The warehouse was full of sleeping slaves. They did not mind the heat and just huddled together, unwilling to leave the warehouse to sleep under the cool night sky. Many of them fell asleep with a half-eaten piece of black bread in their arms.
Some people even lost their teeth because the bread was too hard. The fallen teeth were stepped on by countless people and fell into the corners of the wall covered with dust.
Ira curled up in the corner with a piece of bread in his mouth, and he did not forget to chew it even in his sleep.
His body would twitch occasionally, and the corners of his mouth would sometimes rise and sometimes droop, making it difficult to tell whether he was crying or laughing.
Everyone slept soundly, and they were not worried about the punishment they would face if they were discovered by the lord.
They don’t think about what happens after they fill their stomachs—the threat of death is not as great as that of hunger.
Ira had a rare sweet dream. He seldom dreamed. He had heard other slaves say that slaves did not have dreams.
Only those who are favored by God can have dreams.
But Ira clearly remembered that he often had dreams when he was a child. At that time, he slept in his mother's arms, and the tip of his nose was filled with the scent of his mother, which was warm and reassuring. 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 owned their own cabin. He would work with his mother, repairing the house and planting flowers and grass.
Later... his mother died, and he never had the dream again.
He was always working and could fall asleep as soon as he closed his eyes. From then on, dreams were far away from him, and all his beautiful imaginations of the future disappeared.
All that was left were a few crumbs for him to chew slowly every late night.
But that night, he dreamed of his mother again.
He turned back into the child who could only fall asleep in his mother's arms. He sat on the bed and played alone, waiting for his mother to come back.
There was continuous drizzling outside the window, and the wind blowing through the cracks was extremely cold. Little Ira wrapped herself in the quilt like a cocoon, leaving only her head exposed, waiting for her mother to come back.
The mother and son lived in a small wooden house behind the stable. The house could only fit a bed and a table, but for slaves, this was already very good treatment.
Many slaves did not even have a roof over their heads, and many died of disease every winter or rainy season.
If a slave died at the hands of a slave or steward, the lord would feel that his property had been violated.
But if a slave died of illness, the lord would only think that he was unlucky and would never show mercy to him by giving him a piece of clothing or a house.
Little Yila feels that he is very happy. He has a mother, a "home", and food to fill his stomach. There will be no one happier than him in the world.
However, just as he was dozing off while waiting, the wooden door was opened from the outside, and the rain outside suddenly became heavier without anyone noticing.
Two tall stewards, who had been relatively gentle to him and his mother before, roughly threw his mother into the wooden house and onto the cold ground.
Ira didn't know what had happened to her mother at that time.
Her clothes were wet from the rain, dirty water was flowing from her hair, her hands and feet had red marks from being strangled, her face was covered in mud and scars, blood and mud were mixed together, the back of her clothes were torn for some unknown reason, and blood was flowing from under her skirt.
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 at the party.
A slave girl, even if she gave birth to a child for him, even if she worked hard and was as obedient as a puppet, still could not escape such a fate.
But he didn't even dare to hate him - that was the great lord!
He was a great man who was blessed by God and granted land by the king.
He is the only god in this land.
His mother didn't say a single word to him that night. She just lay on the cold ground, her body gradually getting colder. Ira wanted to warm her with himself, so he snuggled into her arms and acted coquettishly towards her and talked to her like he had done in countless nights before.
However, at dawn the next day, he was caught out of the cabin and thrown into the boiler room.
He could only watch as his mother was thrown down the hillside by other slaves.
She didn't even have a grave.
Like a broken log, it rolled down the hillside so easily until he could no longer see it.
Ira wakes up.
He looked around blankly. A slave's legs were on his chest. After he moved the other's legs away, he felt something sticky on his face. Ira reached out and wiped his face.
When he put his hand down again, he realized that he was crying.
He had never shed tears in all these years, because he had no tears to shed. The person closest to him and the one he loved the most in this world was gone, and all the pain that followed seemed to be separated by a layer of gauze, which could only torment his body but could not touch any of his emotions.
"I had a dream last night." A slave who woke up took a bite of the bread in his hand and said excitedly to the person next to him, "I dreamed that I became a free man!"
"Why didn't I dream? And then, what happened after you became a free man in your dream?"
