After hearing this, I was silent for a while, and stopped ignoring the bald man, and let him think about the reasons with a puzzled look on his face. It is a good thing to think, but if you don’t have enough knowledge or can’t jump out of the fog to see things, you will be like a bald man, and you will never be confused about your mind.

Ah, let me clarify, my metaphor does not allude to his bald head. I am also very friendly to people with hair loss and don’t even mind joining it when necessary.

The reason why he and the lord couldn't see through this problem is that they both adhered to a reformist idea and did not reflect on the existing system. They always thought it was enough, and they could still persist if they were not enough.

But there are no unchanging rules in the world? When the rules can no longer reflect problems internally, the external manifestation is that the effectiveness of the rules is getting worse and worse, and the opposition from the touching people is getting smaller and smaller.

I didn't expect that this place still maintains such an original system.

Slaves generally originated from prisoners of war, indigenous people, debtors and criminals in occupied areas, as well as people who trafficked into slave markets from Africa and other places.

Slavery brought mankind into the civilized era and promoted the huge development of social productivity, which was a great progress in history. But at the same time, slavery was also the most barbaric system, which can be clearly explained from the characteristics of slavery production relations and the experiences of the vast number of slaves.

For example, their factory model obviously went beyond the stage of slavery and directly moved into the apprenticeship system of personal employment relations. This is also what factory owners discovered, only these people can complete their work, learn skills, and maintain enthusiasm with just one twelve minutes.

If slaves are asked to be responsible for things like cooking, no one can accept this situation if the slaves are beaten to death or the residents are poisoned to death within a month.

The biggest problem is that there is a naked relationship between the slave owner class and the slave class. Slaves are deprived of all rights and engage in the most tense and heavy labor under violence.

The best slave guard in the bald man's mouth, the fat man in front of me, probably learned some of the essence of it. Only by relying on relaxed and moderate oppression to manage the slaves can we ensure stable grain output under this primitive system.

Is it that he can't force the slaves to produce more food? Obviously not, but if he does that, the subtle relationship between him and the slave will be broken and the stable cooperation between the two sides will no longer be fulfilled.

Are slave owners powerful people? Of course. For example, one of the unique features of the ancient Greek city-state is that they rely on the Black Roussians to engage in almost all economic activities. This allows the Spartans to do their best to conduct military training and war preparations, which can be used to prevent slave riots.

But in the long run, the competition is no longer about excellent equipment and elite troops, but about sufficient manpower, resources, and logistics supply lines that can be guaranteed to be supplied anytime and anywhere.

No wonder the lord swallowed his anger and agreed to me to pick out the slaves as compensation. In fact, he had already vaguely realized that these two-legged beasts could no longer keep up with the pace of the development of the territory, and in the end they would become a burden that restricts the progress of the territory, right?

I can only say that although the slavery system is primitive and backward, the feudal class represented by the lord is just a bunch of frogs in the well. They have no worries about their own great troubles and have let the seeds of the bourgeoisie bloom everywhere in this territory.

So far, I have not seen the town merchants mentioned by the bald man. But I can imagine that this group of people must be from the bourgeoisie in more developed commercial areas. Only they can achieve such a silent and precise blow, and plant seeds that quietly sprout on the iron walls of this desert.

When the lord discovered all this, the craftsmen in the workshop had probably grown up and slowly grasped the lifeline of the town. Unless the lord had the courage to destroy the territory he had established, the best ending for him would be left with his direct troops to flee in a hurry.

"I'm here to take the slaves."

I ignored the Fatty Guard's greetings and told him the purpose of coming to the point.

The fat guard took a step back in disappointment, turned to look at the man in gray robe and the old man in flower clothes behind him. He saw the man in gray nodded slightly with a gloomy face, while the old man in flower clothes stood there and winked wildly, fearing that the fat man would do something rude.

Seeing this obvious sign, the fat guard stopped talking, smiled flatteringly, leading the way: "Dear guest, the slaves you want are all in the houses over there. It's afternoon now. The sun is too strong and it can easily lead to their fainting and death, so I asked them to take care of the animals in the animal shed."

His fat hands wiped the sweat beads from his cheeks and opened the iron door leading to the slave residence.

"By the way, the dear guest may have a heavy smell. If you feel uncomfortable, I can ask the slaves to the door for you to choose. In addition, there are often some unfamiliar things in the cattle shed. Let me go in and take a look..."

After saying that, he crawled into the low door with a nervous look, and then there was a sound of whipping and the sound of animals screaming. Only after a long time did the painful and low call of humans come.

Hearing this, I glanced at the bald man and found that his face was also filled with inexplicable embarrassment, as if he had constipation.

"What are you doing? Aoli wants to go to the bathroom because of his bad stomach?"

The bald man said in embarrassment: "I heard a rumor from the master, I don't know if it's true... It's these slaves, some of whom will do things with animals in private... I just heard the guard say that, and suddenly I remembered..."

Is there a tragic wind?

The old man in the flowery clothes hurriedly came up to cover up his behavior of spreading the despicable gossip. He patted the bald man on the head with force: "Bastard, did I tell you this? I told you that when these slaves were plundered, all the women and children were killed, and only the men survived as labor force. Improper male-female ratio will lead to riots, so please pay attention!"

The bald man said aggrievedly: "Master, you clearly mean that they are restless without women, and there are only a bunch of animals over there... Then you are still drinking with your friends who have been drinking with you for a long time..."

The old man in the flowery clothes still wanted to beat the bald man, but the slaves in the room were slowly driven out and slapped in a row at the door, mostly naked, exposed with skinny ribs, and his face was unkempt and like a homeless man. His eyes were all empty, but they did not reflect the curiosity of the people watching them in front of him. He opened his mouth slightly and said nothing.

However, one of them had a few whip marks hanging on his body, which was particularly conspicuous. Not only were the unscrupulous master and apprentice, but I couldn't help but look at the fucking man for a long time, and said in my heart that he was majestic and majestic!

"Dignity guests, these are the fiftiest youngest and strong slaves, what do you need?"
Chapter completed!