He lowered his eyes and shook his eyelashes quietly: "Continue."
Xiao Rong smiled and continued, "As for the preferential treatment, it doesn't need to be too good. It's just that the foreigners eat half full and the farmers eat eight-tenths full. For them who have killed people, being alive is the greatest blessing. If they don't have enough food, they can only endure it. However, this is just the beginning. When the troublemakers are defeated and they get used to this kind of life, they can be rewarded. If they do a good job, they can get an extra meal. If they do an excellent job, they can get some warm blankets. If they have made contributions, the king can make an exception and transfer them to the army to continue to fight for the king."
Qu Yunmie suddenly felt that Xiao Rong was a little naive: "Have you seen what the aliens look like? Even if the whip is broken, they won't even cry out in pain. Farmers may be obedient, but those aliens will only kill."
Xiao Rong doesn't think so at all. The process of human evolution is the same. Except for some brainwashed humans, the rest of the people are all afraid of death. It's just that some people pretend not to be afraid in order to persist in their hearts.
After a moment of silence, he laughed and asked back, "Have you ever been hungry, my king?"
Qu Yunmie paused and didn't answer him.
Xiao Rong looked at the tea set on the table and said slowly, "When people are extremely hungry, they are no different from wild animals. They can even eat their own children. What's more, they are just doing some chores. Even if there is a man with a backbone who wants to starve himself to death, he is a prisoner, living in a prisoner camp. People around him are eating, and people he knows are also eating. Even if they are from a different race, how long can he hold on?"
"Wild beasts can be tamed, and so can humans. Physical torture is one thing, and mental torture is another. I have many ways that will not harm a hair on their head, but will make them never dare to disobey the king's orders again."
Xiao Rongyan smiled and looked very kind, but what he said was indeed a little scary.
Qu Yunmie felt that he should be alert, but for some reason, looking at Xiao Rong like this, he suddenly felt that this person didn't seem so unpleasant.
He is not full of hypocritical words, and he is not even afraid of exposing his ruthless and cruel side. However, his ruthlessness can be called grace in this world, and his cruelty is also a conditional punishment, rather than really treating human life as worthless.
Thinking of this, Qu Yunmie began to have a different opinion of Xiao Rong. This scholar seemed to be different from those he had met in the past.
His expression eased a bit, and he said, "It's a good plan, but I'm afraid it's too late. I sent Yuan Baifu to suppress the unrest, and it should be over by now. He knows my rules, and there may not be many people left who you want."
Xiao Rong was stunned: "Gone? How can this be possible?"
Qu Yunmie didn't care: "Even if this group of people is gone, there are still others. The Huns will come back again. If we capture them, we can still do things."
Xiao Rong sighed, "It's the only way. Your Majesty, please tell the generals in Zhangye not to kill them all. There are some things that can only be done by foreigners."
Qu Yunmie originally thought that he wanted hard labor because he wanted to strengthen the city's defenses or to cultivate the land, but this didn't sound like the case.
He asked doubtfully, "What is something that only aliens can do?"
Xiao Rong blinked, realizing that what he said was ambiguous, and he quickly explained: "Ah, that's not what I meant. What I meant was that although anyone can do this, it's better for the aliens to do it. Because I want these people to do the hard labor of mining. One mineral deposit is enough for human labor to dig for a hundred years. Some mineral veins must not be leaked, and those who go to dig will never be able to come out again in their lifetime."
At this point, he smiled shyly: "After all, I am from the Central Plains, and I still want to give my compatriots a chance to reform. As for these foreign races who have deep hatred for me, I don't need to worry about them so much. At most, I can earn money from the mining in the future, and then build a market and neighborhood for them in the mining area to make their lives better."
Qu Yunmie: “…”
They used the money they dug to sell, and then took out a portion of it to pay them wages. They also built a special living neighborhood for them, just to make them stay there for the rest of their lives.
No, my head hurts.
It seems like I need to grow a new brain.
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