Half of the fruits obtained from hard work are to be sent to the owner's warehouse.

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"Spartans...what are you doing?"

Seeing someone breaking into the residence, the free people couldn't believe their eyes.

When he saw the bright sword edge and the hideous smile of the Spartan under the heavy helmet, he seemed to realize something. The moment he was in a hurry, it seemed like a bolt from the blue to the head. His stiff body seemed to have been poured with a basin of cold water from head to toe. His hands were fumbled in panic and knocked down five or six bottles and jars on the wooden stand.

"You, what do you want to do?"

As the process of regression continued, the free folk stared at a pair of enlarged pupils and watched the Spartan helmet approaching step by step.

The sharp blade was getting closer and closer, which made him feel a little numb.

In the residence of every free people, there is an upright loom standing against the wall. Textile hemp and wool-like things are used to produce clothing.

In addition to the loom, there were also molds for producing pottery in this house. The free man holding a file in his hand, he came to Sparta through the God-given trade.

In panic, the Persian turned around and wanted to snatch the door and go out.

From the perspective of the Spartan helmet, the Persian's hair was a little long, almost blocking his eyes. Only through the gaps in his hair could he see his slightly terrified gazes.

"Die!" In contrast, a Spartan warrior who had been through the battlefield, the gaze of the heavy helmet revealed an extreme cruelty, ruthless ferocity and bloodthirsty excitement. After seeing such a gaze, anyone will feel a chilling chilling feeling seeped out from the back spine.

Another Spartan soldier quietly broke in from outside without any sound and rushed forward.

Without any effort, he penetrated the blade in his hand through the Persians' back and quickly pulled out the sword. Then, after hearing the other party scream miserably, the blood on his body surged out like a fountain, with a warm and fishy smell.

Puchi,———A quick sword cut off the head. In an instant, the raw yellow mud on the operating table dyed red.

Walking out of the house with dark light, holding a bloody head in one hand, the steps of the Spartan warrior. Heavy and steady.

At the same time, a piece of wooden slip found by the Spartan warriors was handed over to Aaron.

"Boundless burden like a donkey."

“Suffering from violent oppression.”

“The fruits obtained from hard work.”

"Half is to be sent to the owner's warehouse."

He tried hard to identify the sloppy handwriting on the wood chips. From this line of text, it can be seen that Aaron's judgment was correct. This free man was contagious about other people.

"The rise of the Spartan city-state is difficult. Such hidden risks must be eliminated in time." His eyes swept across the bloody head, and Aaron's face looked calm and alert.

Aaron will not tolerate anyone's deliberate destruction of the empire foundation he created.

Wherever there is oppression, there will be resistance. From this incident, we can see that not everyone is suitable for integrating into Sparta.

After putting away the "evidence" in his hand, there was clouds around Aaron's eyes. The hazy murderous aura seemed unfathomable, mysterious and cold.

"Go and kill all the Persians who came to the kingdom of the God of War through the God of God's trade. The Romans sent them to the training ground as a training ground, and the other Greeks were all demoted to Black Rous slaves."

This voice with a commanding tone sounded unquestionable.

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Anyway, Aaron's order sounded more like suppressing a riot. Although this did not happen!

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"Sparta gave these people the identity of free people and allocated enough food every day. But all they received was complaints... Compared with these people, dwarfs who were timid by nature and only knew how to obey seemed to have more potential to become free people."

Watching more and more free people being bombarded by the Spartans and being led away by chains.

Aaron's eyes slightly turned towards his temples. Although only a few people had a rebellious consciousness, he knew in his heart that as the Spartans launched wars on the outside, the burden on the free people might become more and more heavy.

The Spartans did not engage in production, and during periods of excessive development, they had to maintain absolute control over the free people and the Black Rox.

"No doubt is needed. To lead this empire, we must bloodily suppress the rebellion of the free people and Black Rous, and kill all risks in the cradle."

Commanding the Spartan warriors to break into the freeminist area, Aaron's eyes became firm, "Because of this, the Spartans need an army that is strong, obedient, cruel, bloodthirsty and courage."

In Aaron's eyes, the Spartan boy demanded absolute obedience to the leader since he was 7 years old and demanded greater courage, physical strength and cruelty.