The slave said with longing: "I dreamed that I was planting a field. It was harvest time. There was golden wheat everywhere. It was heavy and when the wind blew, the wheat made sounds!"
His eyes were hazy as he spoke, and it seemed that the wonderful rustling sound rang in his ears again.
"Do you think the Moon Goddess really came last night?" An old female slave looked outside the barn. She didn't dare to go out, for she was afraid that she would be caught by the stewards, beaten, and eventually die under their sticks or fists.
"He must be coming!" someone shouted.
It seems that the louder the voices, the more confident they are.
"If the Moon Goddess hadn't come, we wouldn't have been able to get into the warehouse!"
After their stomachs were full, the slaves' minds quickly became more active.
"The stewards haven't come to see us yet, the Moon God must have told them!"
"The Moon Goddess is protecting us."
Smiles appeared on the slaves' faces.
Yes, the Moon Goddess protected them, protected these humble and lowly slaves.
"It would be great if Master Moon God could stay."
"Yes! Let's build a castle for Lord Moon."
"Not a castle, but a palace. A huge palace!"
"Once the palace is built we can stay with Lady Moon."
"I can raise horses for Master Moon."
"I can clean toilets for adults."
The slaves laughed: "God doesn't need a toilet."
"Yes, God doesn't need to eat or drink."
"Who said that? In mythology, the Moon Goddess' favorite food is the golden apple."
"...It seems so, but we don't have the golden apple, so Lady Moon Goddess probably won't be able to eat it."
The slaves were instantly moved.
"For us, the Moon Goddess even gave up his favorite golden apple!"
The slaves bowed their heads, wondering how they could have deserved to make God give up his favorite food.
They don’t think they are more important than the golden apple—that’s the golden apple!
·
After sleeping in the tent for a night, Ye Zhou felt uncomfortable all over. He always felt that there were bugs biting him in the middle of the night. Spraying floral water didn't help much and he had to get up to chase away the bugs after sleeping for a while.
Because they had to hurry on their journey, the tents they brought were not produced by the system, but tents sold by the supermarket. They were easy to store, light enough, and could sleep two people when opened.
But he didn't expect the quality to be so poor. It broke into two pieces shortly after it was put up.
Ye Zhou opened his collar and asked Zou Ming beside him: "Help me check if there are any red bumps."
Zou Ming glanced at it but didn't look deeply. He looked away and tilted his head slightly, his eyes dark: "It's a little red."
Ye Zhou said in despair: "I knew it, I must be allergic to some bug!"
"You can't sleep outside tonight."
After Ye Zhou was in despair, he still had to face reality. He sighed helplessly and said, "Forget it. I will apply the toilet water carefully before going to bed today."
The insects here are extremely poisonous, even more poisonous than those in the Daliang Dynasty.
Chen Shu, who was brushing his teeth next to him, wiped his mouth and came over to say, "If you have allergies, just sleep indoors. I think the cabins those managers live in are OK. Deworm and disinfect before sleeping. I don't think there will be any problems. Anyway, it's better than sleeping outside."
After saying that, she scratched her back as well: "I think I was bitten too."
Only Zou Ming, with his strong body and strong bones, failed to gain the favor of the insects.
Zou Ming also said: "You are prone to allergies. I will think of a solution later."
Ye Zhou smiled and said, "What do you want to do? I think we should give them some time to digest it."
Ye Zhou now has some experience in pretending to be a ghost. Even many other shamans probably don't have as much experience as him - after all, shamans only need to perform when customers come to their door, but he has been performing for more than half a year, remembering his character at all times and not daring to say anything that would destroy his character.
Whether the shaman dance is done well or not is only about money, but how well he does it is about his life.
"Boss, just leave it to him." Chen Shu advised, "Otherwise you have to figure out everything by yourself, what do you need us for? Will your salary go to waste?"
Ye Zhou was stunned and couldn't think of any reason to refute.
"I was thinking of waiting for the lord here to come over." Ye Zhou, "Yesterday's performance was mainly for the purpose of making a deal with that lord."
He could exchange the scraps of modern industry for precious things of this era - such as land.
Ye Zhou had already made plans. He could earn money for himself while striving for a better life for the slaves.
This time it was not out of consideration of profit, but because he already had the power to help those who were suffering.
He was no longer the new boss who had to worry about being killed by the natives at any time.
