of our work, we can just leave this kind of thing to us."

Ye Zhou couldn't help but laugh: "That won't work. Let's go out together. If there is anything we need to discuss, I'm just paying you wages, and I'm not asking you to be a private worker."

Chen Shu didn't insist anymore. She glanced at Zou Ming and found that Zou Ming hadn't said a word, so she said, "Then boss, you can start guarding now. I'll go to sleep for a while. When I wake up, I'll replace you."

Ye Zhou felt much more comfortable now: "Okay."

Chen Shu shook off the sleeping bag, walked aside, put on earplugs and fell asleep.

Ye Zhou and Zou Ming were left sitting beside the fire, and above their heads was the vast night sky with bright stars.

Ye Zhou looked at the fire in front of him, and took a bag of biscuits from his bag: "Do you want to eat?"

Zou Ming: "I'm not hungry now."

Ye Zhou nodded slightly, and he looked up at the sky, "It's rare for me to look at the sky so leisurely before."

"Actually, when I was studying, my friends didn't understand why I wanted to open a supermarket." Ye Zhou suddenly talked more when he thought of the past, "They all thought my idea was a bit useless."

Zou Ming looked at Ye Zhou's side face, he frowned and asked, "Why?"

Ye Zhou said with a smile: "I just think that if you want to do a big business, even if you open a supermarket, you have to build that kind of brand chain to be considered capable."

"Either join a big company, become an executive, or start your own business and become your own boss." Ye Zhou, "But at that time, I didn't care what they said. If I talked too much, I would tell them not to open their mouths."

"Hey, I didn't have a good temper back then." Ye Zhou said, "I think I have a pretty good temper now."

Zou Ming: "You have always had a good temper."

He had never seen Ye Zhou get angry, and most of the time he was discussing with others.

Ye Zhou is not alone.

But he is not a person without ideas and persistence.

He looks gentle, but he will never change overnight.

"If you're sleepy, go to bed first." Ye Zhou glanced at Zou Ming, "You still have to keep watch in the second half of the night."

Zou Ming shook his head slightly: "I'm not sleepy now."

Ye Zhou didn't urge him, and said to himself, "I still find it unbelievable. They are all human beings. Why can slave owners in this era not treat them as human beings when exploiting and abusing slaves?"

Looking at a person with the same facial features and limbs as yourself, can you really bear to be enslaved like that?

Ye Zhou knew that this kind of thing was common, but he felt that no one with a little conscience could do it.

Zou Ming said, "They don't treat slaves as human beings."

Ye Zhou blinked, Zou Ming: "In their eyes, people who are not of the same class as them cannot be considered human beings."

"It's been like this since ancient times."

Zou Ming: "It doesn't even need them to feel it themselves. Sometimes people at the bottom will feel that they are not of the same kind as the people at the top, and they restrain each other and regard each other as gods."

Ye Zhou: "..."

He let out a long breath: "Anyway, it's enough to earn enough money to unlock other planes here, I don't want to stay here any longer."

He doesn't have the slightest liking for this plane, only a strong sense of disgust.

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Hill got up, he rarely got up at this time, but today the lord came, he could only get up early.

He put on his boots, put on his coat, put on his sheepskin hat and walked out of the cabin, and shouted to his companions who had already had breakfast: "Is the lord here?"

The companion shook his head: "It will probably take a while."

Hill could only pick up two pieces of bread and sit across from his companion. He said "tsk" and said, "Isn't it just that a slave ran away? Why do you want to come here in person?"

Companion: "How do I know this? It may have nothing to do with that slave. The lord will not let you lose money. Besides, a slave is worthless, and your monthly salary is enough."

Hill laughed and said, "How much alcohol is enough for me to drink a month?"

He didn't take the slave's life seriously, and after washing a piece of bread, he spit on the ground: "Even if I really killed him, I shouldn't deduct my wages. That slave can't do much at first sight. If he dies, he should save food."

Companion: "Just tell me what you said, don't tell other people, or you will definitely lose money."

Hill curled his lips. He knew that there were factions among managers.

A slave is not important, but this slave may become a tool for others to attack him.

After all, he was able to work here thanks to his uncle.

