My Weird Life

   Chapter 798 Dust of History (12)

  The sky is slightly bright.

  The sheep in the sheepfold started to walk around.

   Their hooves stepped on the chests and backs of the slaves sleeping in the sheep pen, and the grassy smell of sheep dung mixed with sheep urine poured the slaves all over their bodies.

  The slaves were awakened by the movement made by these sheep.

  They dare not scold those beasts who step on them, or even **** and pee on them—a sheep is more precious than the lives of all of them combined in the eyes of a nobleman.

  If the sheep are frightened and injured because of their scolding, then they will be punished extremely horribly.

Several slaves whispered to each other, and when the sheep had all walked to the side trough and began to enjoy the forage brought by other slaves, the few in the sheep pen looked at each other and sat up from the ground together— Their movements are so uniform, as if they have been trained for a long time.

—The ankles of the seven slaves’ feet passed through a crossbar, and the iron hoops in the holes in the crossbar firmly imprisoned their ankles. This crossbar restricted all their movements, making them between sitting, sleeping, All must be as uniform as possible, otherwise, as long as any one of them moves a little too much, it is very likely to cause all seven of them to stagger.

   Even broke the leg bone!

After the seven of them sat up, the two slaves on the far left and right of the crossbar shackles each hugged the pillars in the sheep shed to support their bodies, and the other five also put their hands on the ground and exerted their strength together. Stand up from the ground.

  Seven people stood guard at the locked gate of the sheep shed in an orderly manner.

   Not long after, a slave with iron chains on his feet hurried over and opened the gate of the sheep shed.

  It removed the crossbars from the ankles of seven slaves,

   Put on iron chain anklets less than half a meter long for the seven people, and silently led them out of the fence outside the sheep shed, towards a wasteland that had only been reclaimed halfway.

   "Today we will reclaim this wasteland."

  The leading slave finally spoke the first words.

  No one responded to him, they all dragged heavy iron chains and walked towards the wasteland in silence.

  The sun is gradually rising, and the golden light shines on the half-reclaimed slope, making the trees around the **** more green, and everything is full of vitality. The sky is high and the clouds are light.

  But the people in this beautiful scenery have no interest in life, like sinking into the endless hell, the ghosts that have been tortured by this endless **** to the verge of fragmentation.

   Eight slaves stood by the wasteland, waiting for other slaves to bring over the agricultural tools needed for reclamation.

  This is probably the only time of the day when they can relax a little bit.

They stood on the slope, looking at the bottom of the **** boredly. The "Manor of Lord Shang Fear", which occupies a large area, raises countless cattle and sheep, and hoards countless treasures, slowly "wakes up" under the morning light. .

  Teams of slaves came out from the hidden small doors around the manor. They either drove the cattle and sheep to graze, or moved the stones to repair the manor, or, like the current eight people, went to other areas to cultivate wasteland.

  The calls of cattle and sheep sounded one after another.

  Mixed in the bleating of cattle and sheep, there is the continuous sound of chains and chains colliding.

  The eight slaves on the **** stood for a while, but they did not wait for the slave who delivered the farm tools.

   Instead, I saw a group of female slaves walking up the hillside with tall baskets on their backs, picking up stones and cow dung not far from them, and putting them into the baskets behind them.

   "Is that Ugin?"

   "Wujin Jiangqu..."

   "It seems to be really—Duoji, Wujin Jiangqu is there!"

  The eight slaves who had been silent for a while, saw a group of female slaves picking up cow dung not far away, and finally there was a whisper in their group.

  Several slaves were discussing, and from time to time tugged at the corner of a taller slave among them.

The slave was in a daze all the time, but when he heard the name 'Wujin Jiangqu' from his companion, his eyes lit up, and he followed the finger of his companion to look at the group of female slaves—— In a group of female slaves, there was a fat woman carrying half a basket of stones, and she was still bending over, searching for stones everywhere.

It is very difficult for the fat woman to bend over—it's not because she is too fat, her "fat" is only compared to the other thin and skinny female slaves. Get thinner.

   What really makes her look 'fat' is her huge belly.

  —This woman named 'Wujin Jiangqu' is already pregnant.

  And the pregnancy month may have been eight or nine months.

   "Ugin! Ugin!"

  The tall and thin slave looked at Wujin Jiangqu in the distance, and the thoughts in his eyes almost solidified, so he waved vigorously at the group of female slaves.

  The lead slave looked around vigilantly,

   Seeing that no one was paying attention to their side, he pulled the clothes of the thin and tall slave, and said in a low voice: "The supervisor hasn't come yet, so be careful.

  We'll show you for a while. "

  The tall and thin slave glanced gratefully at the lead slave, then turned back to meet his Ujin Jiangqu's eyes.

  Wujin Jiangqu heard his call, raised her head on her knees, her dark red face was covered with fine sweat, she wiped the sweat from her forehead, and smiled at the tall and thin slave.

