Plane Supermarket

The warehouse is full of slaves sleeping, they are not too hot, just squeezed next to each other, and they are unwilling to leave the warehouse to sleep under the cool night sky, many of them still hold the half-gnawed Black bread.

Some people even gnawed off their teeth because the bread was too hard. The lost teeth were stepped on by countless people, and they fell in the corner covered with dust.

Yila curled up in the corner, with a piece of bread in his mouth, which he did not forget to chew even in his sleep.

His body twitches occasionally, and the corners of his mouth sometimes go up and down, making it difficult for people to see whether he is crying or laughing.

Everyone fell asleep peacefully, and they were not worried about what kind of punishment they would face if they were discovered by the lord.

They can't think of what comes after their stomachs are filled—the threat of death is not as great as that of starvation.

It was rare for Ira to have a sweet dream. He seldom had a dream. He had heard other slaves say that slaves don't have dreams.

Only those who are favored by God can have dreams.

But Ira clearly remembered that he often dreamed when he was a child. At that time, he slept in his mother's arms, and the tip of his nose was the smell of his mother. The warmth and reassurance made him feel at ease. He could always fall asleep quickly and sink into wonderful dreams.

In his childhood dreams, the most common dream was that he and his mother moved to a small village. They were free people and had a log cabin of their own. He would work with his mother, repair the house, and plant flowers. plant grass.

Later... his mother died, and he never dreamed again.

He is always working, and can fall asleep with his eyes closed. Since then, his dreams have been far away from him, and all his beautiful imaginations about the future have disappeared.

All that's left is a little remnant of crumbs for him to chew on late each night.

But this night, he dreamed of his mother again.

He turned back into the child who could only fall asleep in his mother's arms, sitting on the bed and playing alone, waiting for his mother to come back.

There was continuous drizzle outside the window, and the wind blowing from the crack was extremely cold. Little Ira wrapped herself in a quilt into a cocoon, with only her head exposed, waiting for her mother to come back.

The mother and son lived in a small wooden cabin behind the stable. This wooden cabin could only accommodate a bed and a table, but for slaves, this was already very good treatment.

Many slaves didn't even have a roof to keep out the wind and rain. Whenever winter or rainy season came, many slaves would die of disease.

If the slave died at the hands of the slave or the steward, the lord also felt that his property had been violated.

But if he died of a disease, the lord would only feel that he was unlucky, and would never show mercy to the slaves, give them a piece of clothing, or a house.

Little Yila feels that she is very happy. He has a mother, a "home", and food that can fill his stomach. There will be no happier person in this world than him.

However, when he was dozing off while waiting, the wooden door was opened from the outside, and the rain outside did not know when it suddenly became heavier.

The two tall stewards who were kind to him and his mother before threw his mother into the wooden house and onto the cold ground.

Ira didn't know what had happened to her mother then.

Her clothes were wet from the rain, sewage flowed from her hair, her hands and feet were covered with red marks from being strangled, her face was covered with muddy water and scars, blood and mud mixed together, and the clothes on the back were torn for unknown reasons. The bottom of the skirt is also bleeding continuously.

Only when she grew up did Ira realize what had happened to her.

His father, the great lord, gave his mother as a "gift" to the guests who came to the party.

A female slave, even if she bears a child for him, even if she works hard, even if she is as good as a puppet, she still cannot escape this fate.

But he didn't even dare to hate - that's a great lord!

He is a great man who has been favored by the gods and given land by the king.

He is the only god in this land.

His mother didn't say a word or a word to him that night, she just lay on the cold ground like that, her body gradually became cold, Ira wanted to use herself to warm her, and got into her arms, like the previous Like countless nights, she acted like a baby and talked to her.

However, at dawn the next day, he was caught out of the cabin and thrown into the boiler room.

He could only watch helplessly as his mother was thrown off the hillside by other slaves.

She doesn't even have a grave.

Like a broken log, it rolled down the hill so easily until he could no longer see it.

Ira woke up.

He looked around blankly, a slave's leg was resting on his chest, and after he moved the other's leg away, he felt his face was a little sticky, Yila wiped his face with his hands.

It wasn't until he put his hand down again that he realized—he was crying.

He has never shed tears for so many years, because there are no tears to shed. The person he is closest to and loves the most in this world is gone, and all the pain after that is like a layer of veil, which can only make his body suffer , but could not touch any of his emotions.

"I dreamed last night." A slave who woke up took a bite of the bread in his hand, and said excitedly to the people beside him, "I dreamed that I became a freeman!"

