Even if Qin Yiyi put electronic handcuffs on the three hundred prisoners of war and slaves, she would never allow them to form a team.
The risks are too great; slaves must be interleaved to ensure mutual supervision.
The slave owner waved his hand, signaling the others to inspect the slaves. Once there were no problems, the handover began. The slaves were required to wear slave wristbands, meaning that while anyone's name could be left blank on the electronic handbands, Qin Yiyi's name and photo had to be entered.
The technology in the wasteland world has regressed by many years. Many things either have to be retrieved from the Misty City or are still manually developed. But even under such circumstances, they have spent a lot of effort to develop the slave bracelet, which is very useful and no slave has been able to escape to this day.
What does this mean? It means that while the empire is capable of developing technology, it devotes more energy and resources to other technologies that are beneficial to the stability of the empire.
This is reality.
Qin Yiyi turned her head and said to Sid, "When the slaves come out later, take them back to the territory to register and assign them jobs. I still need to buy at least five hundred tents. It's almost winter now, and tents have already dropped in price."
Of course, it wasn't just because of the price reduction, but also because the three hundred slaves they were about to take back had nowhere to sleep.
"Leave out the open spaces for morning runs and daily gatherings; there's more than enough space for 300 people to set up tents."
She recently had new houses built and old houses renovated. There is more than enough room to add a few hundred more houses now. Previously, the territory was indeed in a state of disrepair, and the old houses were dangerous buildings, even her lord's mansion was almost dilapidated.
However, after the restoration and additions, and with the young children making decorations, it's finally acceptable.
Houses in the wasteland are not tall. Currently, the tallest buildings in the territory are either three-story lord's mansions or two-story buildings. In short, slaves can never build houses taller than lord's mansions!
Their respect and love for their lord is spontaneous; they think of their lord first in everything they do, and they absolutely disagree with anything that might harm their lord in the slightest!
The lord's mansion within the territory must be the tallest building, but two stories on flat ground is sufficient. Otherwise, the weight of the thick snow in winter would be very high. While this wouldn't be a major problem if it could be cleared, the arrival of summer sandstorms would be a big issue, not to mention the frequent earthquakes. In short, all sorts of things would keep happening.
But we've gotten used to it!
Qin Yiyi was pondering the problem and preparing to give instructions to Xide when a chaotic sound came from the front, as if people were arguing!
Are people arguing?
Qin Yiyi loves watching people bicker and argue, and she also enjoys listening to gossip. She hurriedly prepared to step forward, but unfortunately, she didn't have any melon seeds, otherwise she would have been fully immersed in listening to people argue.
But upon closer inspection, it turned out that the slaves and the overseers were arguing. And upon closer inspection, wasn't this the same slave who was holding a child and wanted to work? There were also dozens of prisoners of war behind them who were about to attack, and this woman was stopping them!
"Why can't we take our things with us?!"
"What can slaves own? From the moment you entered the slave market, everything you own belonged to the slave market! You are all people of the slave market, and you still want to keep what you have?"
"impossible!"
The two sides are deadlocked.
Qin Yiyi never expected that the gossips would start gossiping about her during their argument!
She just bought a slave, how did she end up arguing with someone?
She walked over and saw the woman. The woman immediately lowered her head, terrified that Qin Yiyi would abandon her. But her belongings were her only possessions. They had agreed that slaves would look down on these things, so why were they taking them away now?
Her needlework, as well as some small items that the prisoners of war and slaves carried with them, were all given to her by her relatives when she went to the battlefield. Now they were separated by distance, and as slaves there was no hope of ever being freed. They could never see their relatives again. These were just memories.
"What's going on? They're all my slaves! Put down your stun guns and guns! If you hurt my slaves, can you take responsibility for that?"
With one hand on her hip and the other holding a bone fan, Qin Yiyi slapped down the stun guns one by one.
"Get this straight, one slave costs five gold coins. I've already paid. This is my man. What do you mean by this? What compensation are you going to offer if you injure him?"
The overseers in the slave cages were used to being domineering and tyrannical. They saw Qin Yiyi dressed in rich clothes, but they were not afraid. There were plenty of people dressed in rich clothes, and they had people behind the slave market!
"This is your slave? Then you'd better keep a close eye on your slave. The person can leave, but everything else must stay behind!"
"What a boastful tone!" Qin Yiyi's rebellious streak immediately kicked in.
"Are you speaking to me as a slave owner from your slave market? Who do you think you are?"
The overseer must have been the highest-ranking person in the slave cell. He held his head high, his back straight, and had a large belly; the wasteland world had somehow given him a body full of fat.
"Who am I! I am the highest-ranking overseer in this cage!"
"Yo~ the~ highest~ supervisor~"
"This is really something~ I'm so scared~" Qin Yiyi's taunting skills were at their peak, and the supervisor was furious and ready to take action.
A stun gun was about to attack Qin Yiyi.
Sid flashed past behind Qin Yiyi and blocked her way, kicking the overseer who was instantly sent flying fifty meters away.
"This woman dares to mock us! Everyone, let's go!"
Eight or nine overseers surrounded him, clearly a small group. Sid snorted and reverted to his original form. He was a descendant of the giant eagle, but he had experienced a genetic atavism. His ancestor was the Argentinian giant eagle. He had now reverted to his beast form, standing about 2 meters tall, 8 meters long, and with a wingspan of over 7 meters. He was incredibly fierce and could blot out the sky. The mere seven overseers were no match for him.
He was holding the overseer who had transformed into a beast-like form, several rodents, guinea pigs, groundhogs, and the highest-ranking overseer was just an ordinary eagle.
Sid's status as the overlord of the skies was only comparable to Qin Yiyi's sister's juvenile gyrfalcon, which had repeatedly beaten him. The others were no match for him.
Of course, the giant sea monster below, still pondering what to eat for dinner, doesn't count.
Sid let out a long roar; it was time to show his true strength!
He bent down and tossed the overseers up in a series of hurls, without hurting them; it was purely for fun.
Upon hearing the news, slave owners from the slave market rushed over.
Qin Yiyi turned to look at her three hundred slaves.
"Why aren't you getting your things? What are you standing here for?"
All the slaves were stunned by this reversal. They thought their new slave owner was going to whip them and that they wouldn't get their things back. But in the blink of an eye, the slave owner's guards were actually carrying the overseers around and playing with them.
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