Back to the Ming Dynasty to be a tyrant

The servant on the right, Lou Zhilan, smiled and said: "Yes, I have recorded it. But I am not sure why these supervisors use Japanese slaves? These Japanese slaves are not serious, and the Kunlun slaves died too quickly. .”

Hong Chengchou said with a smile: "Who do not use Japanese slaves for this kind of blood on the hands? When the Kunlun slaves hate it, it is also a matter of Japanese slaves. Daming can only be regarded as ineffective in supervision."

Lou Zhilan gave a thumbs up and said, "My lord is wise."

Hong Chengchou stroked his beard and smiled, and then said: "Also, tell those Japanese slaves not to beat people to death at every turn, so that they can go to work after they are beaten to death? After a few strokes, it will be changed."

It’s good to use Japanese slaves. Those dwarfs are obedient enough, eat less, wear clogs on their feet every day, and patrol the construction site with a barbed whip in their waists. Their loyalty and dedication are even higher than that of big yellow dogs. More than anything.

The most important thing is that those dwarfs are ruthless enough, whether they are against themselves or those Kunlun slaves and prisoners of war under their control-often a little mistake, these dwarfs can beat people up Several whips.

The whips they use have barbs, and a piece of meat can be brought down with a single lash, and with dozens of lashes, there is basically nothing to see on the person's body.

Coupled with the current hygienic conditions and the condition that there is only one doctor in the entire construction site, it is really normal for a few people to die.

Hojo Zaemon with a sky-high braid was beating a lazy Kunlun slave. After seeing Lou Zhilan's arrival, Hojo Zaemon didn't care about the Kunlun slave any more, and just cursed bitterly: "Not yet!" Hurry up and get to work!"

Trotting all the way to the front and back of Lou Zhilan, Hojo Zaemon directly bent over and said, "My lord is here!"

Looking at the upturned braid on Hojo Zaemon's head, Lou Zhilan smiled and said, "Well, I'm here to take a look at the situation on the construction site."

Hojo Zaemon's waist that had just straightened up immediately bent down again: "Hay, the villain will take the adults for a walk?"

Lou Zhilan said: "Alright."

Looking at the construction site in full swing, Lou Zhilan smiled and said: "You, you did a good job. I will ask Master Shangshu for your credit."

Hojo Zaemon was overjoyed, he bowed and said, "Thank you for your promotion, my lord!"

After the two of them walked forward for a while, Lou Zhilan stopped and said, "Beitiao, I have something to tell you."

Hojozaemon bowed and said, "Hai! Please give me your orders, my lord!"

Lou Zhilan said: "Tomorrow there will be tens of thousands of laborers coming. These people are criminals of Ming Dynasty. Tell the people below you to arrange some tiring but not dangerous jobs for them.

Don't treat them the same way you treated Jiannu and Kunlun slaves, otherwise, if something goes wrong, no one can afford it, including this official, understand? "

Hojo Zaemon bent over and said, "Hai! The villain understands!"

Lou Zhilan just nodded, and then began to inspect the construction site.

The more roads he walked, the more Lou Zhilan felt an unexplainable feeling rising in his heart.

The people who worked on the construction site where I came for the first time can be described as distinct.

On one side are the people of Daming, these people are ordinary people in the vicinity, and they were randomly assigned by the local officials to serve in the name of corvee during the slack season - these people can get wages.

These people can work while talking and laughing, and no one cares about them when they are fast or slow. They can even sit and rest for a while when they are tired, and no one cares about them.

The other group consisted of prisoners of war captured by Jian Nu and Lin Danhan, as well as a large number of Kunlun slaves who did not know where to get them—anyway, they were all sent by Jin Yiwei, and they were ruthless.

These people were all castrated. Looking at the way these people were working, Lou Zhilan felt that her crotch was also cold.

None of these people joked, and none dared to sit down and rest.

Once someone is lazy and the dwarf of the supervisor finds out, he will greet him with a barbed whip.