"Why didn't I dream? Then, what happened after you became a free citizen in your dream?"

The slave looked longingly and said: "I dreamed that I was planting a field, and it was just in time for the autumn harvest, and the golden wheat was everywhere, heavy, and when the wind blew, the wheat would make a sound!"

When he spoke, his eyes were blurred, and it seemed that the wonderful rustling sound sounded in his ears again.

"You said, did the moon god really come last night?" An elderly female slave looked outside the barn. She didn't dare to go out, fearing that if she went out, she would be caught by the stewards, beaten, and finally died in the barn. Under the stick or fist of the stewards.

"It must be coming!" someone yelled.

It seems that the louder the voice, the more confidence they have.

"If Luna hadn't come, we wouldn't be able to enter the warehouse at all!"

After eating their stomachs full, the brains of the slaves quickly became flexible.

"The stewards haven't come to see us now, the Moon God must have told them!"

"The moon god is protecting us."

Smiles appeared on the faces of the slaves.

Yes, the Moon God protects them, their lowly slaves.

"It would be great if Master Luna could stay."

"Yes! Let's build a castle for Lord Luna."

"It's not a castle, it's a palace, a huge palace!"

"After the palace is built, we can stay with Lord Luna."

"I can raise horses for Lord Luna."

"I can scrub toilets for grown-ups."

The slaves laughed: "God doesn't need a toilet."

"Yes, God doesn't need to eat or drink."

"Who said that? In the myth, the Lord Moon God's favorite food is golden apples."

"...It seems to be the same, but we don't have any golden apples, and Mr. Luna should not be able to eat them."

The slaves were instantly moved.

"Master Luna didn't even eat his favorite golden apple for us!"

The slaves bowed their heads one after another, not knowing what they could do to make God give up his favorite food.

They don't feel that they are more important than golden apples - that can be golden apples!

·

Ye Zhou, who slept in the tent all night, felt uncomfortable all over his body. He slept in the middle of the night and always felt that bugs were biting him. Spraying toilet water didn't help much.

Because they had to consider traveling, the tents they brought were not produced by the system, but self-sold tents in supermarkets. They were easy to store and light enough to sleep two people.

But he didn't expect the quality to be so poor, and two holes were broken not long after it was propped up.

Ye Zhou opened his collar and asked Zou Ming beside him, "Check for me, if there are any red bumps."

Zou Ming glanced at it, but didn't look deeply. He turned his head slightly after retracting his gaze, his eyes were deep: "It's a little red."

Ye Zhou despaired: "I knew it, I must be allergic to some bug!"

"You can't sleep outside tonight."

Ye Zhou still had to face the reality after despair, and sighed helplessly: "Forget it, I'll wipe the toilet water carefully before going to bed today."

The insects here are too poisonous, even more poisonous than those in Daliang Dynasty.

Chen Shu, who was brushing his teeth next to him, wiped his mouth and came over and said, "If you have allergies, you should sleep in the bedroom. I think the wooden houses where the managers live are okay. I deworm and disinfect them before going to bed. It's probably not a big problem. Anyway, it's better than sleeping outside."

After she finished speaking, she also scratched her back: "I seem to have been bitten too."

Only Zou Ming, with copper skin and iron bones, failed to win the favor of worms.

Zou Ming also said: "You are prone to allergies, I will find a way later."

Ye Zhou smiled: "What can I do? I think we should give them some time to digest."

Ye Zhou has little experience in pretending to be a ghost, and even many great dancers probably don't have experience with him-after all, the dancer only needs to perform when customers come to his door, and he performs for more than half a year. Always remember your own personality, and dare not say a word about the collapse of the personality.

Whether Tiao Dashen does well or not is only about money, and whether he does well or not is about his life.

"Boss, you can leave the matter to him." Chen Shu persuaded, "Otherwise you have to figure out everything by yourself, so what do you want us to do? Your salary is white hair?"

Ye Zhou was stunned for a moment, but he didn't think of the reason for his rebuttal.

"I was thinking of waiting for the lord here to come over." Ye Zhou said, "Yesterday, the performance was mainly for the purpose of making a deal with that lord."

He can exchange the scraps of modern industry for the precious things of this era - such as fields.

Ye Zhou has already made up his mind. He can earn money by himself while fighting for a better life for the slaves.

This time it was not out of interest, but that he already had the strength to help those who were suffering.

He is no longer the rookie boss who has to worry about being killed by the natives at any time.

