Indestructible Primordial Spirit

After Lu Yang left, Lu Buqi stopped the job at hand, looked at the list in his hand, and fell into contemplation.

Indeed, it is not difficult to buy more than 10,000 slaves, it is just a matter of money, nearly one billion. This is an astronomical figure, but it is not much for the Lu family who runs a county.

However, it is not a small job to place more than 10,000 slaves. Normally, the best way for families to deal with these slaves is to divide them into slaves of different natures and assign them to different places to do things. Such as mountain slaves, serfs, Zen slaves and worker slaves.

As Lu Yang said, these slaves were used to "build virtues", so if they were arranged in such an ordinary way, this meaning would be lost.

This kind of all-inclusive acquisition has more than 10,000 slaves, all kinds of slaves, old and weak. Of course, the vast majority are still strong men and women with complete labor, and there are also some martial arts soldiers with basic force, and even a few warriors who have been trained in Bone Ming Realm.

Nian Yan and Cheng Zhi have been standing quietly beside Lu Buqi. They looked at the densely packed names on the list, and they looked at Lu Buqi's back again, and felt the great shore of their master more and more.

If it wasn't for Lu not abandoning these words, these slaves would still have to wander around with the slave trafficking team; if it were not for Lu Abandon, their mother and son would probably be one of them.

"My decision has a bearing on the fate of more than 10,000 of them!" Lu Buqiang bit his lower lip lightly: "Nianyan and Chengzhi, come with me and see these slaves!"

The mother and the child looked at each other, and Nian Yan and Cheng Zhi focused their heads without any doubt.

The black and white dragon and horse car ran all the way out of Hongshan County and headed for Weirong Army Camp in the east. Wei Rong barracks is not far from the county town. The black and white dragon and horse car arrived a short time after leaving the city.

More than 10,000 slaves were settled in the woods outside the barracks, with thousands of Wei Rong soldiers guarding them.

The black and white dragon horse car was stopped by a dry soldier outside the barracks, but Lu Buqiu's current name is a golden signboard. When he appeared, those fine soldiers became respectful even though they did not know him.

Lu did not abandon his eyes and fell on a large wooden cart full of noise outside the bamboo forest: "What are you doing?"

"If you don't abandon the words of the young master, it's almost noon, and I'll cook for the slaves."

Lu did not abandon his heart and understood, and drove over in a carriage, because the noise of the scene became even more noisy.

"This is our uncle's eldest grandson, Lu Shan, who will not give up and not give up on the young master. He comes to inspect the work. You slaves don't make any more noise, otherwise the whip will serve!" On the outer edge, one of the slaves near the wooden food cart was crippled.

"What's the situation?" Lu Buqiang looked at the dozen or so fire fighters in white apron.

An older fireman responded: "I have seen a master who has never given up. These slaves have just been registered and have not yet made their slave badges. More than 10,000 people with rice are prone to repeated receipts. In the end, there is clearly enough A lot of food, but some people can't eat it. Now the brothers are thinking about a good way ... "

Lu refused to ask: "Did you think of it?"

The fireman nodded, but shook his head again: "I thought of some methods, such as using quarantine to distribute all efforts out of the forest, and those who received the food returned to the forest. But this speed is too slow, Returning labor to move the crowd ... "

Lu never gave up and nodded: "In this way, it is simple to clarify the responsibility to the unit. Let each slave of these slaves be divided into one team, and each team shall deduce one person who is fair and capable to convince the public. Representative. This representative is responsible for receiving and distributing food. If any team is unfair in sharing food, it is true that the representative will be punished according to the severity of the situation. "

After a pause, Lu never looked at Lin Zhong: "If this hundred delegates are still afraid of mistakes, prepare more than a hundred white cloth armbands, write the numbers, and distribute them to these delegates as vouchers for receipt of vouchers!"

Nian Yan and Cheng Zhi also came out at this time, and Nian Yan repeatedly nodded: "Master Yingming, this method saves time and effort, and it is very effective."

The soldiers nodded one after another, and the fire fighters were delighted: "It is too smart to not abandon the young master. This method is very good. We only need to divide these thousands of gold food into more than one hundred servings."

Here, the leader of Wei Rongbing has sent someone to convey the order. This order goes on. The slaves waiting for the distribution of food have no objection and look for a team of 100 people who are suitable for them.

In fact, these slaves have been purchased collectively and sent here for almost a day. In this time, many people have gathered into different groups due to geographical, language, and habitual reasons. This is a social life. An instinct. In these different groups, some people have already become the core figures of a certain circle because of their charm and ability.

Soon, 108 people were selected as representatives, wearing white armbands. It seems that when he heard this figure, Lu Buqi could not help but chuckled, his heart moved darkly, which sounded like a hundred and eighty-five leeches.

The issue of food distribution has been satisfactorily resolved. On average, everyone can get three or two foods. This is a very good treatment for the slaves, and the slave group has never sent any resentment.

When the slaves were eating, Lu Buqiu refused to accompany Wei Rongbing and took the mother and son of Nian Yan into the forest.

Looking at the face with vegetables, feeling those blank eyes, Lu Buqi could not help but think of his first visit to the slave market.

Lu Buqi is not a cold-blooded person, even a soft-hearted person. This can be seen from that time when he could not bear to see Nian Yan killed, and did not know that Nian Yan was separated from Cheng Zhi's mother and child.

If put in the previous life, the dark-level slaughter Lu Qiu is a bodhisattva-like person with compassion and compassion. Such news may make everyone in the underground world laugh at big teeth.

But this is indeed the case. Looking at these people ... seeing the muddy tears in the eyes of the old people, seeing the dirty bodies of the children, looking at the clothes worn on the women, Lu Buqi did not shed tears of pity, But my mind was a little more subjective and active.

Just as Lu never gave up thinking, a strong wind accompanied by a sound of bones sounded like a slave man with a white armband on his arm.

Who is Lu Buqi? The four-blooded warrior is better than the nine-blooded warrior. How can he fall under such a surprise attack?

One-handed one backhand, a capture and then changed hands to subdue the man: "What do you want?"

It happened suddenly, but it was a foregone conclusion, but it caused a big uproar. Obviously, many slaves didn't know that this man would suddenly shoot.

"What am I going to do? I want to live, catch you and live!" The man struggled desperately, but Lu never gave up his hands like a hoop, how could he get rid of it.

Here we have been paying attention to the Wei Rong soldiers who have never left the land. When they saw this situation, they were terrified. They ran into a small team of soldiers, and the Wei Rong leader was also there. Suddenly shot, it is necessary to kill this hard-working man.

How dare they attack Lu's grandson, this is definitely a death sentence in their thoughts.

Lu did not abandon the one-handed area and took the man out of the scope of the single-pole attack. The Wei Rong leader mistakenly retracted the sword: "Don't give up on master, are you okay?"

"It's okay!" Lu Buqi replied: "You step back first, I will deal with it myself."

The leader of Wei Rong heard the words, and only glanced at the man severely, while watching the slaves around him vigilantly. If Lu Buqi had something in his jurisdiction, he would find a place to himself Hanged.