"I'll go ask Doctor Zhou." Cao'er wiped her hands with a disinfectant tissue. This was a habit she developed at the Luoyang base. Although she didn't understand much, she finally remembered that diseases come from the mouth. If she didn't wipe her hands clean and put dirty things into her mouth and rubbed them into her eyes, she would get sick.
Cao'er whispered, "I heard from Doctor Zhou that if a person is bitten by a dog, the dog will get sick and the person will get it too! It's called rabies. Even though he has been vaccinated, if he waits more than a day after being bitten by a dog, the vaccine won't be effective and he may still get it."
"The way he roared at me just now was just like a rabid dog!" Cao'er was still frightened.
Not only did he have red hair, but he also yelled at her so fiercely. Cao'er believed that he must have the bloodline of a monster.
"Be careful." Cao'er reminded Feng Ling worriedly before leaving. "Although he looks boring, he is still a man. He could also be a monster. Don't underestimate him."
Feng Ling nodded at her and said very obediently, "Okay."
Cao Er patted the back of her hand and said, "Then I'll go find Doctor Zhou first."
Watching Cao'er leave, Feng Ling put on a mask - the scar on her face was too hideous, so she preferred to wear a mask when dealing with people she met for the first time to avoid scaring others.
She took the translator in her hand, opened the door of the "ward" and walked in.
The red-haired man had already pulled out the pillow. He curled up at the foot of the wall, a small amount of blood seeping out of the needle hole that was roughly pulled out. He looked at Feng Ling who came in in panic. He had no weapons, so he could only wave his arms continuously and make an expulsion gesture.
"Hello?" Feng Ling asked in English.
Her English was not good. After all, the school had stopped teaching it a long time ago. She could only learn by watching videos. The base could not provide stable power supply. After three or four years of self-study, she barely finished the junior high school curriculum.
And she doesn't know how well she is learning.
Kane was stunned. He thought he had heard wrongly. He stood there in a daze for a long time before he replied cautiously: "You...you are not a devil?"
From the moment Cao'er came in, he was in extreme fear. He had only heard of people with black hair and black eyes in legends.
Even if there were people with black hair, he wouldn't look like this, with eyes like this, completely different from theirs.
You can tell at first glance that they are not the same kind of people.
Although Feng Ling's English had a strong accent, Kane could still hear what she was saying, and he was pretty close to what she was saying after half a guess.
"Don't worry, we are here to save you." Feng Ling squatted in front of Kane, but did not approach him rashly. She spoke softly and stuttered, "No one will make you crawl like a dog, no one will let a dog bite you, and no one will deny you food."
Feng Ling stretched out her hand and looked into Kane's eyes.
Maybe it was because Feng Ling’s eyes were too gentle and too firm, Kane didn’t yell at her or wave his arms again, but curled himself into a smaller ball.
Feng Ling's nose and eyes felt sore. She turned her head away, restrained her emotions, and then used the same excuse as Cao'er and the others: "This is the residence of the gods. The gods saved you."
Sure enough, as soon as these words came out, Kane immediately looked up, his eyes shining brightly: "Is it the Moon God?!"
Kane said excitedly: "That's right! The Moon Goddess should have black hair and eyes!"
——In fact, he used to think that the Moon Goddess should have silver hair, but that doesn’t matter anymore, black seems to be related to the night.
Kane murmured: "I knew... I knew... God would not abandon me..."
"The Moon God will not abandon his most loyal believers."
Feng Ling turned her head and wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes.
She finally understood why Cao'er and the others thought Ye Zhou was a god.
Because they have suffered so much, if the other party is not a god, why should he save them?
They have seen too much evil in people and can only hope in God’s goodness.
Only God can make them believe without any doubt.
Feng Ling asked softly: "Do you want to eat something? There is bread..."
Before she even mentioned the oatmeal, Kane was looking at her with shining eyes and shouting excitedly, "Bread! Bread!"
He became a hunchback just for a mouthful of black bread.
Although he didn't get it in the end.
Feng Ling pursed her lips: "I'll get it for you."
Feng Ling not only brought Kane some heated milk bread, but also a cup of goat's milk diluted with water. She held the plate and did not urge Kane to sit on the bed. Instead, she put the plate on the ground and let Kane grab it with his hands.
Kane picked up the bread that had become warm - he looked at the snow-white bread and looked at Feng Ling in confusion.
Although he used to be the young master of the manor owner, the bread he ate at home was not so good.
It is not so soft, but snow-white with a strong milky aroma.
Feng Ling smiled and said, "This kind of bread is also made of wheat flour, with sugar, butter, and milk. But I was afraid you would get an upset stomach, so I only gave you two slices. The goat milk is also diluted. You haven't eaten anything these days, so don't eat too much at once."