No one stopped it, but the supervisors elsewhere watched and laughed, using these examples to scare the coolies under him.

The scene that made Lou Zhilan feel that her conscience was constantly being tortured happened.

An old Jiannu couldn't hold on any longer, and the cement sleeper he was carrying on his shoulders fell to the ground with a muffled bang.

And this Jian slave itself attracted the whip of the overseer.

The worse the Jiannu screamed, the harder the whip of the overseer Wo Nu was whipped. After dozens of whips, the screams of the Jiannu gradually died down.

The overseer's wonu seemed to understand the strangeness, and after a bah, he pointed to Jiannu, who was obviously still alive, and waved his hand, "Die, die, drag it away, throw it out!"

As for the other Jian slaves and Kunlun slaves, no one cared about everything in front of them at all, as if they were not surprised by it, and what was revealed in their eyes was only boundless death and numbness.

No one knows when the scene in front of them will happen to them. All the people can only wait for that day to come, and there is nothing else to do.

In the eyes of Lou Zhilan, who has read a lot of poetry and books, what kind of railway is this? It is simply a road paved with flesh and blood!

Seeing Lou Zhilan's uneasy expression, Hojo Saemon bowed and asked, "What's wrong with you, my lord?"

After forcefully swallowing her saliva, Lou Zhilan ordered: "Bury the dead ones away from the railway, not too close!"

Hojo Zaemon gave Hay again, and agreed, since the adults of the Celestial Dynasty don't like these coolies being too close to the railway, they should take two more steps and bury them farther away.

Anyway, it was these coolies who dug the pit.

After Lou Zhilan went back and told Hong Chengchou about the railway situation, Hong Chengchou wanted to laugh—Hong Chengchou thought Lou Zhilan's idea was ridiculous.

These are slaves, big animals, not human beings. Isn't it funny to treat them according to human standards?

Look at those Ming people on the construction site, they are human beings, how dare the Japanese slaves treat them?Still let them?

The government still has to pay wages, so what are Japanese slaves?You let them move the people of Ming Dynasty to try?

Lou Zhilan's face was still extremely ugly: "My lord, whether those Jian slaves or Kunlun slaves, after all, they are living people. Even if they are not the same as the people of Ming Dynasty, they shouldn't be allowed to be beaten to death by Japanese slaves, right?"

Hong Chengchou said indifferently: "How many died? Tell Mao Wenlong and Jin Yiwei that we use more labor here, let them get more, and the Ministry of Railways will buy it with money."

Lou Zhilan couldn't believe that these words would come from Hong Chengchou, who is usually quite refined: "My lord?"

Hong Chengchou said with a smile: "Why, do you think this official is cold-blooded? Do you think this official is indifferent to human life?"

Lou Zhilan nodded slightly: "Yes, I don't understand."

Hong Chengchou laughed and said, "Those Jian slaves and Kunlun slaves, who paid a penny in taxes to Daming? Barbarians, ignorant of human language, inhumane, aren't they big animals?

If you don't want them to do these terrible jobs, you have to let the people of Daming do it, otherwise who will do it?Is it the official to do it?Or are you going to do it?

Believe it or not, as long as the lives of the people of Ming Dynasty are thrown on this iron road, sooner or later the official hats on your and my heads will not be saved, even the heads of people will not be saved?

Don't tell me to take your time, what His Majesty wants is the result, not the process.

So in the middle, we can only let Jiannu and Kunlun slaves die, otherwise, we will die, do you understand? "

Chapter 434 I released a monster

Regarding Hong Chengchou's request for more Jian slaves and Kunlun slaves, Emperor Chongzhen directly approved the form and threw it to the Wudu Dudu's Mansion.

For this kind of slave capture, Jin Yiwei gradually figured out where these Kunlun slaves came from—they were all captured by Western barbarians from other continents and then transported by sea to Daming for sale.

And the selling price is not cheap, according to age and physical strength, the most expensive Kunlun slave can even be sold for the price of one or two taels of blessings—ten taels of silver!