The slaves were busy building their own houses. Trees were the most abundant things in the woods. Although they were confused, they obediently followed Kane's instructions to cut trees and build houses.
There are many wild animals in the woods, so when the managers are around, they always have to light torches and have people keep watch at night.
In order to prevent the slaves from escaping, they were locked in small wooden cabins during their rest time. There was no space for movement and even when they slept they could not lie down completely because the space was limited and they had to squeeze together and curl up.
Kane felt that a larger wooden house was what the slaves urgently needed.
Besides, building a house is not difficult. The simplest wooden house does not even require a deep foundation. With so many people working together, it can be built in a few days.
Especially since the slaves had built wooden houses before, they all had experience. Plus, this time they were building it for themselves and they could eat and drink enough, so no one was lazy. Even without anyone supervising them, they could work enthusiastically from sunrise to sunset.
If most of them didn't suffer from night blindness, they would probably continue to smear the people.
Kane's originally tense feeling was now half relieved.
The next day after the house was repaired, Kane called more than a dozen people to leave the top of the mountain with him.
Among the people chosen happened to be Ira.
Ira was walking in the crowd. He walked behind Kane several times, but he didn't dare to talk to him. He could only open his mouth several times and hold it back several times.
Another "freeman" beside him noticed that something was wrong with Ira. He poked Ira's side and asked in a low voice, "What's wrong with you? Do you want to talk to the Lord Messenger of God?"
Ira also lowered her voice and said, "Do you think he looks familiar? Like someone?"
The Freeman was confused and asked, "Who is it?"
Ira "The one that got away."
The "freeman" thought about it and became even more confused. "Isn't he dead? Besides, how can a slave become a messenger of God?"
Ila also knew that the escaped slave was dead, and if there was any similarity between the messenger of God and the man, it was probably that they both had red hair. However, red hair was very common on this continent, and two out of ten people could have red hair.
Moreover, the back of the messenger of God was also hunched, but only slightly bent.
But Ira still felt that the messenger of God was that man. He pursed his lips and made up his mind that when he got to the place, he would muster up the courage to ask the messenger of God.
Kane also knew that Ira was looking at him. He roughly guessed that Ira had something to say to him, and he also guessed that Ira must have recognized him, but he did not intend to recognize them and confess his identity.
This was told to him by Lady Moon Goddess.
It would be fine if the slaves recognized him, but if not, Kane could not confess.
People are like this. They will not be jealous of those who are far away from them, but only jealous of those who are close to them.
Once they know that Kane was also a slave, they will inevitably have some strange thoughts.
Although Kane didn't understand, he knew to be obedient and did whatever Lord Moon God told him to do.
Although it would make him look stupid, Kane would rather be an obedient stupid person than a smart person who acts on his own.
When Kane arrived at the place he had agreed to meet with Lady Moon Goddess, he saw the things behind the tree. There were more than 20 wheelbarrows full of farm tools and seeds. Knowing that Kane could read, a booklet full of precautions was left behind.
Kane held the booklet as if he were holding a thousand pounds of gold, and he looked into the distance with tearful eyes.
I don’t know whether Lord Moon God and the others have left, or if they are watching him somewhere.
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Ryan was very busy. He had donated all his fortune, even the golden bowl given to his ancestors by the king. But he was still not idle. The box of jewels weighed heavily on his heart.
Putting all these gems together, they were enough to make him rich enough to rival a country - a small country, of course.
But gems are already very precious here, there is nothing more precious than them. It is easy to exchange things, but what to exchange them for is a big problem.
"Write a letter to your uncle," Ryan said to Carl, "and ask him to come in person."
He still didn't want to write letters to the two nearby lords. It would be better to leave such a good thing as serving the gods to his own family.
"Give him this too." Ryan picked out the largest gem, which was larger than the main gem on the king's crown and more bright red in color. Gems are not rare, but most of them are as small as sand and gravel, and polishing them requires a lot of materials.
Therefore, only large gemstones can be polished, and therefore they are more valuable.
The nobles had long stopped pursuing gold and silver. They were not short of money. After all, all the wealth of a territory was in their hands. They could buy whatever they wanted from merchants, so their pursuit became rare things.
Rare beauties, rare gems, the rarer and more elusive they are, the more valuable they are.
Ryan looked at the gem in his hand. If he were the old him, he would have greedily put such a gem in his pocket, but now he no longer took the gem seriously.
Now his mind was full of immortality.
"Tell him to come quickly." Ryan, "If he can't come, let my cousin come."
Carl nodded, "Yes, Lord."
Ryan suddenly said, "Carl, what do you think the temple is like?"
Carl followed what the book said, "There is no poverty, it is a land of abundance and glory."