Kane couldn't wait to stuff the bread into his mouth before he finished listening.
The moment it entered his mouth, he felt the bread seemed to melt on the tip of his tongue, and the rich aroma filled his mouth. He swallowed it without even chewing it, and he took the second bite with both satisfaction and pain.
After finishing the last bite of bread, Kane licked the bread crumbs on his fingertips.
He drank the diluted goat's milk in one gulp, but it did not fill him up.
He was still hungry, so hungry that he would eat anything given to him.
Kane looked at Feng Ling cautiously: "Are you the maid of the Moon Goddess?"
Feng Ling said vaguely: "About that."
She didn't know whether to laugh or cry. No god would let someone like her with a scar on her face be a maid, right? That god was too picky.
"Will the Moon God summon me?" Kane no longer thought this place was weird - how could a place where gods lived not be weird? How could he look at gods the same way he looked at humans?
Feng Ling continued vaguely: "Maybe in the future. The most important thing for you now is to take good care of your body. There is still hope that your back can be straightened."
After all, it is not congenital and there is no bulge on the back. Zhou Yuanhe said before that if you endure the pain and wear braces, the correction will not take much time. It is more of a psychological factor than a physical one.
It’s not that he really can’t straighten his back, but he has been bent for too long and is afraid to straighten it.
The beating made him feel pain, but it was not an unbearable pain.
Kane opened his lips slightly: "Really?"
Although Feng Ling was wearing a mask, her slightly curved eyes still allowed Kane to see her good intentions: "Of course, but it will hurt."
Kane said excitedly: "I can bear it! I can endure it no matter how painful it is!"
He hoped that when the Moon God summoned him, he would not be a hunchback or a slave, but a complete person.
·
"His name is Kane." Feng Ling was in the lounge. She sat opposite Ye Zhou and looked down at the water cup in her hand nervously. The cup was filled with warm orange juice that Cao'er's mother had specially poured for her.
Feng Ling told Kane's name and origin.
Finally, he added: "He doesn't know what crime his family has committed."
There are too many sins in this era that can turn people into slaves.
Ye Zhou frowned: "Is this still a slave society?"
Ye Zhou was desperate inside. He didn't like the slave society, although he also didn't like the feudal society. The latter was still better than the former - after all, the feudal society still paid attention to people's livelihood and knew that the common people were the subjects.
Even if it's just for face, you have to do it.
No matter how many corrupt officials there are, they must appear to be honest on the surface.
But in a slave society, no one cares about face.
People are private property.
Property and the common people are two completely different things.
Ye Zhou rubbed his temples with a headache: "Then how can I do business?"
The slaves had no money, but he didn't want to do business with the slave owners, and didn't want to indirectly exploit these slaves who had lost all their dignity.
Feng Ling suddenly said, "Don't Cao'er and the others think you are a god?"
"As long as you perform a miracle, those people will take the initiative to give you money."
"You can use the money to rescue those slaves, buy a piece of land, and let them build a city or a manor."
"You made money, saved people, and didn't exploit them."
Feng Ling still didn't dare to look at Ye Zhou when she spoke. She knew that she was young and her words had no weight, so her tone was very light, as if if Ye Zhou showed a little dissatisfaction, she would immediately shut up and would not fight for it anymore.
But Ye Zhou felt that what she said made sense!
Ye Zhou couldn't accept pretending to be a ghost and deceiving the common people.
But if the slave owner pretends to be a ghost and tricks the slave into crawling like a dog, he can accept it without any psychological pressure.
"Okay." Ye Zhou was very decisive. He smiled at Feng Ling and said, "How have you been feeling these days? Are you still feeling unwell?"
Feng Ling was stunned. Strangely enough, she didn't actually believe what her companions said, that working in a supermarket would improve her health - if that was true, then that would be super-time and space technology.
But since she performed the "plane jump", her body has indeed improved visibly.
She wouldn't feel bloated after eating a little, nor would her eyes go dark after forgetting to eat candy. Even if she squatted on the ground, she wouldn't feel dizzy when she stood up. Especially her heart, it never felt uncomfortable.
Ye Zhou: "The probation period is one month. If you want to stay here after one month, we can sign a formal contract. The starting period of the formal contract is two years. During this period, I cannot fire you at will, but if you want to resign, you must submit your resignation one month in advance."
"But if you have an emergency, these rules can be adjusted."
Ye Zhou was very easy to talk to in this regard, probably because none of the employees in the supermarket gave him any trouble.
The people of the Daliang Dynasty are managed by Cao'er Niang, and the employees hired by the system are not troublesome.
