After restoring them to their original state, they would take out strips of cloth or handkerchiefs and cover their eyes, then give them two punches to make them panda eyes so they couldn't open them, followed by another beating.
These dozen or so foremen simply couldn't compete with these former laborers.
"Thank you, Lord, for giving me the opportunity to take revenge!"
"Brothers, you all beat him up with your eyes covered, didn't you!"
"That's right, I can understand our tactical hand signals!"
"Thank you again, Lord and Lord Sid, for teaching us such convenient combat techniques!" Most importantly, we beat them up without them even knowing who did it.
This is also Qin Yiyi's trump card. They don't know who made the play or what it looks like, so how can they pin the blame on her?
Furthermore, Viscount Alder himself was too exploitative. If the people in his territory hadn't been starving, who would have revolted? Not only did he turn the wages of laborers into slaves, but he also turned the laborers into slaves. The lord didn't need to pay the slaves; he only needed to maintain their normal rations. Wouldn't that save him even more money?
"Old is quite shrewd in this regard; he's testing your limits step by step!"
"The more you endure humiliation and hardship, the more he will treat you with even greater cruelty!"
"You shouldn't be working in the Alder territory! You can look at our territory!"
Along the way, the orcs with lower combat strength all seemed to have mouths that could speak and bewitch people.
"Our territory has water and electricity, and our food rations are paid daily without any deductions. The daily working hours are only ten hours, with eleven hours during the probationary period, and ten hours every day after that!"
"My God, is it really that good?" Many people peeked out, but some remained dismissive.
"Could it be that we've just escaped one tiger's den only to fall into another?"
Upon hearing this, the person who had just been enthusiastically introducing the product instantly turned cold.
"Who are you calling jackals and tigers!"
"I'm talking about you! Otherwise, why would you be so kind as to come and take us to your territory? Let me be frank, I'm not going to your territory!"
The man turned and left as he spoke.
The mother of the three-year-old girl who was in the second group to arrive in Qin territory sneered, "A blessed territory does not admit unfortunate people. Since you're not going, then please leave!"
The man snorted coldly and turned to leave.
The others who had just received them also spoke frankly.
"If you want to leave, then leave. Our territory is short of people, but if you don't need to go, we will never force you!"
The others hesitated and wanted to leave as well, but eventually they did.
They didn't want to be slaves. Now that they were freed from the misery of hard labor, they didn't want to go to other territories to be exploited laborers!
More than a dozen people left, leaving only seven or eight.
Looking at these people, the leader of Qin's territory spoke frankly.
"We are all slaves of Qin territory, and you were slaves in the past too. If you want to go, then go; if you don't want to, we will never force you!"
"Furthermore, there are rules among us slaves: you may speak of us, but you must never speak of our territory or our lord!"
"That's right, if you dare to speak ill of our lord, we'll fight you to the death!"
Those who escaped were stunned; they had never seen anything like it! Help!
I've only ever seen people who hate their territory and their lord, but I've never seen anyone defend their lord like this!
They were shocked, and one of them said, "We have never seen anyone defend their lord like you, so we have decided to visit your territory first, is that alright?"
"Yes, after so many years of hard labor, we can tell who is genuinely protecting and who is just pretending. You all look like you are genuinely protecting your lord, with firm eyes and strong voices. May I observe you before making a decision? If it's really as good as you say, I'm willing to be a slave and not wander anymore!"
Being a slave is not scary; what is truly terrifying is being alone, starving, naked, and being whipped and forced to do hard labor!
Such hard labor is even more despairing than slavery!
So when they see these people reacting like this, they're willing to go and see.
The same scenario occurred in other teams. You can insult them, you can curse them, but you cannot insult their territory or curse their lord, otherwise you will become mortal enemies!
They arrived in the territory with about eighty or ninety people, of whom more than a hundred left.
These people were shocked when they stood before the territory.
"This gate..."
The arched gate was covered with green vines, which were transplanted into the sand. They saw several ninety-year-old children watering the vines and gently stroking the flowers.
His childlike face was full of seriousness.
"This is the children's group. They were supposed to work in the morning and study in the afternoon, but since the teachers took turns picking them up, they came out to work this afternoon too!"
The girl in the lead, carrying a water jug, replied, "We're going to work this afternoon, and the lord will also have his rations taken from us this afternoon!"
"Yes, Lord Sid told us! He's already written it down!"
"If you've just gotten back, you'd better go take a shower. You've been running around in the scorching sun for so long, you must smell terrible from all the sweat. The lord won't like you!"
"That's right, the stench is enough to offend the lord! Be careful, your favorability will decrease by 10 points!"
Once bitten, twice shy; the flamingo's exploits from last time have already spread throughout the entire territory.
The adults standing behind burst into laughter.
"Okay, okay, we'll go take a shower right away!"
But those few casual words shocked the people who brought him.
"Do your children get paid for their jobs?"
"Your children can all work?"
"Hey, they just do odd jobs. Look at the green plants and vines at the gate of the territory, and the green plants on the sidewalk and next to the house. They're all part of their job!"
"They only do odd jobs, but the lord still insists on giving them rations. Because they don't do much, they only have two ounces of rations a week, which is three hours a day plus half a day of reading!"
"What do you mean working 3 hours a day, which is 18 hours a week, six days a week, and two ounces of food?"
The people behind looked at the children with complicated expressions.
"Do you even know that I only get one or two mouthfuls of food after working eighteen hours?"
This is outrageous! Absolutely outrageous! This little kid is earning more than them at work! Is this even fair? I'm asking you, is this even fair?
They walked in with a heavy heart and found that the neat sidewalks and driveways were well-planned, as if they had entered a real territory.
It's like before civilization collapsed.
"These cleaning tasks were also done by these little brats, and they did a passable job."
"Oh, by the way, these wind chimes were made by children under five years old. They usually pay for these little things they make by the piece, about 10 grams of rice per piece."
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