The girl insisted on letting him eat it, and promised to not steal anything again to avoid being beaten.

The boy didn't answer, and saw that she was persistent in her attitude, he stretched out his mouth and bit the meat.

"Okay, you eat."

The girl insisted that he finishes eating, and pushes it over and over again, and finally she will only eat it after he takes another bite.

After eating the meat, she chewed the bones, and licked the greasy on her dirty hands cleanly. She looked reluctantly and carefully checked whether there was still greasy on her hands. After not looking for it, she suddenly came to the boy's face and licked the greasy on the corners of his mouth and lips.

This action surprised the boy. He looked at her with laughter and tears and said, "No wonder you would dare to steal something."

"I'm hungry and I've eaten a lot since I was a child, so my parents sold me as a slave. The original master resold it here because I ate a lot."

The boy couldn't help but feel curious when he heard this. He looked at her thin body and couldn't realize how much she could hold.

"How much can you eat?"

"I have never eaten enough. It turns out that my master's house went into the kitchen at most in the middle of the night and ate four chickens, one and a half fish, seven or eight dishes of leftovers, and half a bucket of rice."

The boy was hilarious.

"No wonder your parents can't afford to support them!"

"Yes." The girl was not sad or sad at all because she was abandoned by her parents, because her impression of her parents had long been blurred and she couldn't even remember her appearance. "What's your name?"

"Bu Jingxian. Where are you?"

"July."

"July?" Bu Jingxian didn't remember having such a surname.

"I was born in July, I remember my parents called it that way."

Bu Jingxian knew that her family must be poor. Only poor people would have such a name. Those who could pass a little will not call their children so casually. He couldn't stop feeling sad. He used to hear his father mentioning how beautiful the world was when the Soul Clan was not invaded and enslaved.

There is no struggle, no class, or even no concept of wealth and poverty. No one knows the meaning of worrying about a livelihood. Everyone follows the will of the soul to pursue freedom, live happily under the power given by the soul, and pursues and explores the deeper mysteries of the soul.

Every soul clan lives with equality, and makes every effort to guide the young people to the path of soul power. Every soul clan has a surname that symbolizes the glory of soul power, not for pride or honor, but only to record and confirm the discoveries in the process of progress.

And the girl in front of her didn't even have her last name. No one would tell her what their world was like a long time ago.

"July, do you want to leave here and gain freedom?"

July was stunned for a moment and asked in disbelief, "Is it possible?"

Bu Jingxian nodded confidently and said, "When I was sent here, I heard that many people fled to Zheng Guo Xiangcheng, and Zheng Guo was willing to accept Korean refugees. This place is only more than ten miles away from Xiangcheng, and the slave owners here are cruel and unkind. Others are worried about their lives. If possible, they will definitely be willing to escape. After observing the situation in the manor in the past few days, there are only dozens of slave workers, but there are more than two hundred slaves!"

July 10, I never thought that Bu Jingxian would say this. Although I couldn’t fully digest and understand it, I couldn’t help but feel admired.

"But where can we go after we escape?"

"What are you afraid of! Even if you beg for food and beggars along the street, you will always have freedom. Is there anything more terrible than being a slave bullied, beaten or even killed for fun?" Bu Jingxian said this and said with a stern tone, which made Qiuyue a little afraid, and she felt that this was very reasonable. So she couldn't help but say: "I want freedom!"

Bu Jingxian smiled.

Seeing that all the children had eaten, they shouted to let An Jing and said their plans to leave.

The children were stunned by the sound of listening, and they all felt that it was incredible and even more impossible to succeed. They were young and weak, and they would not be opponents to adults at all.

Bu Jingxian was ready to speak, and tried his best to persuade and induce him. The children felt that they were favored by him, and they were a little respectful to him. They were very confident in what they said and then wavered the beauty of the future depiction of the escape to Zheng State. They gradually felt less afraid. They all thought they would succeed, and agreed to listen to his orders one by one.

"But we don't even have weapons, and the door is locked and can't get out..."

