I led the Goblin Culture to victory.

Chapter 297 Enjoy it to the fullest

Rumble...

A convoy of vehicles from a manor passed in front of several wandering soldiers.

The people in the convoy instinctively looked over.

A woman grabs the boy and girl next to her.

"Don't be like those idiots."

"Mom, I know."

The girl nodded, her gaze fixed on the few wandering soldiers.

"They even participated in the rebellion."

The boy wrinkled his nose, which made the wandering soldiers feel uncomfortable.

Behind the mother and child, a man noticed their pace slowing and spoke up to remind them.

"Let's go, hurry back and feed the pigs."

Behind him, another man wore a mocking expression.

"Even pigs know how to get fat, but people still cause trouble after eating."

Most of the wandering soldiers standing there heard this and immediately closed their eyes.

But there are always those who can't stand it anymore.

"you--"

"Wow!"

"go back!"

The moment one of them raised his fist, his clansmen thrust their spears at him.

This completely deflated him, and he slumped down.

The three masters and disciples on the high platform and the saintess exchanged a glance.

Li Mosi looked up at the sky.

By this time, the sky had already brightened, and the people had already eaten breakfast.

They were busy working around the pile of bricks next to the fortress.

Most people were busy counting the bricks and loading up the parts of the truck that hadn't been loaded the night before.

A small portion of the convoy that had been loaded earlier set off directly back to the manor.

The clansmen either stood in various places or mingled among the people to maintain order.

As for the wandering soldiers who participated in the rebellion last night but were not killed, Zi Yi arranged for them to stand on the south side of the high platform.

Most convoys have to pass through here.

They can all see these guys.

Li Moss's punishment for them was simple.

Don't you trust the leader? Don't want to work?

Then don't do it!

While others work, he stands still! While others are busy, he watches!

Originally, Ziyi and Zian were thinking of extending their time as slaves.

But the wandering soldiers had already been reduced to slavery to atone for their sins, so this tactic was unlikely to have any effect.

Ziyi and Zian said these things because they knew that these slaves would be freed sooner or later.

But the slave himself didn't know that!

In the local people's understanding, being a slave meant being a slave for generations, which was only slightly better than death.

When the verdict was announced, Zi Yi did not say that they would be given their freedom.

Talking about this again will only make them misunderstand.

If you can't attack the body, then attack the mind.

So Li Mosi decided to kill them.

This is a good opportunity to suppress the excessive sense of self-awareness in the wandering soldiers.

These people actually want to do the work of soldiers!

They need to be made aware that they are now just slaves.

Hence the present scene.

Eight vagrant soldiers who had survived their crimes stood on the southern side of the high platform, surrounded by several tribesmen watching them.

Being pointed at and gossiped about by the leaders of several different groups, these guys felt like bugs were crawling all over them!

Not to mention that besides having to stand there while the people work, they don't even get a share of the food!

I'm starving!

I was already hungry after playing around until midnight, and then I didn't get to eat breakfast in the morning.

The eight wandering soldiers felt visibly weak, their bodies shriveled up like dried meat slices.

Just now, someone finally couldn't take it anymore!

Then, in a fit of anger, he snapped.

But the morning has only just begun.

More convoys will likely pass by next.

Because of the long distance, the Donghe Manor convoy, which had been hastily loaded with stone bricks and was about to set off, was among them.

Since Zwan was selected as one of the smartest people, the caravan was led only by the four soldiers from the manor and the clansmen in charge of overseeing the work.

"Idiot..."

"You're eating quite well right now..."

The four soldiers had to lead the team, and at most they would just glance at it and mutter a word.

But the people had plenty of time to slow down and take a look around for a while.

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Bank, who was on the far side of the group, stopped and began to look him over.

"These people..."

He didn't know what to say.

There's so much I want to say.

Under the leader's management, they not only had enough to eat, but also had meat and oil at every meal.

He never dared to imagine such a life, not even when he was a free man, let alone as a slave!

As a result, these slaves even participated in a rebellion...

This cannot be described simply as ungrateful.

"Let's go. Quickly."

When Walter saw Bank smirking at the eight wandering soldiers and even stop in his tracks, he quickly urged Bank to hurry up.

Don't learn from these idiots.

"I'm not so stupid that medicine can't cure me."

Bank quickly followed, subconsciously touching the vines hanging around his neck.

"I am absolutely loyal to the leader."

Seeing the movement in his hand, Walter subconsciously pressed down on his chest.

He smiled when he confirmed that the pendant was still there.

"If they can't be loyal to their leader, who can they be loyal to?"

It's just a pity for the pig farmer.

Seeing that he didn't have many sheep left, Walter simply came to do the work himself, leaving the sheep at home to the pig farmer and sheepdog.

As a result, he received the reward.

From now on, you can get three days' worth of food for every day you work, and even your family can get it?

pity.

"Ugh."

He also needs to figure out how to pay this year's taxes, and figuring out how to restore the number of the remaining sheep is also a problem.

Why are you sighing?

Hearing the question beside them, Walter and Bank turned to look.

He was the blacksmith Misser's brother, and he had a smile on his face.

He also had his younger sister with him.

Misser's sister pursed her lips slightly, looking a little embarrassed.

Misser was busy repairing the tools, and only his younger siblings came to work.

Seeing the expressions on the siblings' faces, Bank looked at Walter.

Walter tensed up slightly.

"What's wrong?"

Misser's brother spoke, uttering words he had prepared beforehand.

"Walter, you know, my sister likes you a lot."

As he spoke, he turned slightly to the side and pulled his younger sister forward a little.

Walter opened his mouth, only then remembering the name he had been suppressing for so long.

"Annina..."

He never uttered that name again after that beast tide.

Everyone was busy trying to recover from the disaster, and all emotions were as immobile as a mouse pinned down by a stone.

After being able to eat their fill for the past few days, their spirits have begun to recover somewhat.

"Hmm, Walter..."

Annina wore a shy smile, her hands unconsciously clutching the hem of her dress.

Bank turned his head; he simply couldn't bear to watch any longer.

Witnessing Walter's love made him feel terrible!

Each of the four people was experiencing different emotions.

Soon, regardless of what they were thinking, they were all drawn by a shout.

"Your niece is only eight or nine years old! My son is older than her! Don't treat me like a madman!"

The voice was urgent and loud, causing all four of them to turn around and look.

In the distance, they noticed that everyone around them was looking in that direction.

The source of the sound was old Hans, on the other side of the convoy.

Standing beside him was an adult slave with an awkward smile on his face.

"well--"

A faint sigh rose from the convoy.

That was old Han's eldest son, who was already an adult and had started his own family.

All joy, excitement, and relaxation are fleeting; busyness ultimately diminishes everything.

As noon approached, the aroma of food drew the people's attention.

Zi Yi spoke and gave the order.

"Dinner's ready!"

The people glanced at the sun instinctively, then remembered the reward promised the night before.

"Oh right! We had lunch too!"

"Thank you, Chief!"

"This is so enjoyable!"