His consciousness gradually blurred, and he seemed to see the starch laundry next to him in his peripheral vision.
There was a sound of an iron basin being knocked down, and the woman carrying a baby rushed out with a sad face.
She heard the screams, which were from her husband.
"Please don't fight anymore, please..."
The woman turned the child to her chest and looked at the man with red eyes.
The slave owner, who was still angry, sneered when he saw this, and looked at the woman thoughtfully.
"Your man?"
"Get up! Otherwise I'll kill you too!"
Feeling unhappy.
After seeing the woman's humble nod, the slave owner looked sharply, thinking that he had thought of something fun.
He walked a few steps behind the hot iron pot where the vendor was cooking and gave a ferocious smile:
"It turns out you stole my food!"
"Don't you like to eat?"
"Come! I'll treat your whole family to a big dinner!"
The vendor was frightened when he heard the sound, and tried to stop the slave owner, but was kicked to the ground.
The pot is lifted.
The slave master is about to pour the hot paste on the woman.
There is no fun in boring days, but now, there seems to be some.
He couldn't wait to hear the wailing.
Sudden.
A burst of noise came from one end of the room.
"Everyone, be quiet! Stand still and show me the screen!"
A few soldiers pushing a simple large screen hurriedly turned on the power from a shop along the street, and then quickly wiped the dust off the screen with their sleeves.
The projection screen pulled out from somewhere, looks quite dated.
When everyone was at a loss, the screen flashed.
In the blurry picture, a man stood on a high platform, with an army of people kneeling on the ground behind him.
Chapter completed!