  She straightened her waist, and then had a low-pitched conversation with the leader of the female slave team.

  So, while picking up stones, the group of female slaves approached the position of the group of male slaves in the reclamation land.

  The lead male slave pushed the tall and thin slave 'Duoji'.

  Duoji understood immediately, and moved quietly, approaching his Wujin Jiangqu.

  The two teams of slaves mixed together, and walked around tacitly, blocking the sight of others, preventing others from seeing Dorji and Wujin Jiangqu who were surrounded in the middle.

"The baby is about to be born..." Wujin Jiangqu stroked her belly. She lowered her head and spoke softly. She was still smiling at the beginning. After she finished speaking, her eyelashes were covered with tears, "Will Pay the birth tax to the big lord... We only have five spoonfuls of tsampa per person per day, so we can't pay the birth tax..."

   "I'll figure it out, I'll figure it out..." Duoji looked at his Wujin Jiangqu, his heart calmed down, and he spoke in a warm voice.

  Listening to Wujin Jiangqu and continuing to speak: "I have tried many methods...

  Eating herbs, bumping into pillars, beating his stomach—he's still fine.

  He still wants to come out and take a look...

  He was born to be a slave to Lord Shang Fear just like us, hey, I am so sorry for him..."

   "Let me figure out a way..."

  Duoji still said so.

  He gently hugged his wife.

—They originally owned a few pieces of land and lived a poor but relatively free life with their parents, but they were still afraid that the battle between the lord and the lord of 'Nara' would affect their area, so their family was ruined and their family was exhausted. After the last bit of food, the two 'sold' themselves to Lord Shang as slaves.

   At that time, Wujin Jiangqu was pregnant.

   As for now, the fetus has grown to more than nine months old.

   Soon to be born.

   But births are subject to a 'birth tax', and if the 'birth tax' is not paid, the child will never want to live.

  The two of them only have five spoonfuls of tsampa to eat every day, so how can they have the savings to pay this "birth tax"?

   All of Wujin Jiangqu's worries are due to this matter.

  She whispered in Dorji's arms.

  After about two minutes, the lead slave issued a warning signal, and the two separated—Ujin Jiangqu walked ten steps away from Duoji, and began to bend down to pick up stones again.

  Duoji's eyes were firm, and he made up his mind.

   "I heard that Master Benedict, who is still afraid of the lord's family, needs a whole set of human skin to practice...

  I gave my life to the lord Shang Fear, as if I were paying birth tax for our children. "Duoji said to Wujin Jiangqu in the distance.

   Wujin Jiangqu looked up at her husband,

   I was stunned for a while,

   She nodded anyway.

  With no expression on her face, she continued to bend down, numbly picking up stones in the soil.

  In the distance, the steward who was in charge of distributing farm tools to Duoji and others and monitoring their work came over. This time, there was no slave follower pulling a whole trolley of farm tools behind him.

  He came on a horse, followed by three other soldiers in armor on horseback.

  The slaves all over the mountains and plains became terrified when they saw the three armored soldiers.

  The sound of dragging chains across the mountains and plains became hurried.

  Everyone heads to the area away from the armored soldiers.

  —But Dorji's team of slaves couldn't move.

  They want to reclaim a large piece of wasteland on this sloping land for fear of the lord.

  This is where they work.

  So he could only watch the steward lead the three armored soldiers approaching—Duoji watched the huge shadows of those soldiers projected on the hillside, twisted by the sunlight, and he was full of ominous premonition.

  The rest of the slaves knelt on the ground, put their hands on the ground, and showed their tongues to the steward, saluting like a dog.

  Duoji also knelt down, pressed his hands to the ground, and saluted like a dog with his tongue out.

   "These eight people should be enough, right?"

  The strong horse under the manager's seat stood still a foot away from Dorji, the whip in his hand drooped, and the whip fell gently on Dorje's back, making Dorji shudder.

  Duoji's ominous premonition grew stronger.

  He suddenly kowtowed to the steward again and again, and before the three armored soldiers could speak, he said, "Master Nanba, I want to donate my human skin to the wizards in this academy for their cultivation!"

Snapped!

   Before he finished speaking, the steward's whip had already landed on his back, drawing a long bloodstain on his back!

   His mind went blank.

   It's over!

   The skin is damaged and cannot be donated—

   "I haven't spoken yet, how can you speak?

   This whip is your punishment for speaking first. "The steward said coldly, "However, your devotion to the Ben wizards is really rare.

  I agreed. "

   "Then my child's birth tax—"

   "What kid?"

   "Ujin Jiangqu's child is my child—"

   "You take the initiative to dedicate yourself to wizard men, what does it have to do with your children?

   Wujin Jiangqu still has to pay birth tax! "

  (end of this chapter)