Plane Supermarket

Chapter 141

Zhou Yuanhe, who has just recovered from a serious illness, has not fully rested yet, but he has no choice. Seeing so many dying blood slaves, he can only force himself to infuse them with fluids and water. The sanitary conditions in the castle are very worrying. Ye Zhou The employees had to pitch tents on the street next to the castle.

But even if all the employees moved, everyone including Ye Zhou was so busy that their feet didn't touch the ground. Of the 120 blood slaves, only 32 died on the day they were rescued.

Those dead blood slaves could only be sent outside the city to be burned and buried.

These blood slaves stayed underground for too long, and they had rat bite marks on their bodies. In order to prevent the plague, they had to be burned.

When the black smoke of the cremation rose, another wave of townspeople prepared to flee.

But this time Ye Zhou sent someone to stop them, and Cao'er fired in the chaos, wounding three people and killing six people.

It did scare the townspeople, though, and they stopped trying to escape.

They could only scatter around the town, looking for places to hide.

Chen Shu didn't quite understand. When Ye Zhou was looking for a place to "place" the supermarket, she couldn't help but ask, "Why don't you let them out? It would be troublesome if there were too many people in the town, and even if they escaped, no one would." Take them in, they can't find a place to stay, and without our hands, they will be on the road."

Chen Shu has no sympathy for the townspeople at all. They may have various reasons, such as being persecuted, enslaved, or wanting to live.

But to her, none of this is an excuse for them to work for the tiger.

Even if such a person dies, no one deserves a single tear for them.

After Ye Zhou chose the place, he took the supermarket out of his backpack. He could hear the malice towards the townspeople in Chen Shu's tone. He just said, "They don't have a place to live, so they won't go grab it?"

Chen Shu was stunned.

After pressing the switch, Ye Zhou put the supermarket on the ground, took a few steps back and said, "Compared to them, those farmers are all delicate and weak."

Many people think that a body that does farm work is better than one that is pampered, but the premise is that those who do farm work can have enough food and clothing.

And Ye Zhou, a farmer here, has seen it, and he is almost as thin as a bone.

What's more, even if the peasants here are strong and win the fight, but with so many townspeople and many ants killing elephants, the peasants are not elephants.

At that time, even if these townspeople are not bandits, they will be almost like bandits.

Ye Zhou didn't want to bring disaster to the east. He couldn't save all the blood slaves, and he wanted to bring disaster to the surrounding farmers.

Chen Shu quickly understood, and she exclaimed, "Boss, no wonder you are the boss."

The supermarket is getting bigger and will soon return to its original size, Ye Zhou: "But how to arrange them is really a problem."

If they directly killed people or attacked the employees, then Ye Zhou could let Zou Ming and the others open fire without any burden.

But they didn't actually kill people. Even in modern times, they were at best accomplices. In addition, their wealth and lives were in the hands of vampires, and they might even become accomplices.

Chen Shuyi was filled with indignation: "People like them are even more hateful. They are not good people, but they don't seem to be bad to the end. If you kill them, you will become a murderous villain, but if you don't move them, they will return to you next time." dare."

"There is no prison here, so they can't be allowed to do coolies while recreating."

Chen Shu rolled his eyes: "Even if there is a prison, the prison might be a good place for them. They can have meals twice a day."

Ye Zhou sighed softly: "Wait for those blood slaves to recover, and let them decide how to treat these townspeople."

The "blood slaves" are the real sufferers.

There were only three children among the blood slaves who survived, two of them were dwarves and one was a goblin.

It may be due to racial reasons that the bodies of these two races are stronger than humans and elves, and they are less likely to get sick.

So even though they were short in stature and weak in strength, they were still the most numerous race in the slave market.

The rest were middle-aged people, none of the elderly survived, and most of them didn't persist until Ye Zhou found them.

The blood slaves who are still alive have not yet woken up, and they can only deal with the townspeople after they wake up, recover their spirits, and return to their senses.

During this period, employees have to take on the role of patrolling, and the townspeople cannot be allowed to climb over the wall.

"It's going to be hard for you again." Ye Zhou stepped onto the steps of the supermarket, and he turned to Chen Shu who was at the bottom of the steps.

Chen Shu raised her head slightly, the sun was shining on Ye Zhou, she couldn't help squinting her eyes, she smiled at Ye Zhou, showing her big white teeth: "This is our job, there is no such thing as hard work , unless you make us work overtime."

"But if there is overtime pay, it's not hard."

Ye Zhou also smiled: "You work here, you definitely don't earn as much as other places."

This is the truth, but Chen Shu didn't care, she shrugged: "I was quite rich in the original plane, after all, in the military camp, there was no place to spend money, and every month's salary was saved in the account, I Don't even know how much money I have."

Ye Zhou teased: "I didn't realize that you are still a rich woman."

Chen Shu raised her eyebrows triumphantly: "That's right, maybe when I retire I can make a fool of myself and let him flatter me every day."

