Seeing the slaves being escorted up, the gorgeously dressed nobles around the venue stopped talking, looked at the slaves who were escorted up one by one, and made a lot of comments there.

A middle-aged nobleman looked up at the sun in the sky, said softly, and gestured to the soldiers around him.

Some entourages took out the incense, inserted it on the ground, and lit it. The nobles began to kneel on the ground and prayed to the lighted incense.

Then, someone took out a copperware and sprinkled some of the vegetation ashes in the copperware around the open area, delineating a range on the ground.

Then, a witch dressed like a goddess, covered with colorful feathers, holding a wooden pole tied with colorful cloth strips in her hand, began to appear, and jumped up in the clearing with two feet. Switching around on the ground, upside down, muttering words in the mouth, and from time to time, holding the wooden pole in his hand and swinging it around...

After finishing the dance, the witch stopped and the nobles nodded.

"It's auspicious time, open the festival!"

With this voice, the dozen or so slaves who were escorted up cried and struggled.

"Mom, I'm afraid, I'm afraid..." The little girl in the slave exclaimed, desperately trying to hide in her mother's arms.

An old slave with gray hair, crying, put another little boy in his arms, and covered the little boy's eyes with one hand, and several slaves were struggling.

But the struggles of those slaves are useless.

The soldiers who were holding them pressed all the adults to kneel on the ground, stepped on their feet, raised their swords, and their heads were chopped off, each with a fearful and painful look. Rolling to the ground.

The blood of the adults whose heads were chopped off was splashed on the children's bodies, and on their faces, those children were scared to cry, and some were scared and fainted.

"Mom, mom..." The little slave girl watched the body of her mother who had lost her head fall down. She was sitting in a pool of blood, her eyes sluggish. It was just her mother, her mother screamed, trying to grab her mother's head...

The blood of the old slave holding the little boy dripped from the little boy's head, staining the little boy into a blood man.

Even in the world beads, even if he knew what would happen, but witnessing this cruel scene with his own eyes, Xia Ping An couldn't bear to close his eyes.

In the slave society, this kind of thing is very common.

If Xia Pingan were to find the two most cruel Chinese characters in the history of China where slavery existed, these two Chinese characters would be "foundation."

In this era, every time slave owners want to build a new high-rise Huawu palace mansion, they will hold a foundation laying ceremony, and slaves will become victims of this foundation laying ceremony. When the house starts, the slaves will be alive. Kill, use your own bones, lay it under the high-rise Chinese house, and use your own flesh and blood to become the building materials of the high-rise Chinese house of the slave owners.

In addition to the time of construction, when the foundation is being laid, when the wall is being cast, when the gate is built, and when it is completed, slaves will be killed and used for sacrifices to the house.

The slave owners felt that by doing so, they could bless their high-rise buildings and houses to stand tall and prosper.

Among the many archaeological excavations in later generations, under the relics of the gorgeous buildings of this era are the bones of slaves, blood and tears. Just a palace site in Huannan, it used 889 living people to lay the foundation.

The broken necks of the slaves whose heads were chopped off were bloody, and the luxuriously dressed slave owners looked at all this with a smile, and then ordered the soldiers to drag the bodies of the dead slaves around the clearing a few times. .

The soldiers raised the feet of the slaves, breaking their necks against the ground, so that all the blood in the slaves' bodies could be forced out, and the blood sprayed by the slaves could be poured over the high-rise houses they were building. on the ground.

Xia Ping An and the other slaves were watching.

When the blood of the corpses whose heads had been chopped off was completely drained, some of the slaves in front were driven forward, and several large pits were dug in the ground. One of the large pits belonged to the adults whose heads were chopped off. The corpse, and the children, were thrown into another pit, without beheading, and directly buried alive.

In the end, this groundbreaking ceremony was completed.

The slave owners who completed the groundbreaking ceremony looked up at the scorching sun above their heads, and then sat in the carriage and left with a contented smile, leaving the overseers and soldiers guarding here.

"Hurry up, work..." The overseers waved their whips and beat the slaves, and began to direct the slaves to work and move construction materials.

"Bah..." Xia Pingan carried a piece of wood, and the leather whip was drawn on him.

"Hurry up, don't be lazy..." the supervisor yelled.

looked around at the soldiers with weapons and armors around, Xia Pingan moved things silently without saying a word.

The slaves worked silently until it got dark and everyone was exhausted. The overseers and soldiers took Xia Ping'an and them back to their homes.

Xia Ping'an walked in Chaoge City and looked at the capital of the Yin and Shang Dynasty. The houses of the slave owners in this era are very easy to distinguish. Almost all the slave owners live in the large and small ones that are fairly exquisite and tall. Inside the heavy house, the civilians live in relatively low "suite rooms" or "single houses".

A "single house" is a separate room, and a "suite room" is also very simple. It is two connected rooms with a door in the middle. In the common people's room, the biggest furniture is a soil bed and a fire stove.

The slaves were not qualified to house. Xia Pingan and the others were driven into some simple sheds and crypts. The sheds were built with the simplest pieces of wood and grass, and the crypts were just like holes dug in the ground. Doghouse, no, in the eyes of many slave owners, the life of a slave is not worth a good dog.

The underground was dark and damp. Many of the slaves around Xia Ping'an lived in the crypt for a long time, and the joints on their hands and feet were a bit twisted. At first sight, they suffered from very serious rheumatism.

As for the food of the slaves, some cakes made from bran and some gruel made from bran.

Xia Pingan took a piece of scorched bran bread, silently squatting in the straw shed, looking at the people in front of him.

The slaves live a life that is worse than a pig and a dog.

The hatred is buried in the heart, everyone's appearance looks the same dirty and numb, it seems that they are soulless bodies.

This kind of life lasted for five full days. By the sixth day, the foundation had not been completely laid, Xia Ping'an and the others stopped work.

That night, they had an unprecedented meal of noodles and millet porridge.

That day, Xia Pingan heard the supervisor chatting with the soldiers, saying that King Wu's army had come.

The atmosphere in Chaoge City became tense~www.mtlnovel.com~ The nobles who lived in the "Si Ah Chong House" were anxious.

On the seventh day, all the slaves in Chaoge City were organized, issued weapons, and taken to Muye. All the slaves knew that King Wu's army was opened.

When King Wu's army did not come, the slaves were just sacrificial items for the nobles in the "four-ah heavy house". They could be killed and buried at will, and they lived like pigs and dogs.

The army of King Wu came, and the nobles gave the slaves a delicious meal, and then issued weapons to the slaves, and let the slaves go to the battlefield to protect the nobles and desperately.

For the nobles, everything seems to be a matter of course, as it should be.

Just for the slaves, an inexplicable breath agitated in the slaves, agitated like Mars.

Slaves have no status, humble as grass, but not stupid.

Even a dog knows who is good to it, and it will wag its tail to whom, let alone a person.

Will a dog desperately protect a person who beats it with a stick at any time, abuses it, kills it at every turn, and kills its wives, children, old and young?

Dogs can't! Not only won't, the dog will definitely bark at that person, growl, wishing to transform into a wolf and tear that person's throat apart.

Then why would a group of slave owners in Chaoge City take it for granted that the slaves who were taken by them to lay the foundation for the house palace would protect their house palace?

Xia Ping An has never wanted to understand this question.

Between the slave and the slave owner, there must be one who is more stupid than the dog, and the other is smarter than the dog, otherwise such an unbelievable arrangement would not appear.

At dawn on the eighth morning, Xia Pingan saw the army of King Zhou Wu on the vast pastoral field...