If I let you farm, will you become the emperor of the empire?

Today is the 86th day since Roman came to Sig Town.

Daken last came to Sig Town more than a month ago.

During this period of time, the number of people in his caravan has increased significantly, to about 20.

He changed from a grocery business to a salt and slave trader.

This was mainly due to what Roman said to him: Sig Town would use salt to buy all the slaves he had.

The promise of the nobles gave Daken enough confidence.

He hired a lot of guards and even rented two medium-sized transport merchant ships from the Bay Port.

This kind of merchant ship is made by overlapping. The hull is short and wide, about ten meters long and three or four meters wide. The cargo capacity is very large. It is not a problem to stuff seventy or eighty slaves into the cabin. When necessary, they can also be used as rowers.

The slaves he transported last time died due to multiple factors such as crowding and hunger.

Daken did not repeat the same mistake this time. Even the daily standard ration has been increased from half a catty of grains in the past to eight taels of grains today.

The six boats were filled with heads.

People were next to each other, squeezed, pressed, and stacked.

It looked like the legendary slave ship.

After passing through the rapids of the Silver Dragon Canyon, except for two slaves who unfortunately fell off the boat and drowned, Daken arrived at the town of Sger without any trouble.

When Roman arrived at the dock with the guards.

He saw the slaves in the distance at a glance, and the number of heads was even greater than last time.

The horse stopped moving forward.

Roman pulled the reins, and it could only pace in place.

Daken trotted to Roman, bowed first, and then said: "Master Roman, I have more than 400 slaves on the boat now."

To be precise, there are 417 slaves in total.

This is the result of his hard work for a month.

These days, he didn't eat or sleep well, and he went to various places. In order to gather these slaves, it can be said that he mortgaged all his assets on this.

Roman did not disappoint Daken. He sat on his horse and looked at people with his nose, and just hummed lightly.

This showed that he accepted all the slaves.

The merchant happily discussed the specific details of the transaction with Seth.

In the end, the town of Sger offered a price of 40 kilograms of salt for each slave, an average of 8 copper coins to buy one slave, which was lower than the market price.

The average price of slaves last time was 1 silver coin, and nearly 200 slaves were exchanged for 4,000 kilograms of salt, and Roman paid a deposit of 10 gold coins in advance.

But this was buying horse bones with a thousand gold coins, and using the method of moving wood to establish trust to establish trust to establish trust.

Don't think about selling at the high price last time.

Daken also knew this reason, so he had no dissatisfaction.

He knew that the quality of his batch of slaves was slightly better than the previous batch, but it was still difficult to sell at a high price, let alone exchange for a large amount of salt.

After sending them to the town of Sger, he was able to take away more than 16,000 kilograms of salt, which at least brought him a profit of more than 60 gold coins.

This means that he can double his worth every time through the trade of slaves and salt.

Daken couldn't wait to load the salt onto the ship. He was completely overwhelmed by the huge profits. He quickly left the town of Sger and began to eagerly prepare for the next transaction.

Looking at the back of Daken's merchant ship leaving.

Roman waved his hand.

Mor came to him immediately.

Roman gestured and said, "Ask the food camp to make a meal quickly and build a shelter..."

These slaves are now his property. If they starve to death, he will also suffer losses.

Let's have a meal first, and don't think about housing for the time being.

The livestock shed can't sleep so many people.

Roman had to temporarily build a shelter in the forest or on the grass for them to spend a few nights.

It's early summer now, and the temperature at night is not freezing.

"Yes, yes." Mor nodded continuously.

Now there is a shortage of manpower everywhere in Sige Town. It is obviously unrealistic to expect the new slaves to work on the same day. Roman had to pull out the calves in Sige Town and come to the food camp to help cook or build shelters.

It must be said that these calves are becoming more and more convenient to use. Although they can't do big things, they are like bricks and can be moved wherever they are needed.

No wonder children over ten years old are regarded as basic labor.

...

It was getting close to dusk.

He brought his sister to the place where they got food.

The ten guards in the distance stood tall, holding spears with steel-cast spearheads flashing cold light.

They shouted every half a minute to warn the slaves in line.