If you can help, why not? It's just a matter of extending a hand, but for the slaves, it's a lifelong matter.
If he could leave something good behind in this plane, he hoped that it would be positive and useful.
After thinking about it, Ye Zhou sighed: "I am such a good person."
Chen Shu: “…”
Chen Shu looked at Zou Ming and found that when Zou Ming heard this, he actually nodded seriously, with no sign of reluctance.
Ye Zhou looked towards the bottom of the mountain.
Just in that direction is the owner of this land, the owner of everyone here except them.
——It’s just one person.
·
"Why are you in such a hurry?" The butler Carl had a stern face. He wore cowhide boots and a roughly made brooch on his chest. He looked at the steward who had just got off the donkey with a stiff and indifferent look. His brows were always furrowed, forming two grooves that could not be smoothed out.
Normally, the stewards would avoid him when they saw him - although he did not have much power, he was very likely to be the next steward. The stewards did not like him because of the conflict of interest, but they did not want to offend him either.
They could bully Hill, but they didn't dare to use the same method to bully Carl.
Carl did not target them because of their attitude towards Hill. He thought it was a training for Hill.
As his nephew, he should get through this no matter what. Otherwise, when he comes to the lord in the future, how can he make the lord trust him?
"There is... there is a god..." The steward panted heavily. While panting, he couldn't wait to say, "The Moon God has descended to the world!"
Karl’s brows furrowed even deeper, and he looked at the steward as if he was looking at a fool. After two seconds of silence, he asked, “What are you talking about?”
He thought the other person was talking nonsense. Maybe he was crazy? Or stupid?
The steward, who finally caught his breath, immediately raised his head and said with a scorching gaze, "Last night, the Moon Goddess descended to the world!"
"He sent down divine light! And he also let those slaves rush into the warehouse!"
The steward wanted to say something, but he was tongue-tied. The witch doctor behind him stepped out and said to Carl, "The Moon God wants to save the slaves. He covets the power of those slaves to have enough food. Lord Moon God may come again today. You must let me see Lord Lord!"
No one here is an atheist.
But Karl was a liar, and he glanced coldly at the faces of all the managers in front of him.
But this time, he didn't see any nervousness of lying on their faces.
But he didn't dare to believe it. After all, a person may feel guilty when lying, but a group of people will not feel guilty most of the time when lying.
And in a group, if everyone repeats a lie over time, they will really think it is the truth.
Even if this lie was made up by them themselves.
"You'd better make sure what you say is true." Carl moved away. "Who will go with me to see the Lord?"
Just as the stewards were about to rush forward, the witch doctor had already walked up to Carl.
He said righteously: "I am a witch doctor. When I treat people, I have to deal with the Moon God. I understand Him better than anyone else."
After this was said, the managers could no longer fight for it.
After all, witch doctors are related to witches, which means they are also related to gods.
There is indeed no one here who is more qualified than him to talk to the Lord about this matter.
So the witch doctor walked into the stone house with his head held high, amidst a bunch of envious and jealous looks.
The reason why it is a stone house instead of a castle is because this house has nothing to do with a castle.
It has stood here for many years, and it costs a lot of money to repair it every year, but the lord would rather live in such a shabby house than build another one.
For the nobility, a house is not a place to live, but a symbol of status.
No matter how dilapidated the stone house is, as long as it is the lord's residence, the lord will live here until the end of time, unless the stone house collapses.
But the lord's residence is the lord's after all. This stone house is not as big as a castle, but it has two floors high and another floor underground.
The stone house does not use any adhesive because there is no clay here. If stones are used instead of wooden boards, it has to be built up little by little relying on the weight of the stones themselves.
To build such a stone house, thousands of slaves would have to work tirelessly, and dozens or even hundreds of lives might have been lost.
The witch doctor looked at the furnishings in the stone house nervously and excitedly - there was an animal skin rug on the ground. A complete animal skin rug was very valuable. The witch doctor wanted to run away with the animal skin rug, but he held back.
There are bowls for oil lamps every few steps on the walls on both sides. When the oil lamps are temporarily lit at night, the corridor will be illuminated.
The witch doctor even thought he could smell the spices.
He followed Carl for a long time, so long that he began to regret coming.
After all, everything here made him itchy, but he couldn't take any of it away. How tortured he was!