Ryan nodded slightly, and without saying anything else, he walked to the window.
He looked up at the mountain, where there was a messenger sent by the Moon Goddess. The messenger looked like a teenager, but he was unwilling to go down the mountain and enjoy himself. He mingled with the slaves every day and even worked with them to carry wooden pillars.
Ryan couldn't understand why he had to do such a thankless task when he was obviously a messenger of God and there was no Moon God watching over him.
He really couldn't understand it.
On the mountain, Kane wiped the sweat from his forehead. The slaves' houses had been built. They were very simple wooden houses. The roofs were now covered with leaves. This kind of leaves were easy to find in the woods. Every local person knew how to weave these large flat leaves, and they would be stacked layer by layer on the roof. If there was no heavy rain, the house would not leak.
Although the living conditions were simple, the slaves were very happy. They could finally stretch out their arms and legs and sleep. Although there were still many people crowded in one room, at least they didn't have to curl up.
They are now cultivating the land. They have already completed half of the land reclamation. With the tools, they have increased their speed a lot.
The most surprising thing for them was the hoe. It took no effort at all to dig the ground with it because the soil was extremely soft.
Although it is tiring, it is not like before when I needed to be whipped by the stewards to keep working.
Not to mention their food.
Kane watched the slaves carrying the wooden barrels come over and shouted to the people working, "It's time to eat! Remember to wash the dishes after eating, and you are not allowed to drink raw water!"
Their drinking water now is filtered through clean sand, charcoal and fine yarn according to the method told to them by the Moon Goddess. However, it cannot be drunk directly. Instead, it must be boiled and then allowed to cool before drinking.
The Moon Goddess told him that a person would die if he lacked food for seven days and would die if he lacked water for three days. Water is the source of life, but it can also take away life. The feces of insects, birds, fish, and even human feces are sometimes in the water. The dirt in it cannot be seen by the naked eye, but once it enters the human body, it will soon cause death.
Kane then remembered that slaves died very easily. Many of them died without even knowing the cause of death. They just died silently at some point in time. Kane also realized that a glass of water could be fatal.
Therefore, from the first day he arrived, he no longer allowed the slaves to drink cold water, and he broke down the words of Lady Moon Goddess and told them to the slaves in detail.
The slaves didn't quite understand what was going on, they only knew that this was an order from Lord Moon Goddess.
Since it is an order, just obey it.
The slaves lined up in long queues, waiting to get their food. They held their bowls in their hands, eagerly waiting for the people in front of them to leave.
Ira also held his own wooden bowl, which he made himself in his spare time. Although it was heavy, he was very happy.
This was the first "property" he had owned since he became a slave.
When it was Ira's turn, he swallowed unconsciously, his eyes fixed on the food in the wooden barrel. It was steamed sweet potato, which he had eaten before. When he broke it open, he could see the orange-red flesh inside, which tasted soft, sticky and sweet.
Although there was no meat to eat, they all got a bowl of vegetable soup with oil in it.
Two sweet potatoes and a bowl of vegetable soup can fill their stomachs and give them strength.
Before, they could only eat one meal a day, but now they can eat two meals, one in the morning and one in the afternoon.
The morning meal was a bit more filling, with three sweet potatoes, but compared to the past, this was a life that could only be enjoyed in a temple.
Before eating sweet potatoes, he didn't know how long it had been since he had eaten something sweet.
The last time she ate honey was when his mother found a beehive. In order to let him eat something sweet, she was stung by bees all over her face, and she only got a little bit of honey.
Because he was stung so much that his original appearance could not be seen, he was beaten by the lord.
But thinking back on it now, Ira could no longer remember the hardships she had endured with her mother, and only remembered the best days they had together.
Ira put the sweet potatoes in his clothes pocket - he now had clothes to wear, and took the bowl to get the soup.
Then find a flat place with others to sit on the ground and eat together.
"This sweet potato is so sweet!" The slaves no longer gobbled the sweet potatoes as they did before. Now they could tear off the skin while chatting with their companions.
"I heard from the Lord God that sweet potatoes are very easy to grow. We will be able to grow them and eat them soon."
"Sweet potato leaves can also be eaten, but the envoy of God said that he only brought sweet potatoes, not leaves, otherwise there would be an extra dish."
Ira took a bite of the steaming sweet potato and breathed a sigh of relief. He no longer worried about whether the messenger was the red-haired slave. He only said, "It would be great if Lord Moon God never left."
The slaves were stunned and said, "Yes, it would be great if Master Moon Goddess never left."
"It would be better if Master Moon Goddess came earlier."
Once they had tasted a little of happiness, they no longer wanted to go back to the days of human sacrifice.
Once you have been a human being, you don’t want to be a beast of burden again.
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