"Don't cut in line! Don't squeeze! Each person is one step apart! If you dare to squeeze forward again, I will teach you how powerful you are!"

There were some bloodstains on the ground, proving that this was true.

Before the carriage brought food, the guards asked them to line up.

However, facing the smell of food wafting from the carriage, most slaves couldn't control their bodies and rushed forward at the same time.

The situation got out of control immediately. The guards, who stood in a row like a solid wall, immediately stood in front of the carriage to stop them.

After several failed persuasions, they decisively used force to suppress the crowd, wielding spears and mercilessly beating the crowded crowd, leaving them with bruises and bloody heads.

Fortunately, he saw that the situation was not good, so he quickly pulled his sister back and hid, escaping the disaster.

Finally, after more than ten minutes of delay, the queue order was restored.

There were wooden barrels, baskets, and piles of wooden bowls and plates on the carriage.

The woman who served the food was a white-haired woman with a strong body, about thirty or forty years old.

He knew that most white-haired people basically came from the northern land, and he had heard from his father's generation about the horror legends about the frost giants and those giant beasts in that land.

The woman's movements were very skillful. She picked up the iron spoon and scooped a full bowl in the wooden barrel.

The soup was very thick and did not splash at all.

Another woman put a wooden bowl full of mixed vegetable soup, three thick slices of black bread, and two small wooden sticks on the plate.

After seeing the queue take away the plate, the winter woman shouted: "Next!"

After the slave in front of him left, he also became the slave standing in front.

He held the wooden plate and waited for his sister behind him to take the meal. The two did not wolf down the food on the spot like other slaves, and then were expelled by the guards. Instead, they came under a tree, leaned on the big tree, and ate slowly under the shade of the big tree.

The younger sister quickly recovered from her seasickness and said nothing more.

She held the two wooden sticks with her five fingers, picked up the vegetables in the bowl, and then tilted her head to bite the cabbage hanging on the stick.

"Brother, there is meat." She suddenly said in surprise.

He also saw the meat in his bowl when he was stirring the mixed vegetable soup.

Originally, he wanted to see if there were any stones or gravel, but he found that the purity of this bowl of soup was amazing. After a light taste, he found that the main ingredients of this bowl of soup were not all vegetables. It should be mixed with white flour, salt and meat.

Since there was in his bowl, there must be in the younger sister's bowl.

After all, their meals were scooped out from the same wooden barrel.

"Eat quickly." He just reminded her twice.

The two of them ate in a daze.

"Brother, the master here is really good. It would be great if every meal was so good."

The younger sister licked the corner of her mouth. Although she was young, she was forced to understand a lot in this era.

She had seen the plight of slaves in the small fishing village, and was afraid that she would also end up in such a miserable situation when she was on the boat.

It is better to die than to live.

She was afraid every day. After that displaced journey and the last turbulent rapids, could they settle down?

Now it seems that they might.

But no one can say what their next meal will be, and this may be the best meal.

The slave traders only feed them those hard-to-swallow leftovers every day.

"Maybe."

Hearing his sister's words, the figure riding a white horse and carrying a big bow appeared in his mind. The man was wearing hunting clothes, and his clothes were stained with obvious blood. He looked noble and heroic as if he had returned from hunting.

The slave traders also had to kowtow in front of him, like a pug wagging its tail to beg for reward.

After he ate and recovered his strength, he thought of that scene and felt a warm current surging in his body, just like the waves in his heart surging and the fierce tide sweeping the beach.

He could feel the source of that emotion.

That was the blood flowing in his heart. The raging fire left after the burning of the small fishing village!

Hatred would not disappear because of becoming a slave, it would only smolder in the heart.

When he saw the figure walking on the light, the flames burst into flames!

He was extremely eager.

If he had power and authority, he would never have fallen to this point!

Every day he spent as a slave, on the ship, on the road, he was in pain and regret all the time.

He hated his powerlessness and regretted his weakness.

But no one could hear the anger in his heart, and no one could hear the roar of a slave.

Because the voice of a slave could not be heard in this era!

He could only lie dormant, just like an ordinary slave. The first task before him was to survive.

Survive!

Look for opportunities!

Get the appreciation of the nobles!

He would climb up at all costs!

Get power, get strength, and fight back!

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