Since you can help, why not help?It is just a matter of reaching out, but it is a lifelong event for slaves.

If he can leave good things on this plane, then he hopes that this thing is positive and useful.

After thinking about it, Ye Zhou sighed, "I'm such a good person."

Chen Shu: "..."

Chen Shu looked at Zou Ming, and found that Zou Ming nodded in a serious manner when he heard this sentence, very sincerely, without any reluctance.

Ye Zhou looked down the mountain.

Just in that direction, there is the owner of this land, the owner of everyone here except them.

——It’s just a person.

·

"Why are you in such a hurry?" The servant Karl had a straight face. He was wearing cowhide boots and had a rough brooch pinned to his chest. Two uneven ravines.

The stewards usually avoid him when they see him—although he does not have much power, after all, there is a high possibility that he will be the next steward. The stewards do not want to see him because of conflicts of interest, but they do not want to offend him.

They can bully Hill, but they dare not bully Karl in the same way.

And Karl didn't target them because of their attitude towards Hill, he thought it was an experience for Hill.

As his nephew, he should survive this test no matter what, otherwise he will come to the lord's side. What ability does he have to make the lord trust him?

"There is... There is God..." The steward panted heavily, and while panting, he couldn't wait to say, "The moon god has come to the world!"

Carl's brows furrowed even deeper, and the steward's eyes seemed to be looking at a fool. After two seconds of silence, he asked, "What are you talking about?"

He felt that the other party was talking nonsense, maybe he was crazy?Still stupid?

The steward who managed to catch his breath immediately raised his head, and said with burning eyes: "Last night, last night the moon god came to the world!"

"He lowered the divine light! Also, let those slaves rush into the warehouse!"

The steward wanted to say something more, but his tongue was clumsy, and the witch doctor behind him came out more and more, and said to Karl: "The Moon God wants to save the slaves, and he covets the right of those slaves to eat their stomachs. Lord Moon God today May come again, you must let me see Lord Lord!"

Nobody here is an atheist.

But Karl is a liar, he glanced coldly at the faces of all the managers in front of him.

But this time, he didn't see any lying nervousness on their faces.

But he didn't dare to believe it. After all, a person may have a guilty conscience when lying, but a group of people lie - most of the time they will not feel guilty.

And in a group, if everyone repeats a lie, after a long time, they will really think it is the truth.

Even if the lie was fabricated by themselves.

"You better make sure what you said is true." Carl moved his body away, "Who will follow me to see the lord?"

The stewards were about to rush forward, but the witch doctor had already reached Karl.

He said righteously: "I am a witch doctor. When I treat people, I have to deal with Lord Moon God. I know him better than anyone else."

As soon as this remark came out, the stewards couldn't fight anymore.

After all, if a witch doctor has something to do with a witch, then he has something to do with a god.

There is indeed no one here who is more qualified than him to tell the lord about this matter.

So the witch doctor followed Karl into the stone house with his head held high and eyes full of envy and hatred.

The reason why it is a stone house, not a castle, is because this house has nothing to do with the castle.

It has been standing here for many years, and it costs a lot of money to repair every year, but the lord would rather live in such a dilapidated house than build another house.

For nobles, houses are not a place to live, but a symbol of status.

No matter how broken the stone house is, as long as it is the residence of the lords, the lords will live here forever, unless the stone house collapses.

But the lord's residence is the lord's after all. This stone house is not comparable to a castle, but it is also two stories high, and there is another floor underground.

There is no adhesive used in the stone house, because there is no clay produced here. If stones are used instead of planks, they have to be built up bit by bit by the weight of the stones themselves.

To build such a stone house requires thousands of slaves to sleep and sleep, and it may take dozens or even hundreds of human lives.

The witch doctor nervously and excitedly looked at the furnishings in the stone house—the animal skin blanket was spread on the floor, and the complete animal skin blanket was very valuable. The witch doctor wished he could run away with a piece of animal skin blanket at this time, but he held back. .

There are special bowls for oil lamps on the walls on both sides within a few steps. At night, the oil lamps will be temporarily lit, which may illuminate the corridor very brightly.

The witch doctor even thought he could smell the spices.

He followed Karl for a long time, so long that he began to regret coming.

After all, everything here makes his heart itch, but he can't take any of them away, what a torture to him!

After a long wait, the witch doctor finally met the lord.

The lord sat behind the long table. He was eating. He was the only one sitting at the long table that could accommodate more than ten people, but there were six or seven dishes in front of him.