Feng Ling nodded to Ye Zhou. She looked around and made sure that she and Ye Zhou were the only two people in the lounge asking questions. Then she finally asked, "Boss, are you really a god? Or an alien?"
Ye Zhou thought about it and felt that he was not in the same dimension as them. It seemed that he could be equated with aliens?
So he put his thumb to his chin and said, "Alien?"
Feng Ling: “…”
Why are you so unsure?
Ye Zhou smiled and said, "I don't think these are important. We look the same and speak the same language. Even if we are not from the same world, there is no difference between humans and monsters."
"That guy named Kane, he is not wary of you now, so you should pay more attention to him when you have time. He doesn't seem to want to come into contact with men."
Zhou Yuanhe also entered the "ward", and when Kane saw the man, he immediately started screaming.
Even Zhou Yuanhe, the doctor, couldn't stand being called like that, so he had no choice but to let Feng Ling contact Kane.
Feng Ling nodded: "I will, boss."
Kane is particularly dependent on Feng Ling. He doesn't seem to treat her as an equal of the opposite sex, but as an elder, like a sister and a mother. He will share his food with Feng Ling.
Except for the first time, every time he got the bread, he only ate half of it and pushed the other half to Feng Ling, holding back his saliva.
Feng Ling thought she had a hard enough heart, otherwise how could she survive in the Public Service Center? But in Kane's eyes, her heart softened.
She looked at him as if she was looking at a bird with a broken spine. It was clearly riddled with holes, but it still had a strong yearning for freedom and attachment to family.
Did Kane do something wrong?
He seemed to have done nothing wrong, he was just born, grew up, and was implicated.
Even if he was really a heinous sinner, he should know his crime, have the opportunity to defend himself, and even die to atone for his sins instead of becoming a slave.
Feng Ling: "We can eat meat today."
She walked into the "sick room" with a sandwich on her tray.
It is filled with pure meat ham and bacon, as well as eggs, lettuce and tomatoes. It not only looks good but also has a sweet smell.
Kane didn't eat it. He smelled the fragrance and pushed the plate that Feng Ling had put on the ground towards her. He whispered, "You eat, I'll help you watch it so they don't find out."
Feng Ling smiled and said, "I have meat, too. I have meat every day. This is specially prepared for you."
"If you eat more, your body will get better and your back will be straightened. Then you can be summoned by the Moon Goddess and work with me in the future."
Kane was pleasantly surprised and asked, "Can I also do something for the Moon Goddess?"
Then he became panic-stricken and waved his hands repeatedly: "I have been a slave, no, I am not worthy!"
He looked at Feng Ling tremblingly: "No, no, it's blasphemous for someone like me to appear in front of the Moon God."
Feng Ling: “…”
So do you believe in God or not?
Feng Ling: "In the eyes of God, everyone is the same. You are not lowly because you were once a slave, and those people outside are not noble because they are nobles or kings. You all have the same limbs and facial features, and God will not see any difference between you."
Such words really comforted Kane.
Feng Ling sighed in her heart.
As long as Ye Zhou is portrayed as a god, Kane will accept everything and listen to anything.
Because God's existence is beyond common sense, and in his common sense, as long as he is a human being, he will be bullied, exploited, and abused.
So he doesn't trust people, or to be more precise, he doesn't trust men.
During all the years he suffered, it was men who whipped him, bullied him, and informed on him.
After leaving the "ward", Feng Ling took the dinner plates and water cups to the sink to wash them. Cao'er's mother and the others saw that the sun was shining brightly today, and happened to be drying quilts at the back door of the supermarket. The sun made the quilts warm, and after a day of drying them, it felt like the smell of sunshine when they were covered on the body.
"That room is great!" Cao'er's mother said happily, "We can put two beds there, and we can sleep separately!"
"Cao'er doesn't sleep well. He kicks me many times."
Cao'er quickly whispered, "Not many times, just two times."
Cao'er's mother didn't look angry. She smiled and said, "What's the matter? Isn't kicking your own mother twice enough?"
Cao'er murmured quietly: "Didn't you punch me too?"
"Are you and your daughter having a full-scale fight?" The employees who were running nearby and practicing firing crossbows said with a smile.
Cao'er's mother: "I almost forgot. I'll go get my crossbow and practice."
Cao'er whispered even more: "...That's mine."
But no one heard it.
Oh, how scared she was when she first got the automatic crossbow, but now not only is she not afraid, but because her mother always snatches it from her, she feels that the crossbow has become precious, and she also wants to practice well with it.
"He is a slave?" Cao'er was shocked when chatting with Feng Ling.
Others gathered around.
"Only the Tartars outside the Great Wall have slaves, right? We in the Liang Dynasty don't have any."
"I heard that the status of a slave's child follows that of the mother! The child of a female slave is still a slave, even if the father is a noble."