His uncle was the lord's valet.

There are many people who dislike his uncle.

Hill ate the last bite of bread, he stood up, pulled the cloth belt around his waist, and looked happily in the direction the slave was coming.

He was most relaxed when facing slaves.

Don't care if you said something wrong, and don't care if your uncle will be implicated by you.

He can do whatever he wants with slaves, only in slaves can he find a natural sense of oppression and control.

"I have a piece of bread here! Whoever comes first will eat it!" Hill waved at the slaves.

But there was no bread in his hand, but a black stone.

But the eyes of the slaves were not good. They stretched their necks, looked at the stone in Hill's hand with blurred eyes, and then pushed each other and ran towards Hill.

The first one to run was a young man, he was very thin, but he was fast. He squatted in front of Hill like a dog, looking at Hill expectantly.

Hill squatted down slightly, he reached out and patted the man's head, and shouted to the other slaves: "Well, you are not as good as him, this piece of bread is now his."

The slaves lowered their eyes in despair, but some looked at Hill without blinking. Although they couldn't eat the bread, they wanted to smell the bread.

However, contrary to everyone's expectations, Hill, who stood up, raised the "bread" in his hand and slammed it on the man's head.

The man squatting on the ground was smashed to the ground in an instant.

Hill kicked the man in the stomach with a ferocious face: "Slaves deserve to eat bread too?!"

"Ah?! Slaves are also worthy of eating bread!" Hill roared, "You dirty things, how are you worthy of eating human food?!"

The slaves cowered, they shrank their necks, but they dared not save the beaten man.

The man could only curl up on the ground, covering his head tightly with both hands.

Hill stepped on the man's back with one foot, and said with a sneer, "A slave must have the self-consciousness of a slave! Don't think that you are a human if you have a human appearance!"

After speaking, Hill glanced at a few people standing not far away.

Those people were the ones who regarded him as a thorn in his side and drove him and his uncle away from the lord.

Did he lose his temper? He didn't look at the man again, kicked him again before leaving.

The other slaves didn't dare to help the man either. They watched carefully, watching the man cough up a mouthful of water, struggle to stand up on his knees, and then slowly blend into the crowd of slaves. Only this time, his head was buried got lower.

After Hill taught the slaves a lesson, he and his companions supervised the work of the slaves. If anyone slowed down, they would immediately raise their whips and beat them severely.

Some stewards found it troublesome and didn't wave their whips very often.

On the contrary, Hill really likes the feel of the whip, especially when it hits someone and makes a noise.

So when he hit someone, he didn't care whether the slave was lazy or not. If he wanted to hit someone, he would hit him. Who would fight for justice for the slave?

If anyone would fight for justice for slaves, he wouldn't be here.

There would be no slaves and slave masters in the world.

"Why don't you stop beating him." The companion frowned, "You're going to beat him to death."

The companion grabbed Hill's raised hand, "Although you are not to blame for the death of the previous slave, but if another one dies, the lord should deduct money from you."

Hill rolled his eyes. He broke away from his companion, threw the whip aside, and said weakly, "I'm holding back my stomach now, so I can't hit people yet."

Companion: "What's the point of being angry? Can they really drive you away?"

Hill stopped talking, and he patted his head irritably.

"The lord is here!" Someone suddenly shouted not far away.

Hill stood up immediately, he showed a flattering expression almost subconsciously, with a smile on his face, he didn't care about the matter in his hands, he didn't take the whip, and ran excitedly in the direction where the lord came.

At this moment, Hill's expression was very vivid. He stepped on the grass and looked at the lord from a distance.

The lord is riding a white horse. His bloated body looks extraordinarily mighty. The sun falls on him, as if wearing a layer of tulle clothes on him. Surrounded by everyone, he walks towards the wasteland land , but there was no smile on his face, but a little lack of interest.

"I remember that young man, is that your nephew?" The lord lowered his head and asked the valet walking beside the horse.

The servant smiled and said: "Yes, he is a good boy. He knows how to help with work since he was a child, and he is very grateful. He will never forget your help to him. He will definitely do his best to do things for you in the future, even if it is for you. There will be no complaints in death."

Only then did the lord frowned: "What's his name?"

