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Chapter 360 A tiger demon

Yuanding 23rd year, June.

The only emperor in the history of the Xia Dynasty who has been in power for more than 20 years has not discussed state affairs with cabinet members in the meeting hall for two months. The authority of the empire is tilted towards the priests and hosts of various places.

Several small-scale rebellions at the beginning of the year did not cause much damage to the Shangjing area, but they had a great impact. It was the busy autumn harvest season, and Zhongzhou was developed to the limit on tens of thousands of farms, and millions of slaves were working there. Helping their master harvest food.

Pingzhou Road.

An important area for traveling from south to north, you can overlook the vastness of the East China Sea and have the most fertile land. When the weather is good, you can plant two crops of rice every year like in the south.

Most of the men in Shangjing City rely on the food produced here, and most of the fertile fields here also belong to the men in Shangjing City. During the autumn harvest every year, these men will send their confidants here to supervise.

This period of time is undoubtedly the best for ordinary people, but for the slaves and monsters at the bottom, it is simply worse than hell.

There is a Menjing County below Huangde Mansion on Pingzhou Road. It is only a hundred miles adjacent to Binguan between Yunjiang Road and Pingzhou Road. Because there is a beautiful Taoyuan and you can overlook the Xiongguan, which is rare in the world. The farm is most popular among dignitaries.

June 12.

A very ordinary day.

In the north of Menjing County, the sky had just dawned, and the fog had not yet dispersed. A manor with white walls and red tiles opened the door, and two strong tiger monsters came out. One tiger monster walked out of the courtyard carrying a big pot, and put the iron The pot was placed on a wooden stand full of traces of time, and another tiger demon was carrying a closed wooden barrel.

The slaves who had been waiting for a long time in the hut in the distance immediately stood up, each holding a broken bowl in their hands. When the slaves gathered in the usual queue, a middle-aged man wearing a long-sleeved robe and rich clothes walked out of the courtyard door. young people.

The middle-aged man stood under the eaves of the door. He didn't care about the eager and hopeful eyes of the slaves. He yawned lazily, took the water glass handed over by a servant next to him, rinsed his mouth comfortably, and then casually He threw the water glass onto the tray held by the servant, and then another servant handed him a purple clay pot.

There was a little steam coming from the spout of the purple clay pot. The middle-aged man took it in his hand to test the temperature, then took a sip of morning tea against the spout, shook his head comfortably, and then looked at the slave who had been waiting for a long time.

Looking at those pairs of turbid and pitiful eyes, the middle-aged man may have felt a little guilty, so he scolded the people around him and said: "What are you waiting for, you guys who can't see, let's start eating. From now on, you don't have to wait for me to say, you're hungry." Let’s have dinner first.”

"Okay, Second Master!"

The servants on both sides nodded and bowed in agreement, then stepped forward to scold the two tiger monsters guarding the iron pot.

One tiger demon immediately opened the lid of the iron pot impatiently. In the iron pot was a pot of rather sticky rice porridge with a little egg drop and grease floating on the surface. The other tiger demon opened the lid of the wooden barrel. , which contains tea made from inferior tea leaves, and salt is added to the tea.

The food looked good, but that was because the slaves had to work from morning to night today, and without some oil, water and salt, they would not have the energy to work at all.

The slaves lined up one by one to prepare their own meals and tea, and then walked to the nearby hut to eat.

A servant next to the middle-aged man said very rudely: "Second Master, when grandma came from the city yesterday, she brought some breakfast. Would you like to try it?"

"Calm down, have you forgotten what I said? Never eat meat or snacks in front of slaves!"

The middle-aged man scolded softly.

The servant quickly smiled and nodded in agreement.

When the slave was halfway through eating, the middle-aged man winked at the two servants beside him, and the two servants immediately walked into the yard knowingly. After a while, they came out with a dozen strong men, each of them Han held a basket in his hand, and the basket contained the sickle for harvesting the banker.

"Second Master!"

The servant handed a gray token into the middle-aged man's hand. This token is the control circle of the shackles on the slaves. If anyone is disobedient, just use spiritual energy to drive the circle on the token, and the slave who dares to resist will immediately be killed by the circle carved on his body.

Coupled with a dozen strong men holding sharp blades, if these slaves resist, they will all be killed in an instant!

It was not so serious before, but recently there have been small-scale slave rebellions everywhere, and the rune arrays on some slaves have lost their effect. In order to prevent the ship from capsizing in the sewer, there are even some low-level monks stationed in the courtyard.

"Hurry up, hurry up!"

The voice of reprimand came from a distance, but it was the overseers specially invited by the manor to supervise the slaves' work. They were trained by specially trained people, usually in teams of twelve, with two people in each area. They held a special long whip and whipped them. The heart-breaking pain in a person's body does not leave any wounds.

The supervisory team came to the gate of the yard, and the leader saluted politely: "Greetings to the second master."

"It's getting late, let them work quickly." The middle-aged man threw the token in his hand to the leader of the supervisory team.

"Second Master, just keep an eye on it."

The leader of the supervisor put away his token, but the middle-aged man at the door of the courtyard did not stop and decisively turned back to the courtyard. However, the two servants behind him stayed and walked over to the captain of the supervisor with a smile to say hello.

"Snapped!"

The long whip struck in the air, accompanied by a man's fierce roar: "Come and get the tools!"

The originally lazy expressions of the slaves immediately became energetic, and they walked in the same queue to receive the sickles. During this process, the supervisors urged from time to time: "Hurry up, hurry up."

If anyone walks slowly, he must be whipped.

The process of collecting the tools lasted for two quarters of an hour. The captain of the supervisor ended his conversation with the two servants and was about to go over to assign the task when he felt a pair of eyes that made him very uncomfortable staring at him. After a pause, he saw a pair of blood-red eyes full of hatred, and it was a strong tiger monster!

The captain of the supervisor resisted the urge to retreat, and scolded with a fierce look on his face: "What are you looking at..."

While he was scolding, he was about to use the whip in his hand to greet him, but the tiger demon on the opposite side ran over first. The two strong men nearby noticed the situation and immediately pulled out their sabers to stop him.

"Don't use the knife, the tiger demon is too expensive!"

"Just stop him, don't kill him!"

The two servants shouted separately.

When they finished speaking, the tiger demon had already run out of the crowd of slaves and was at least six feet away from the captain of the overseer. The strong men next to him had already surrounded him.

"boom!"

There was a loud bang.

The captain of the supervisor only felt a rush of blood in his nose. The next moment, his whole body seemed to be pushed by a huge force, and then he lost consciousness.

The tiger demon self-destructed in full view of everyone, and the powerful destructive power it produced caused everyone within ten feet around him to be blown into rubbish.

This is obviously not the power that an ordinary monster can produce by self-destructing!

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