There were two very important reasons why the Central Valley wasn't in chaos. The first reason was that the Desolate people were too scattered and had no way of fighting back against the City of Sin.
The second reason was that the Central Valley didn't have enough armed forces to pose any threat to the City of Sin. The Hellfire under Chuck's leadership was already considered the strongest, but they were still forced to flee from the City of Sin.
Therefore, these farms definitely had an advantage against the Desolate people. As for the strange beasts, as long as they didn't encounter any particularly powerful ones, they wouldn't be much of a threat.
But against the Hellfire's attack, Gao Qi didn't even need to do anything. Wang Ke's little trick was enough to take down the farm.
Wang Ming Yuan was calling for people to gather the spoils of war together, but he found that not many of the Hellfire's members were willing to listen to him. After his sarcastic and angry scolding didn't have any effect, he finally found that the slaves were more useful.
They would do whatever they were told to do, they wouldn't disobey, they wouldn't talk back, and they definitely wouldn't just stand there and do their work. So Wang Ming Yuan quickly picked a few obedient slaves and painstakingly brought them to count the spoils of war.
"You, the few of you, move these things out and put them where they are."
Holding a book in one hand and a pen in the other, Wang Ming Yuan quickly recorded it down. He looked around and said, "Alright, you can now participate in the public trial. Remember to vote, this is the right you have now. You can decide the life and death of your previous master."
There were a total of ten slaves. They looked at each other, but no one moved.
Wang Ming Yuan put down his pen and looked at the oldest slave in front of him in confusion, "You've lived through the old era, you know the meaning of voting, right? And the importance of voting, do you know? "
The slave who looked like his hair and beard had turned white was wearing a baseball cap without a brim. After losing the brim, his cap looked very ridiculous.
But the slave still took off his cap and respectfully said to Wang Ming Yuan, "Doctor, I don't want to be a jury, because I don't want to convict my previous master. I also don't want to be a witness to testify against anyone."
Wang Ming Yuan said curiously, "As I said, this is not a jury, and you are not a witness. You just have the right to vote again. You can express your opinion."
The old man grabbed the hat in his hand and lowered his head. "Doctor, I'm 62 years old this year. I have indeed experienced the old era, but the president I voted for is a liar and a fool. I don't think my vote has any meaning. Now I'm a slave, but what's wrong with that? Yes, I've lost my freedom, but I don't have to worry about being eaten by beasts in the middle of the night. I don't have to worry about falling sick and dying. Most importantly, I don't have to starve like before. I think … being a slave isn't that bad. Although Mrs. Hunter is a little mean, she's not that bad. Miss Mary is very kind. I don't want to vote for them to die, so I don't want to vote. "
Wang Ming Yuan pursed his lips and then frowned. "Well, the right to vote and the right to vote are two different things. Also, this is a public trial. It's a trial. You don't have to kill them. You said … Okay, I understand. How long have you been a slave?"
"It's been ten years, Doctor. By the way, my wife was killed by an exotic beast, as well as my two sons. I was once on the verge of starving to death. But in these ten years, other than the first year that was a little worse, well, I've actually been doing pretty well.
Wang Ming Yuan thought for a moment and said, "Yes, relatively speaking, you've been living a good life. Okay, I understand. Now go and vote. If you don't want someone to die, then vote for her to live. If you want to save her, then go and vote. Don't try to avoid responsibility in front of me. Don't I understand? F * ck, it's too difficult to communicate with people with mental retardation. My only flaw is that I can't adapt to their way of thinking! Now! Go and vote for me! "
Wang Ming Yuan was angry, so the slaves who thought he was very kind were forced to go to the group of slaves and vote for their choice.
Wang Ke had already begun to organize the voting. He asked people to bring the farmer's wife, and then let the slaves choose whether the mistress of the farm deserved to die or live.
It was anonymous. Everyone had a wheat and a bean in their hands. The wheat vote was to let the mistress live, and the bean vote was to let the mistress die.
There was no need to pronounce a crime, and there was no need to pay attention to any evidence. It was completely based on the personal feelings and intentions of the slaves.
Wang Ke was the host. He had just read the rules, and Gao Qi was watching from the side. There was no need for him to appear in person for such a small matter.
Wang Ming Yuan hurried to Gao Qi's side and said with a sullen face, "I found two things. You'll like them."
Gao Qi looked at Wang Ming Yuan in surprise. Wang Ming Yuan took out a necklace from his pocket. The necklace was nothing special, but the pendant was a red energy core.
"Oh, an energy core. Very good!"
Gao Qi was very happy to take the necklace. Wang Ming Yuan whispered, "I found it in the mistress' room. Listen, I think there is a problem with your current policy. Do you think the slaves are unwilling to regain their freedom because they are too servile? No, no. Through my observation and investigation, I think these slaves just made a choice that was beneficial to them. "
"Oh?"
"The slaves only want to eat their fill, sleep warmly, have a basic guarantee of safety, and get basic medical treatment when they are sick. Unfortunately, these slave owners can give them all, because slaves are property, and no one is indifferent to their own property."
Gao Qi nodded and said, "I know, and then?"
"A bad order is better than no order, so it is unrealistic to expect the slaves to resist. This is reflected more clearly in those who have been slaves for a long time."
Gao Qi smiled and said, "So what do you suggest?"
"I suggest we keep the slavery system because I find that slaves are really useful."
Although Wang Ming Yuan had made a similar suggestion before, Gao Qi was still very surprised that he made it a second time.
"Old Wang, I told you that this is impossible!"
Wang Ming Yuan sighed and said, "Why don't you agree? Fine, then change the method. You can't let the slaves choose for themselves anymore. You have to lie to them, lie to them like they are fools, and give them a better future. You can't just give them freedom, that's not attractive. Why don't you tell them that as long as they join us and take down the City of Sin, then they will have everything they want."
Gao Qi was stunned, then he frowned and said, "Hmm, let me think about it."
Wang Ming Yuan continued, "There are differences between the East and the West. You don't understand the people here, so don't be fooled by them. Do you think that the slaves here have no goals at all? That's because you give them too few options. Don't you understand? As a bandit gang, the Hellfire is much more attractive to the slaves than the Hellfire as a liberator. "
After saying that, Wang Ming Yuan stretched out two fingers and said, "This is the difference between the Way of the King and the Way of the Tyrant. You plan to use the Way of the King here, but they are not worthy. These are the descendants of the bandits. If you want to rule them, then use the Way of the Tyrant."
Gao Qi felt like he had woken up from a dream. He said sincerely, "That makes sense, what you said makes sense. Old Wang, you are amazing!"
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