Zhou Yuanhe, who had just recovered from a serious illness, had not yet fully rested, but he had no choice. Looking at so many dying blood slaves, he could only muster up his strength to give them infusions and water. The sanitary conditions in the castle were very worrying, and Ye Zhou could only let the employees set up tents on the street next to the castle.
But even if all the employees were mobilized, everyone including Ye Zhou was busy all the time, and only 32 of the 126 blood slaves died on the day they were rescued.
Those blood slaves who died could only be sent outside the city to be burned and buried.
These blood slaves had stayed underground for too long, and there were rat bite marks on their bodies. In order to prevent the plague, they had to be burned.
As the black smoke from the cremation rose, another wave of townspeople prepared to flee.
But this time Ye Zhou sent someone to stop them. In the chaos, Cao'er opened fire, injuring three people and killing six.
This did scare the townspeople, however, and they stopped trying to escape.
They could only scatter around the town and find places to hide.
Chen Shu didn't quite understand. When Ye Zhou was looking for a place to "place" the supermarket, she couldn't help asking, "Why don't you let them go? Too many people in the town will be very troublesome, and even if they escape, no one will take them in. They can't find a place to stay. Without us doing anything, they will be on the road."
Chen Shu had no sympathy for the townspeople at all. They might have various reasons, some were forced, some were enslaved, and some just wanted to survive.
But for her, this is not an excuse for them to be accomplices.
Such people are not worth shedding a single tear for even if they die.
After Ye Zhou chose a place, he took the supermarket out of his backpack. He could hear the malice towards the townspeople in Chen Shu's tone. He only said, "If they don't have a place to stay, won't they just rob?"
Chen Shu was stunned.
Ye Zhou pressed the switch and put the supermarket on the ground. He stepped back and said, "Compared to them, those farmers are all weak and fragile."
Many people believe that farming is better for the body than living a life of luxury, but that is based on the premise that those who do farm work can have enough food and clothing.
Ye Zhou had seen the farmers here, and they were almost all as thin as bones.
What's more, even if the farmers here are strong and can win the fight, there are so many townspeople, and ants can kill elephants, so the farmers are not considered elephants.
By then, these townspeople, even if they were not bandits, would be almost like bandits.
Ye Zhou did not want to shift the blame elsewhere. Not only did he fail to save all the blood slaves, but he also had to bring the disaster to the surrounding farmers.
Chen Shu quickly understood, and she exclaimed: "Boss, no wonder you are the boss."
The supermarket is gradually getting bigger and will soon return to its original size. Ye Zhou: "But how to arrange them is indeed a problem."
If they killed people directly or attacked the employees, Ye Zhou would be able to let Zou Ming and the others open fire without any burden.
But they didn't actually kill anyone. Even in modern times, they are at most accomplices. In addition, their lives and property are in the hands of vampires, so they may even become accomplices.
Chen Shu was filled with indignation: "People like them are more hateful. They are not good people, but they don't seem to be completely bad. If you kill them, you will become a murderer. But if you don't do anything to them, they will dare to do it again next time."
"There is no prison here, so we can't let them do hard labor while they are being rehabilitated."
Chen Shu rolled his eyes: "Even if there is a prison, prison might be a good place for them, with two meals a day."
Ye Zhou sighed softly: "Let's wait for those blood slaves to recover and let them decide how to treat these townspeople."
The "blood slaves" are the real victims.
Among the blood slaves who survived, there were only three children, two dwarves and one goblin.
Perhaps due to racial reasons, these two races are stronger and less susceptible to illness than humans and elves.
So even though they are short and weak, they are still the largest race in the slave market.
The rest were all middle-aged people. None of the elderly survived, and most of them did not survive until Ye Zhou found them.
The surviving blood slaves haven't woken up yet, so we can only wait until they wake up, regain their spirits, and regain their sanity before we can deal with the townspeople.
During this period, employees have to take on the role of patrolling and prevent townspeople from climbing over the wall.
"Thank you for your hard work again." Ye Zhou stepped onto the steps of the supermarket, and turned to Chen Shu who was standing at the bottom of the steps.
Chen Shu raised her head slightly, the sunlight shining on Ye Zhou made her squint her eyes. She smiled at Ye Zhou, revealing her big white teeth: "This is our job. There is no such thing as hard work, unless you ask us to work overtime."
“But if there is overtime pay, it’s not hard.”
Ye Zhou also laughed: "You definitely won't earn as much working here as you would anywhere else."
This was the truth, but Chen Shu didn't care. She shrugged and said, "I was quite rich in my original plane. After all, I had no place to spend money in the military camp. My monthly salary was kept in the account. I didn't even know how much money I had."
Ye Zhou teased: "I didn't realize you were a rich woman."
Chen Shu raised his eyebrows proudly: "That's right, maybe when I retire I can still keep a pretty boy and have him flatter me every day."