"Then these nobles are really not good enough. They can watch their own flesh and blood become slaves."
"Yeah, he doesn't like slaves, but he even wants to sleep with the female slaves, ugh!"
The women were filled with righteous indignation. Feng Ling looked at their expressions and thought that this group of people were very cute. She smiled and said, "The slave society lasted for a long time."
Feng Ling had read history books and knew that in modern history, before liberation, there were still some places that had slavery.
National cultures are different.
"Then he is really pitiful."
"Or let Aunt Li cook him a bowl of braised pork and deduct it from my points."
"Don't you always buy snacks? And you get points?"
"You still get points for a bowl of braised pork."
The men were also curious: "I heard that the red-haired monster is afraid of men?"
"This monster is really strange. He looks like a man."
Feng Ling: "When he was a slave, the overseers who enslaved and beat him were all men."
The men sighed and said, "Wasn't it the same when we served in the army before? There was no salary. Although food was provided, how could two mixed flour buns a day be enough? There was no oil or water at all. If the supervisor felt that we were not working hard enough, he would beat us up."
“There are many people who can’t make it.”
"Especially the elderly, who were reluctant to release the young and served themselves. I don't know how many of them died."
"We were all born and raised by our parents, and those supervisors didn't treat us as the same as them."
The more the men talked, the more they felt that supervisors everywhere were the same and they didn't treat people as human beings.
"Fortunately, we come from the same place so we can stick together!"
"Exactly! Only by sticking together can we avoid being bullied. We can always get some steamed buns, won't starve to death, and can hold on."
"Don't these slaves stick together?"
Feng Ling shook her head: "They don't know how to stick together."
Either they have become numb or they have lost all courage to resist, and they only dare to add fuel to the fire and bully the weaker ones.
Perhaps they had once banded together, but were met with cruel and ruthless suppression.
How can we resist without anyone to guide us, without weapons, without sufficient food and strength, and without the determination of all people?
Resistance is not something that can be achieved by simply standing up and raising your fists.
"Do you really think the boss is a god?" Feng Ling asked Cao'er while others were chatting.
She felt that Cao'er was a rare smart person.
Cao'er nodded and said without any hesitation: "Of course, don't you believe it? Why don't you believe it? The immortal showed such a miracle, why don't you believe it?"
"The immortal is so kind and generous, but you are so stingy with your respect?"
Cao'er raised her chin with some pride.
She speaks of kindness, generosity and stinginess! She is also cultured!
Feng Ling: "No, I'm just curious. Don't you think he looks like a human and is a human?"
Cao Er curled her lips and said, "Immortals are not like mortals. How can mortals be like this? Take the emperor for example. Isn't he a true dragon emperor? But when it comes to collecting taxes, he has never been soft-hearted. Tell me, he is a dragon, why doesn't he take care of those soldiers and officials?"
"The Emperor never saved us. He didn't care about us, but the immortals did."
Feng Ling understood what Cao'er meant - Cao'er believed that Ye Zhou had done something that even the emperor had not done, so he was nobler than the emperor. The only people nobler than the emperor were the gods.
The logic is very self-consistent.
Feng Ling couldn't find a starting point, nor did she want to find one.
She had already begun to agree with what Cao'er and the others said.
If believing in people is so painful, then believe in God.
At least there's always hope.
Feng Ling smiled at Cao'er and said, "Thank you."
Cao'er blinked: "Why are you thanking me? Do you think what I said makes sense?"
Feng Ling: "Yes, what you said makes sense."
·
Ye Zhou was using a drone to survey the surrounding environment and finally saw a figure on the cliff after two hours.
Zou Ming and Chen Shu sat on both sides of Ye Zhou, while Sarah squatted on the ground, watching the TV screen together.
"Looks like an overseer?"
They used the best drones produced by the system, which could maintain a long distance and zoom in without being noticed.
Ye Zhou watched as several skinny, upper-body naked people lay on the ground like dogs with their heads buried in the ground, as if they were eating something. Beside them stood several muscular men, who were pointing at them and laughing with their arms folded.
Ye Zhou's face darkened.
Zou Ming and Sarah both looked at Ye Zhou.
Sarah: "Want me to go up and kill them all?"
Ye Zhou wanted to say yes, but he held back. He said coldly, "It's easy to kill them, but what should we do with these slaves after killing them? Feng Ling's idea is better."
"The slave owners should be made to pay back what they owe, as well as the overseers who treated them like dogs."
Ye Zhou looked at the "person" in the picture.
The "man" was kneeling, but the dog was standing.
Perhaps only here can you find such scenery.
Ye Zhou had a cold expression, without any emotion in his eyes.
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