Servant: "Hill."

Lord: "Huh? How do I remember that it was a man named Hill who made one of my slaves jump off a cliff yesterday?"

Before the male servant could speak, another steward immediately came over and said, "My lord, it's him. He doesn't work hard, and always makes slaves learn how dogs snatch food. He himself is very interesting, but it seriously slows down the speed of land reclamation. "

"If this is always the case, how much will it cost you in vain?"

The male servant immediately retorted: "Slaves don't work hard, how can they have anything to do with Hill?"

"If Hill hadn't treated them harshly, they would have worked hard before?"

The lord's head hurt a little from their quarrel, he rubbed his eyebrows and said, "Okay, don't quarrel, let Hill talk to me."

The servant immediately took a deep breath, and with excitement on his face, he waved to Hill who was not far away.

Hill understood what the servant meant, and he ran over immediately, bowing his head respectfully, wishing he could lower himself into the dust.

There was awe in his voice: "My lord, I am your loyal servant, and I am willing to dedicate everything I have, including my life, to you."

The lord waved his hand: "I'm tired of hearing these words. I want to ask you, it's okay for you to make fun of slaves, but why do you want to make fun of them when they open up wasteland? It makes me very unhappy."

Hill's whole body was stiff, and he stammered: "I, I didn't mean it, my lord, I just hope they can work harder."

The lord impatiently said to the servant: "Take care of him, I don't care what he does to the slaves, but I can't slow down the progress and waste my money."

The male servant quickly said: "Okay, okay, I will take good care of him, my lord."

The lord didn't want to keep entangled in this matter, so he said to the person in charge: "Don't always ask me about this kind of thing in the future. If you have conflicts, you can resolve them yourself."

After playing fifty big boards each, the lord rode slowly and looked at his new land.

He said to the servant with some complacency: "It won't be long before a castle can be built here."

The servant immediately said, "Only adults are worthy of going to the castle."

"It would be great if my father could see it." The lord was a little sentimental, "He always wanted to own a castle when I was young, but it's a pity that those old nobles are always unwilling to sell it."

"Building a new castle would require too much land and too much money."

The lord even wiped the tears from the corner of his eyes with his hand: "Hey, really, those people are too much. At that time, my father said that my father was just a viscount and shouldn't own the castle."

"Later my father became an earl and said he had no land or castle to sell us."

The lord mourned, "Is it because we are not hereditary nobles that we are inferior?"

"But our aristocratic status was also granted to us by the king, didn't their ancestors do the same?"

Servant: "My lord, they are the ones who are jealous of you!"

The lord sighed: "So this castle must be built as big and powerful as possible. At that time, I will invite those who look down on our family and let them see our family's financial resources!"

After the lord finished venting his anger, he walked around the wasteland again, and finally rode his horse and left with his servants and followers—after all, there was nothing here, and he could only sleep in a log cabin. where people live.

Lords cannot suffer.

When the servant left, he glared at his nephew and said with his mouth, "Restrain yourself."

Hill lowered his head and clenched his hands into fists. When the lord led the man away, he immediately walked towards the nearest slave.

The slave realized that it was him, and immediately tried to hide.

The steward next to him shouted loudly: "You're going to vent your anger on the slave again!"

"Don't you find it bothering you to always vent your anger on slaves?"

"Be careful that this slave was also killed. You will be scolded by the lord again. Then don't say that we are targeting you."

Hill looked at the speaker with a ferocious expression. He grabbed the slave's arm, pulled him up from the ground, grabbed the slave's hair, and slammed it hard on the nearby tree trunk.

"I don't care what you think of me, what to say about me, what to arrange for me in front of the lord." Hill hit the slave's head again and again, and when he spoke, his lips turned outward, revealing a mouthful of sharp teeth, he sneered , "Why don't you go to chase the lord back now? Say I abused the slaves?"

Hill smiled and said, "Go, you go, I won't stop you, you can go if you want."

At first, the slave was still struggling with his hands, but soon, he couldn't move anymore. He could only be passively grabbed by Hill, and then passively smashed into the tree.

No one rescued him.

Those who ridiculed Hill didn't want to save a slave. They could curse, but they were completely unwilling to have a physical conflict with the strong Hill.