When a child asked a question, Bu Jingxian had already dug out the short wood from the mud beside the wooden shed, with one end as sharp as a thorn.

"When the person who delivered the meal came, I took action alone. If I failed, I would die alone! If I succeed, you should act according to the plan!"

All the children nodded silently and agreed with concern.

When the meal was delivered, the little slaves felt that life was like a year.

The door of the wooden shed was opened, and a man came in with a large bucket of porridge and a large basket filled with hard-fried steamed buns. The slave put the wooden bucket on the ground and let the little slaves share the food themselves. He opened the basket and grabbed the steamed buns and threw them out randomly. The steamed buns rolled on the ground mixed with snow and mud, and it was completely dirty, but the slaves picked it up and ate it without caring about it. Forget it, the slave workers brought out a bowl of rice and a bowl of meat and vegetables from the basket.

He shouted, "Which little guy is Miss Feng who asked to take care of her? Come out, I don't know what kind of virtues my ancestors have accumulated in their previous life!"

Bu Jingxian took it with him twice and put it on the ground.

The worker slave impatiently urged the slaves who shared the porridge to hurry up, and then scolded and threatened several of them who quarreled and snatched them and threw them out to feed the dogs.

Just as the worker slave was attracted, Bu Jingxian took out the wooden thorn behind him, jumped and rushed forward, betting on the strength of his body to steer the back of the worker slave's neck and stabbed it violently!

With all his strength in his weight, the sharp wooden thorn pierced into the back of the slave's neck in one fell swoop, knocking the slave to the ground. Bu Jingxian quickly turned over and rode on the slave's back, pulled out the wooden thorn, and stabbed the slave's neck hard regardless of everything.

The little slaves were so scared that they didn't dare to make a sound. As the splattered blood quickly stained the mud.

Seeing that the worker slave had no movement, Bu Jingxian finally stopped.

He was not afraid of killing people so cruelly. As soon as he came back, he calmly threw away the wooden thorns, picked up the rice and meat on the ground and poured them into the wooden barrel containing porridge, and rubbed them hard until they felt evenly dispersed.

"Everyone brings bowls! Eat more and we have strength. If I have meat, I will never eat it alone and let everyone drink porridge! If I bring the bowl, I will share it. It is inevitable that there is more meat and less meat. If there is more, no one is jealous and quarrel!"

The hungry children had seen bloody children who soon came to their senses from the bloody killing scene in front of them, and couldn't wait to hand over their broken bowls, watching Bu Jingxian scoop food one by one.

At the end, Bu Jingxian had only half a bowl of rice soup left, and some children wanted to give him some, but he refused harshly.

"If you are willing to believe me, I have the responsibility to make you live as good as possible. Now I don't have anything else. I can still eat less and express my feelings!"

He let the children eat their fill, and then raised their heads to drink the rice soup and took the key from the work slave. He stripped naked the work slave's clothes and shoes to make the thinnest in the crowd put on it. Seeing that everyone drank porridge in one breath, he grabbed the wooden thorn and said, "Go!"

In July, I took a dozen or so little slaves and went straight to the kitchen. The fire was still burning inside, and there was still a lot of prepared food. Everyone found wood and cloth to wrap oil and light it. Each of them grabbed three or four and left in thirteen places.

Not long after, a flame ignited in the manor.

The shouts of shouting sounded loudly in the darkness.

"It's a fire! Someone has killed someone and ran away. Don't sit and wait for death. Kill all the damn work slaves, rob all the property and escape to Zheng State! Zheng State accepts refugees unconditionally, and the country is rich and the people are strong. South Korea will be destroyed by Zheng State sooner or later. Now we don't escape or resist, and when will we wait!"

Thirteen places caught fire, and the place where slaves were closed was already simple. As soon as the fire started, the slaves were scared. When they rushed out, they were at a loss and heard shouting everywhere in the dark night and fires everywhere. Suddenly, some slaves who had lost their relatives and friends turned red and shouted and the situation was immediately chaotic.

But it evolved out of control in a moment.
Chapter completed!