"Immortal! It's too hot, let's have cold noodles for lunch." Aunt Li trotted over from the side.

On the second morning after rescuing the bleeding slaves, Ye Zhou and Zou Ming went back to the supermarket. After shrinking the supermarket and the staff dormitory, they brought all the employees to the small town.

The employees have accepted it well. They are used to running around. Because there is no shortage of food and clothing, and their safety can be guaranteed, they don't think it is hard, but taste a little bit of fun.

Ye Zhou also felt hot. A thin layer of sweat had already formed on his body, and beads of sweat were secreting from his forehead. He nodded at Li Gu: "Everyone has a bad appetite, put more vinegar in the cold noodles, and soak them in cold noodles. sweet and sour garlic?"

Li Gu smiled and said: "Yes, yes, I have been soaking it all the time! There are also kimchi!"

Ye Zhou: "That's good."

Other townspeople fled, and the employees ate in batches. Ye Zhou didn't join them. He didn't have much appetite, so he specially greeted Li Gu, and he would eat after a while.

The employees also ate well. Although it was cold noodles, it was mixed with shredded chicken. Now, Aunt Li was willing to put oil and seasonings. There was also some sugar in the cold noodles, which was served with sweet and sour garlic. Very well enjoyed.

While they were eating, Ye Zhou walked into the tent to visit "Blood Slave".

Zhou Yuanhe was exhausted and paralyzed. Even with the help of employees, as the only doctor, he still had to undertake most of the work.

The disease that was obviously cured seemed to relapse again.

Ye Zhou felt a little uneasy when he saw his miserable appearance.

I feel that as a "capitalist", I seem to have squeezed Zhou Yuanhe too hard.

"Take a rest, go eat later, tell me the precautions, and I will watch them." Ye Zhou handed a bottle of energy drink to Zhou Yuanhe who was sitting next to the tent.

Zhou Yuanhe couldn't wait for it. After explaining the precautions, he immediately ran away with oil on the soles of his feet. He was probably afraid that Ye Zhou would call him back again. He dragged his sick body and ran out of a [-]-meter sprint posture.

"Don't listen to him." Zou Ming walked into the tent, frowned and said, "When he was free, he was the most idle."

"Said you would come in with me, but in the end nothing was done."

Zou Ming thinks that Zhou Yuanhe's laziness has become a habit, and he is especially good at selling miserably.

Ye Zhou checked the infusion tube and checked the urine bag after making sure there was no backflow of blood. It was not full yet, so he turned around and took Zou Ming to another tent.

"It's true that he's not busy much, but he's really tired when he's busy." Ye Zhou patted Zou Ming's shoulder when he turned around. After thinking about it, he suddenly asked with a smile, "Are you jealous?" Bar?"

Zou Ming's ears turned red in an instant, but there was no change of emotion on his face, and his expression remained calm: "Why are you jealous? Whose jealousy?"

Ye Zhou laughed twice: "Don't worry, you are still more important than Zhou Yuanhe."

After finishing speaking, Ye Zhou made a hissing gesture: "Keep it secret, don't tell anyone else."

Zou Ming pursed his lips into a straight line and nodded stiffly.

They have too many things to do to chat and chat.

Ye Zhou: "Let's go, go see other people."

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It was already midnight when the goblin woke up, and there was a small desk lamp in the tent, which was adjusted to a dim light, but even with this light, the goblin couldn't help but close his eyes tightly the moment he saw the light.

He adjusted for a while before finally opening his eyes.

where is this?

Is he dead?

Is this heaven?

The goblin's thoughts are very complicated, miscellaneous thoughts pop up in his head, and they all return to nothingness in the end. He lay flat on the bed and felt that the rest was very soft. It seems that he only felt such a feeling when he was a baby and was held in his mother's arms. soft.

He can't remember what happened after he came to this town. He doesn't remember how he entered the town, let alone who "taken" him.

I only remember that in the almost dark cage, he could only rely on a little moldy food to feed his hunger every day.

When it was time to eat, even though the food was disgustingly rotten, he still stuffed it into his mouth and forced himself to swallow it.

He wants to live!

Otherwise, he would not become a fugitive slave, he has no lofty ideals, and the reason why he wants to be a freeman is that only by becoming a freeman, he will not be killed by slave owners and civilian nobles at will, and he can survive .

No matter what kind of torture he suffered, he heard everyone's wailing, and saw how many people gave up, he insisted on eating and sleeping every day.

To be alive is his only belief. This belief supports him and makes him get up again when he wants to give up countless times.

The goblin didn't move, he felt that he was fine now, there was no sticky feeling on his body, and he could still lie on the soft bed.

He should be dead, right?

Because he didn't do any bad things in his short life, he came to heaven.

The goblin closed his eyes.

Now that he is dead, let him sleep well. It has been a long, long time since he has had a good sleep.