After a long wait, the witch doctor finally met the lord.
The lord was sitting behind a long table, having his meal. 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 white bread without grit or bran, a thick soup with milk and spices, and in the middle, a roast chicken with its belly stuffed with spices.
In addition to these three dishes, there is also a small piece of sugar, a fried egg, and a few slices of pork.
Even on the dining table of aristocrats, these things are luxurious enough.
The witch doctor couldn't even help swallowing his saliva - he had never tasted such delicious things in his life!
The lord put down his napkin and blinked his eyes, which looked particularly small due to his obesity. His eyes showed a coldness and inquiry that was completely different from his honest appearance. He threw his fork aside and asked calmly, "Tell me, what's the matter?"
Before Carl 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 has come to the world and needs you to give up your land."
The lord was stunned. He looked at the witch doctor in surprise, his expression even a little funny.
Under normal circumstances, the witch doctor would have started to flatter the lord long ago, but he knew clearly that flattery can be done at any time, but not now. Once he flatters, he will be inferior to the other party, and no matter what he says, the other party will not take his words seriously.
"Moon God." The lord frowned, "In all these years, I have never heard of any example of a true god descending to the world."
Witch Doctor: "That's because those people are not lucky enough to see God. If God can be seen by anyone who wants to, then why do we still have churches? Why do we still have priests?"
Lord: "You mean, you are the priest of the Moon God?"
The witch doctor gritted his teeth and said, "Yes."
The lord laughed and said, "If the Moon Goddess was born only yesterday, how did you become a priest?"
Witch Doctor: "After Lord Moon God descended to the world, he saw me 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 and a sinner, as long as you are not worried that the Moon God will hold you accountable for your crimes after knowing it!"
The lord glanced at Karl, and Karl understood: "Sir, I'll go over there."
The lord nodded. Without giving the witch doctor another look, he picked up his knife and fork again and began to enjoy the food.
The delicious chicken was dripping with oil, and the aroma of fat mixed with the flavor of spices made the witch doctor's steps to leave seem particularly unsteady.
After Karl left, another servant walked up to the lord. He skillfully poured him a glass of wine, or grape juice, and asked worriedly, "Sir, could it really be the Moon Goddess?"
The two greatest gods in the world are the sun god and the moon god, one controls the day and the other controls the night.
The former is divinity-oriented and has a clear distinction between love and hate, while the latter is gentle and kind.
But as long as they are gods, very few of them can accept mortals resisting them.
The servant was a little scared. He thought the lord should go in person, but he didn't dare say it directly.
The lord swallowed a mouthful of muscle, the corners of his mouth twitched, barely a smile, his already small eyes squeezed even smaller, and his tone was full of disapproval: "If it is really so easy for God to come to the world, why come here?"
"Why doesn't he go to the capital? Can I give him more than His Majesty the King?"
The lord laughed and said, "If that's the case, why doesn't he just perform his miracle here?"
The servant was somewhat convinced, but still hesitantly asked, "For the slaves?"
The lord sneered: "Slaves? Do you think God doesn't want slaves?"
"Aren't those so-called God's messengers and servants all slaves of God?"
“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. "Only those who are rejected by God are slaves!"
The lord said firmly: "It is definitely not a god who came, but someone who wants to steal something from me."
The servant was completely convinced. He marveled at the wisdom of his lord and felt ashamed of his own stupidity.
"Then you still let Carl go?" The servant watched the lord take a sip of wine. He looked at the wine stains remaining on the lord's lips with some envy.
The lord put down his glass and said, "It wouldn't hurt to let him go and have a look."
"If that liar is a smart man, maybe he can be of use to me." The lord touched his chin, "Divine light..."
"There are many smart people. If the divine light really exists, it would be a good thing for me."
He didn't want to stay here any longer. This vast but barren territory trapped his father and him as well.
He longed for a bigger world, a higher status, and the envy of everyone.
To receive greater glory than his father and his ancestors.
The lord said to the servant, "You are right. Maybe I should go there myself."
"Tell them to bring out the horses."
He wanted to see the "Moon Goddess" in person.
If the other party is smart and offers the divine light to him, he can also give the other party a position of manager.
If the other party is not smart enough...
The lord lowered his eyes.
Only one person died.
Aren’t there enough people dying around him?
Human life is cheaper than wine.
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