The tribal leader spat with an unhappy look on his face: "I don't know when it started, but these slaves began to talk about their ancestors at all times." Especially when a man came to find this slave girl, the slave girl always scolded her with a look of pain on her face.

For example, the ancestor saved the earth, was selfless and benevolent, fair and honest, and loved his people. He himself was a member of the Golden Crow family and had a noble bloodline. To treat her like this is to take an evil path and betray the ancestor. These unscrupulous descendants will definitely be punished or something.

The tribal leader looked disdainful: "Other slaves were also led astray by her, and they are no longer as active in their work as before."

Haha, if it weren't for the short supply of suitable ones, this horse-washing slave girl would have been beaten to death with a horse whip.

The salt seller was startled for a moment, then remembered something.

Unnaturally echoing two sentences.

"Bringing someone astray? Wouldn't that be troublesome?"

Why do these slave girl's words sound familiar to you?

He remembered that these seemed to be the contents on the Heavenly Stone Tablet in the Shiwu Refugee Valley. Out of curiosity, he memorized a few paragraphs. Unexpectedly, after the Shiwu ancestors appeared, the contents of the inscriptions would be transmitted to Tata Mu'er so far away.

The tribal leader wrote lightly: "What's the trouble? Slaves are slaves. If they don't obey, just beat them to death."

The salt seller responded with a smile on his face, but trembled in his heart.

As soon as he received the payment and the inventory was correct, he left without stopping, fearing that he would be slapped by the tribal leader if he left late.

The tribal leader didn't know what he was thinking, but waved goodbye: "Good brother, if you have something good to remember, please remember us."

The salt seller agreed happily.

"Easy to say, easy to say!"

Seeing his back that was on fire as he ran away in a panic, Yu Zi curled her lips and said, "You are a timid person, but the master you just arranged was very smooth, and you just opened your mouth."

The salt seller wiped away his sweat with a guilty conscience.

He smiled and said: "The common people are just trying to deceive that person. They don't really slander Lord Shen. Even if they have the courage to give 10,000 people, they would not dare to do it! Moreover, the Shiwu Foreign Race is the most capricious. If he regrets it midway... this, this common people

Just this life, if you lose it, you can't get it back...You just saw the appearance of the slave girl, can the common people not panic?"

"snort!"

When talking about female slaves, Yu Zi's mood darkened. She thought of the time when her mother-in-law was abducted and sold to the first family. She became a shared wife with her father and brother, was trampled and humiliated, and could not survive or die - how different was she from that female slave?

resemblance?

Yu Zi took the salt seller to meet Lu Jue, who was guarding the goods. The latter was sitting in the truck, with a military book rolled up in his left hand and reading it with gusto. He raised his head when he heard the movement and asked with a smile: "Why? Look at Wei Heng's interest.

If it’s not high, is it because the business didn’t work?”

Yu Zi: "I got all the money."

"Why is that?"

Yu Zi talked about the horse-washing slave girl and wondered: "There is such a shortage of women, why don't you treat them well?"

Lu Jue himself had been a slave and understood very well.

"Who told you that you will cherish whatever you lack? They don't lack women, they lack young women who can give birth to children. They want the children born from that body, and they don't just want to be a 'woman'. Moreover, no matter how well a woman lives,

Well, if the child can be born, why should we bother to treat him well? Women who are old or unable to give birth are even more of a burden and waste food rations."

Yu Zi pursed her lips stubbornly.

Lu Jue murmured softly: "Men are actually the same."

Yu Zi looked at him.

Lu Jue took out an exquisite small drum with a golden handle from a pile of goods. The drum head was made of a special material.

"Weak people are regardless of gender. As long as they are weak, they will be trampled on. Either they become a literal meal, or they are skinned and boned to make a human skin drum like the striker. It is considered a kindness of the master to die from labor.

." Lu Jue threw the human skin drum back, suddenly thought of a detail, and asked, "You just said that the female slave 'led' many slaves?"

Yu Zi nodded: "Yes."

Lu Jue thought for a while with a calm expression.

"Let's go to the next place. Pay attention to the slaves of that tribe and see if they are like this..."

"Um?"
Chapter completed!