Golden Summoner

Seeing the slaves being led up, the richly dressed nobles surrounding the venue stopped talking and looked at the slaves being led up one by one, making comments there.

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

Some followers took out incense, inserted it on the ground, and lit it. The nobles began to kneel on the ground and worship and pray to the lit incense.

Then, someone took out a bronze vessel and sprinkled some plant ash in the bronze vessel around the open space, defining a range on the ground.

Then, a witch dressed like a goddess, with colorful feathers all over her body, and a wooden pole tied with colorful cloth strips began to appear. She jumped up in the open space with two feet. Shifting around on the ground, turning upside down, mumbling words, and occasionally waving the wooden pole around...

After the dance was over, the witch exited and the nobles nodded.

The auspicious time has come, let's start the festival!

As this sound appeared, the more than ten slaves who were led up cried and struggled.

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

An old slave with gray hair was crying. He held another little boy in his arms and covered the little boy's eyes with one hand. Several slaves were struggling.

But the struggles of those slaves were in vain.

The soldiers who were escorting them forced all the adults to kneel on the ground, stepped on their feet, raised their swords, and chopped off their heads one by one. The heads with fearful and painful expressions were cut off. Rolled to the ground.

The blood of the adults whose heads had been chopped off spattered on the bodies and faces of the children. The children were so frightened that they cried, and some were frightened and fainted.

Mom, mom... The little slave girl watched her headless mother's body fall down, sitting in a pool of blood, her eyes dull, but her mother, her mother's cry, wanted to grab her mother's head...

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

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Even in the Boundary Pearl, even though he already knew what would happen, Xia Pingan couldn't bear to close his eyes after witnessing this inhumane scene.

This was common in slave societies.

If Xia Pingan was asked 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, whenever slave owners wanted to build a new high-rise palace or mansion, a foundation-laying ceremony would be held, and slaves would become the victims of this foundation-laying ceremony-when the construction of the house started, the slaves would be killed alive Kill, use your own bones to lay them under the tall buildings and luxurious houses, and use your own flesh and blood to become the building materials for the slave owners' tall buildings and luxurious houses.

In addition to the time when construction begins, when the foundation is laid, when the walls are cast, when the gate is installed, and when the building is completed, slaves will be killed to offer sacrifices to the house.

Slave owners believed that by doing so, they could keep their tall buildings and mansions standing and their wealth and prosperity continue.

Among the many archaeological excavations of later generations, under the remains of the gorgeous buildings of this era, there are piles of corpses of slaves, stained with blood and tears. Just one palace ruins in Hunan used 889 living people to lay the foundation.

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The broken necks of the decapitated slaves were bleeding profusely. The luxuriously dressed slave owners looked at all this with smiles, and then ordered the soldiers to drag the corpses of the dead slaves around the open space several times. .

The soldiers raised the slaves' feet and placed their broken necks on the ground, so that all the blood in the slaves' bodies could be forced out. The blood sprayed by the slaves was sprinkled all over the walls of the high-rise mansion they were going to build. on the ground.

Xia Pingan and the other slaves were watching from the side.

After the blood of the decapitated corpses was completely drained, some of the slaves in front were driven forward and several large pits were dug on the ground. One of the large pits contained the remains of the adults who had their heads cut off. The corpses and the children were thrown into another pit and buried alive without beheading.

Finally, the groundbreaking ceremony was completed.

The slave owners who completed the groundbreaking ceremony looked up at the scorching sun above their heads, and then left in carriages with satisfied smiles, leaving overseers and soldiers to guard the place.

Hurry up, work... The overseers waved their whips and hit the slaves, and began to direct the slaves to work and carry construction materials.

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Pa... Xia Pingan moved a piece of wood and whipped him with the whip.

Hurry up, don't be lazy... the overseer yelled.

Looking at the soldiers holding weapons and armor around him, Xia Pingan moved things silently without saying a word.

The slaves worked silently until it got dark and everyone was exhausted. Only then did the supervisors and soldiers escort Xia Pingan and the others back to their homes.

Xia Ping'an walked in Chao Ge City and looked at the capital of the Yin and Shang Dynasties. The houses of slave owners in this era were easy to distinguish. Almost all slave owners lived in Si'a, large and small, which were relatively exquisite and tall. Double houses, while 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 rooms connected together with a door in the middle. In a commoner's room, the largest furniture is an earthen bed and a stove.

Slaves were not qualified to live in houses. Xia Pingan and the others were driven into some simple sheds and crypts. The sheds were built with the simplest wood and grass leaves, and the crypts were holes dug underground, like Doghouse, no, in the eyes of many slave owners, the life of a slave is not as valuable as a good dog.

The underground was dark and damp. Many of the slaves around Xia Pingan had some twisted joints in their hands and feet because they had lived in the cave for a long time. They appeared to be suffering from very serious rheumatic bone disease.

As for the food of the slaves, it was some bran pancakes and some boiled gruel.

Xia Pingan held a piece of burnt bran cake and squatted silently in the hut, looking at the people in front of him.

Slaves lived a life worse than pigs and dogs.

Hatred is buried in their hearts, and everyone's appearance looks the same, dirty and numb, as if they are soulless bodies.

This kind of life lasted for five full days. On the sixth day, the foundation had not been completely laid, so Xia Pingan 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 was coming.

The atmosphere in Chaoge City became tense, and the nobles living in the Si A Chong House were panicked.

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

When King Wu's army did not attack, the slaves were just sacrificial objects for the nobles in the Si A Chong House. They could be killed and buried at will, and lived like pigs and dogs.

King Wu's army came, and the nobles gave the slaves a delicious meal, and then gave the slaves weapons, and asked the slaves to go to the battlefield and fight to protect the nobles.

To the noble people, everything seems to be going smoothly, just as it should be.

But for the slaves, an inexplicable aura is restless among the slaves, as restless as Mars.

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

Even a dog knows that it will wag its tail to whomever is nice to it, let alone a person.

Would a dog desperately protect a person who would beat it with a stick at any time, abuse it, kill it at every turn, and kill its wife, children, and children?

Dogs don’t! Not only would it not happen, the dog would definitely bare its teeth and growl at that person, wishing it could turn into a wolf and tear that person's throat to shreds.

Then why do a group of slave owners in Chaoge City take it for granted that the thousands of slaves they use to lay the foundations of their houses and palaces will protect their houses and palaces?

Xia Pingan has never thought about this problem.

Between the slave and the slave owner, there must be one who is dumber than a dog and the other who is smarter than a dog, otherwise such an incredible arrangement would not have happened.

At dawn on the morning of the eighth day, Xia Pingan saw King Wu of Zhou's army on the vast pasture...