There was crispy toasted white bread without grit or bran, a thick soup with milk and spices, and a roast chicken in the middle, also stuffed with spices.

In addition to these three dishes, there is a small piece of sugar, a fried egg, and a few slices of pork.

Even on the dining table of nobles, these things are luxurious enough.

The witch doctor couldn't help swallowing - he had never eaten such good things in his life!

The lord put down the napkin, blinked his extremely small eyes due to his obesity, showing indifference and inquiry that were completely different from his simple and honest appearance, he threw the fork aside, and asked plainly: "Say it, what's the matter?"

Before Karl could speak, the witch doctor immediately said: "I am the messenger of Lord Moon God. I came to you to tell you that Lord Moon God needs you to donate your land when he came to the world."

The lord was stunned, he looked at the witch doctor in surprise, his expression was even a little funny.

In normal times, the witch doctor would have started flattering the lord long ago, but he clearly knew that he could flatter the lord at any time, but not now, once he flattered, he would be inferior to the other party, no matter what Whatever he said, the other party would not take his words seriously.

"Moon God." The lord frowned, "Over the years, I have never heard of any instance of a true god descending into the world."

Witch doctor: "That's because those people have no luck to see God. If God is something that people can see, why is there still a church? There are still priests?"

Lord: "You mean, you are the priest of the moon god?"

The witch doctor gritted his teeth: "Yes."

The lord laughed: "If Lord Moon God just came into the world yesterday, how did you become a priest?"

Witch doctor: "Lord Moon God saw me after he came into the world, and thought that only I was qualified to serve him, so I became a priest last night. I know you don't believe me, and I don't need you to believe me."

The witch doctor raised his chin: "You can treat me as a liar, a sinner, as long as you don't worry that Lord Moon God will hold you accountable for your crimes after he finds out!"

The lord glanced at Karl, and Karl understood: "My lord, I'll go there."

The lord nodded. Instead of giving the witch doctor another look, he picked up the knife and fork again and enjoyed the food.

The delicious chicken was dripping with oil, the aroma of the oil and the smell of the spices mixed together, making the witch doctor's footsteps seem extraordinarily unsteady.

After Karl left, another servant walked up to the lord. He skillfully poured a glass of wine or grape juice for the lord, and asked worriedly, "My lord, is it really Luna?"

The two biggest gods in this world are the sun god and the moon god, one is in charge of the day and the other is in charge of the night.

The former is written by divinity, with a clear distinction between love and hate, while the latter is gentle and kind.

But as long as they are gods, there are very few who can accept mortals to resist themselves.

The valet was a little frightened. He thought the lord should go himself, but he dared not speak out.

The lord swallowed a mouthful of muscle, and the corners of his mouth twitched, which was barely a smile. His already small eyes were squeezed even smaller, and there was a strong sense of disapproval in his tone: "If God really descended so easily Shi, why are you here?"

"Why doesn't he go to the capital? Could it be that I can give him more than His Majesty the King?"

The lord laughed: "If that's the case, why didn't he just perform miracles here?"

The male servant was somewhat persuaded, but he still asked hesitantly, "For slaves?"

The lord sneered: "Slave? Do you think God doesn't want slaves?"

"Aren't those so-called envoys and attendants of gods all slaves of gods?"

"And they will not die, but will serve God forever."

"Why didn't God save the slaves around Him?" The lord's voice became louder, "Slaves are those who are rejected by God!"

The lord said firmly: "The person who came is definitely not a god, but someone who wants to cheat something from me."

The valet was completely persuaded, and he marveled at the wisdom of the lord and humbled himself for his stupidity.

"Then you still let Karl go?" The servant watched the lord take a sip of the wine, and he looked at the wine stains on the lord's lips with some greed.

The lord put down his wine glass: "There is nothing wrong with letting him go and have a look."

"If that liar is a smart person, maybe it can be useful to me." The lord touched his chin, "Shenguang..."

"There are many smart people. If Shenguang really exists, it would be a good thing for me."

He didn't want to stay here any longer. This huge but barren territory trapped his father and trapped him as well.

He yearns for a bigger world, a higher status, and the envious eyes of everyone.

Receive greater glory than his father, greater than his ancestors.

The lord said to the manservant, "You are right, maybe I really should go there myself."

"Let them bring the horse out."

He wants to meet "Moon God" in person.

If the other party is smart and dedicates the divine light to him, he can also give the other party the status of being in charge.

If the other party is not smart enough...

The lord lowered his eyes.

Only one person died.

Are there still fewer people dying around him?

Human life is cheaper than wine.