In order to train children to be obedient and patient, before adulthood, they are whipped once a year when they worship God on holidays.

They knelt in front of the temple, and the scorching whip fell like raindrops, but they were not allowed to beg for mercy or shout.

Every first-class Spartan citizen fights for the city-state not only an obligation, but also rises to the height of a right.

The law stipulates that Spartan men, except for military affairs, shall not engage in other livelihoods, otherwise they shall be demoted to slaves!

The Spartans advocate the spirit of force, and the entire Spartan society is equivalent to a large military camp with strict management. In addition to the time required to sharpen a standard Spartan warrior, it would consume about 100 kilograms of metal. It includes a 2 to 3-meter spear. The spearhead is usually made of iron into the shape of leaves, and the breastplate will also become a standard equipment.

"Compared with these free people with mixed blood and culture, the obedience and diligence of the dwarfs are more beneficial to the empire! People brought through the God-given trade are only suitable for becoming slaves and consumed over time." Aaron's face was not moved by the howling and riots around him.

Half an hour later, Aaron left the purged free people's area and went to inspect the current living supplies in the Spartan city-state.

"My emperor, the food problem can last for a while, but the priest told us that with the rapid end of autumn, this winter will be long."

The words of the Spartan elder were exactly what Aaron thought of at the moment.

Therefore, in addition to hoarding heating materials such as wood, warm clothing for winter is particularly important.

"Tell the trolls to start cutting the wood immediately. Also, from the dwarfs, select ten thousand diligent workers, give them the identity of free people, and immediately start the storage of winter clothing!"

The Spartan elder took the order and carved Aaron's orders on wooden tablets with a knife. For Aaron, there were always many internal affairs like this every day, like daily tasks.

Sometimes, as a ruler, it is not just as simple as conquering externally or launching wars.

Only prosperity and prosperity are the basis for a strong rise of an empire.

Abandoning the Greek style and fuzzy cotton clothing seems to protect the subjects and safely escape the long and cold winter that is about to come. The Spa people's daily clothes are mostly made of uncut and sewn rectangular fabrics, worn by hanging, wrapping, decorative needles, and tiering on their bodies, and are generally woven with materials like wool or linen.

The human body looms in natural costumes, and the Spartan girls are always given a vivid spirit.

The winter in the wild continent is very cold, and this overly exposed dress is only suitable for other seasons.

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After only one or two nights, the autumn frost began to fill the plains, and the cold current was blocked from the east of Pishan for a while, allowing late autumn to soothe the plains for the last time.

Dwarfs are harvesting shiny grapes. Through the vineyards located inside the city wall, a row of small houses surrounded by a small courtyard - this is the newly built wine kiln in Sparta. A cool breeze blows, and from this direction, it always emits an attractive fragrance.

Fruits, cereals, olive oil and wine are the four major agricultural pillars of Sparta.

During this period of population surge, the Spartan city-state must pay attention to and develop its own food production.

Standing on the wall close to the city gate, Aaron's face looked like moonlight, making people feel cold. He looked at the swelling fog in the distance, slowly blasted by the noon sunlight, and gradually revealed a blue sky.

This face without a strong and fair face is set against a pair of silver eyeballs. When it is motionless, it is like a stone statue. Reminding the warning of the God of War Sacrifice, Aaron stared at the scene in the sky and said to himself, "This autumn has indeed passed quickly. Every sign of Nosica is always correct."

As far as you see, the fertile land was eroded by the climate. The weeds washed yellow by the autumn frost looked like a virgin decorated with a golden gauze, with a milky yellow body exposed, dancing in the bleak autumn wind, swaying left and right.

The autumn sun standing in the distance on the top of the mountain is like a mighty god of war, shaking off the blood-stained battle robe and splashing in the grass.

The Pishan Waterfall is still rushing until the streams that seep into the mountain are filled with countless ripples. They are sobbing out, flowing from ancient times to the present, from the distant past, to the vast future.

"Winter is coming, so what should come is coming too!"

The illumination of late autumn sunlight made Aaron's face exuded a toned red light.

At this moment, as if in response to his self-talk, a deep, distant beast roar suddenly came into his eardrums.

That is the west side of the Spartan city-state, the direction of the Bloody Grand Canyon!

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