"Immortal! The weather is too hot, let's have cold noodles for lunch." Aunt Li trotted over.
On the morning of the second day after rescuing the blood slave, Ye Zhou and Zou Ming returned to the supermarket. After shrinking the supermarket and employee dormitory, they brought all the employees to the town.
The employees accepted the situation well; they were used to running around, and since they had enough food and clothing and their safety was guaranteed, they did not consider it a hardship; instead, they found it somewhat interesting.
Ye Zhou also felt hot. He had a thin layer of sweat on his body and beads of sweat on his forehead. He nodded to Aunt Li and said, "Everyone has a poor appetite. Let's put more vinegar in the cold noodles. Do you have any pickled sweet and sour garlic?"
Aunt Li smiled and said, "Yes, yes, yes, I've been soaking it all the time! I have pickled vegetables too!"
Ye Zhou: "That's good."
As other townspeople had fled, the employees ate in batches. Ye Zhou did not eat with them. He had no appetite, so he specifically said hello to Li Gu and decided to eat after one o'clock.
The employees' food was also good. Although it was cold noodles, it was mixed with shredded chicken. Aunt Li was now willing to add oil and seasonings. She would also put some sugar in the cold noodles, and pair it with sweet and sour garlic. It was a very good enjoyment in the hot weather.
While they were eating, Ye Zhou walked into the tent to visit the "blood slave".
Zhou Yuanhe was already exhausted. Even with the help of employees, as the only doctor, he still had to bear most of the work.
The disease that had apparently been cured seemed to be recurring.
Ye Zhou felt guilty when he saw his miserable appearance.
He felt that as a "capitalist", he seemed to have exploited Zhou Yuanhe too harshly.
"You take a rest and go to eat later. Tell me what to pay attention to and I'll watch them." Ye Zhou handed a bottle of energy drink to Zhou Yuanhe who was sitting next to the tent.
Zhou Yuanhe was more than happy to do so. After explaining the precautions, he immediately ran away. Probably because he was afraid that Ye Zhou would call him back again, he dragged his sick body and ran like a 100-meter sprint.
"Don't listen to him." Zou Ming walked into the tent and said with a frown, "He was the most idle when nothing happened before."
"He said he would come in with me, but in the end, nothing was accomplished."
Zou Ming believes that Zhou Yuanhe has made laziness and stealing a habit, and is particularly good at playing the victim.
Ye Zhou checked the infusion tube and made sure that there was no blood backflow. He then looked at the urine bag and found that it was not full yet. So he turned around and took Zou Ming to another tent.
"He's not busy very often, but he's really tired when he's busy." Ye Zhou patted Zou Ming's shoulder when he turned around. He thought about it, then suddenly asked with a smile, "Are you jealous?"
Zou Ming's ears instantly turned red, but his face showed no emotion at all, and he remained calm: "What are you jealous of? Whose jealousy?"
Ye Zhou laughed twice: "Don't worry, you are still more important than Zhou Yuanhe."
After saying that, Ye Zhou made a hushing gesture: "Keep it a secret, don't tell anyone else."
Zou Ming pursed his lips into a straight line and nodded stiffly.
They have a lot of things to do and no time for small talk.
Ye Zhou: "Let's go and see the others."
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It was already midnight when the goblin woke up. There was a small table lamp in the tent, which was turned to a dim light. But even with this light, the goblin couldn't help but close his eyes the moment he saw the light.
It took him a while to adjust before he finally opened his eyes.
Where is this?
Is he dead?
Is this heaven?
The goblin's thoughts were complicated, with all sorts of random ideas popping up in his mind, and in the end all of them returned to nothingness. He lay flat on the bed, feeling that what was left was very soft, as if he had only felt such softness when he was a baby and was held in his mother's arms.
He could no longer remember what happened after he came to this town. He didn't remember how he entered the town, nor did he remember who "took him in".
He only remembered that in the almost dark cage, he could only rely on a little moldy food to fill his stomach every day.
Every time he ate, even if the food was rotten to the point of being disgusting, he would still keep stuffing it into his mouth and force himself to swallow it.
He wants to live!
Otherwise he would not have become a fugitive slave. He had no lofty ideals. The reason he wanted to be a free man was simply that only by becoming a free man could he avoid being beaten and killed at will by slave owners and civilian nobles, and he could survive.
No matter what kind of torture he suffered, no matter how many people he heard wailing and how many people he saw giving up, he insisted on eating and sleeping every day.
Staying alive is his only belief. This belief supports him and allows him to get up again countless times when he wanted to give up.
The goblin didn't move. He felt fine now. There was no sticky feeling on his body and he could lie on the soft bed.
He should be dead, right?
Because he did not do anything bad in his short life, he came to heaven.
The goblin closed his eyes.
Since he is already dead, let him have a good sleep. He hasn't had a good sleep for a long, long time.
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