The slave was grabbed by Hill's neck. He was so light, as if he had no weight, and could not move under Hill's restraint.

The slave's eyes were swollen and he looked at the sun not far away, but the sunlight flashed by, and he couldn't look carefully, and it was dark again.

None of his companions could save him.

They can only wait and wait for Hill to finish his anger. If they are lucky, they may be able to save their lives.

The moment he was thrown to the ground, the slave let out a heart-piercing cough, but he didn't even dare to make a loud noise, so he could only hunched his back and covered his mouth with his hands, even though the blood flowed down his hair , You have to be unaware, and you can't show a little pain.

"Forget it." The companion patted Hill on the shoulder and whispered, "If you're like this, they won't treat you very well."

Hill kicked the slave again, kicking the slave who just sat up into the mud again, and the slave swallowed a big mouthful of muddy water.

"I'm not a slave." Hill said suddenly, "I'm a free citizen just like them. Why should they treat me like this? Just because it's my uncle, not my father, who is the valet?"

Their work is almost hereditary, mother and daughter, father and son, from generation to generation, unless the master does not want them.

They pride themselves on being able to work for dignified adults.

A young man is not really a man if he does not want to work for some lord or nobleman.

Hill glanced at the man struggling in the mud - he was completely unable to crawl out of the mud.

No one dared to save him, and his own strength could only struggle on the spot.

He would sink into the mud fully conscious, and he would probably suffocate.

Suffocated to death on the grass, in a puddle so shallow that it was ridiculously shallow.

Hill became interested, and he walked over slowly, looking excitedly at the pitiful scene of the man struggling weakly and being swallowed by muddy water.

Can a person drown in a quagmire on flat ground?How ridiculous is this?

Hill squatted by the mud pond. He watched the man's side face, and found that the man who had already faced down on the platform twitched from time to time, as if he still had feelings and was still trying to survive.

The man's curled hands held the mud tightly, but he couldn't borrow any strength.

Hill stared at him for a long time, but finally lost interest - he liked to see the slaves struggling to survive, giving everything, and finally their hopes were shattered, that moment of pain and despair.

It would turn him on, as if he had been through the same ordeal.

But the slave is dead, and he can be reborn.

It's a pity that this man's face was covered with mud and water. Hill couldn't see his face, let alone his expression. He stood up slowly, exhaled a long breath, and his expression seemed to be somewhat compassionate.

His foot stepped on the slave's back, and one leg slowly exerted force, trampling the man hard into the muddy water.

Only this time, the slave couldn't struggle anymore.

The stewards looked at Hill, they rolled their eyes, and talked about the young man with an extremely contemptuous expression: "He thought he would succeed his uncle and become the lord's personal servant? He didn't even have words If you don’t know each other, how will you manage property, make friends, and participate in political affairs for adults in the future?”

"His uncle said he could read and write."

The stewards laughed and didn't believe it. Someone laughed without hesitation: "He still knows how to read. Did he still stick the note that said stupid on his chest last time?"

"He can only find his self-esteem by abusing slaves."

"Really, although slaves are worthless, but they still beat them when they make no mistakes, and he is the only one who doesn't feel tired."

The stewards couldn't understand Hill, but that didn't prevent them from laughing at Hill.

"Is there a light over there?"

"Is there any iron?"

The stewards looked towards the bright light together, but before they could see it clearly, the light flashed through their eyes, blinding them briefly at that moment.

Something invisible flew past them.

After a soft "bang" sound——

Hill crashed to the ground, splashing everywhere.

Behind the hillside in the distance, Ye Zhou put down the sniper in his hand.

His hands are very steady. He doesn't know when, when he starts to grab, his hands no longer shake, and the recoil no longer makes the back of his hands feel numb.

It seemed that he was born for this gun.

Perfect for picking it up and shooting enemies ahead.

Originally, Ye Zhou thought that he had only shot zombies when he was at Luoyang base, so he might be shaken by shooting people this time, and he might not be able to accept it.

But really when he aimed at Hill.

It was amazing that he didn't treat the other party as a human being.

He didn't even treat him as a zombie. After all, zombies would never enslave the same kind.