Chapter 120 Conflict
"Hey, I think your fishing area is quite rich. Do you want to exchange with me?"
The steam spiders and guards can put an end to their thoughts of running away, but they can't put an end to some people's thoughts of being sneaky.
Now this kind of people have found young and old fishermen, talking about negotiation, but their bullying expressions have not changed at all.
The body of this bully is one size larger than that of other fishermen.
He is naturally jealous of their group's catch, which is twice as much as theirs...The people in his group are not working hard, and he has the least catch with such great strength.
There are obviously people with such great strength, but the fishermen in his group just don't cooperate with his command, which makes him very angry.
It's just fishing from the sea, what's so difficult about it. If he can't catch any fish, there must be no fish in this area.
If it weren't for the system that requires the return of the catch to be handed in, he would have wanted to "borrow" some catch from others to supplement his share.
"I..."
The young fisherman was still immersed in joy, and was blocked in front of this bully, and was at a loss for a moment.
"If you can't catch fish, change a place."
The old fisherman looked at the big figure, not timid at all. The implication was obvious, if you can't catch fish, it's your own technical problem, such a rich sea should have a bumper harvest.
Don't come to the problem of the fishing ground.
The young fisherman may not recognize him, but he recognizes this man. This guy has always been a scoundrel in the fishing village. He is lazy and wants him to do something. It's like killing him.
In the previous slave owner, he helped the fisherman's manager to oppress other slaves. He relied on his thick skin to flatter the manager and ate a lot of food that should have been given to everyone.
Relying on his own full meals, he began to oppress other villagers. I don't know how many people did not die in labor, but were killed by him.
What a lackey, but the city lord and the steward didn't have any feelings for his "contribution" when they sold him, and sold him and the fishermen together.
With a new lord, this guy wants to repeat his tricks again, and the old fisherman won't want to indulge him.
Moreover, this new manager is completely different from the previous steward with a cunning face. The steward bowed and nodded to the slave trader.
But now the slave trader bowed and nodded to him when he saw him.
Although the old fisherman didn't understand the words and didn't understand the system that the new manager told them, he knew that if the water was too clear, there would be no fish. They had to hand in every round of catch, and the other party also clearly counted it.
The old fisherman originally wanted to secretly hide a fish, so that even if the lord deducted their food, they could fill their stomachs a little. Fishermen who make a living from the sea can always find a way to survive.
It's just that the guards were watching very closely, so he didn't even have a chance to hide the fish. The old fisherman really thought that those big and strong villagers were guards, otherwise they wouldn't have eaten so well.
The food these days really wasn't deducted from them, but later... the old fisherman thought that he had to leave a way out for himself.
The fishing nets were not guarded, but the old fisherman would not steal those things unless he starved to death. If he touched them, no one could guarantee that the guards' sticks would not fall on these slaves.
And those alchemical puppet creations really looked like spiders. The old fisherman had heard of the legend that alchemical machines would eat people.
Maybe he could try to use fishing skills to catch the fish in the sea and dig a small pit to store them.
He thought.
But Ji Lin had actually deducted money. They, the heavy-duty fishermen, only had one pound of rice and flour a day, which seemed more with the thin water. A bowl of porridge and half a bowl of water, that was a big bowl of porridge, with a little seasoning. The average daily consumption of the territory is now 600 grams, or 1.2 kilograms of rice and flour. Some positions with higher labor intensity can eat 1.5 kilograms of rice and flour.
Because of the shortage of side dishes and meat, the staple food needed is more than that of modern people. There are people in the territory who eat two kilograms of rice and flour a day.
"Hey, old man, do you hear me talking to you?!"
The bully Lai Zi cursed and spat, walked up, and pretended to be violent to the young fishermen and the old fishermen.
He had long been unhappy with this old fisherman and wanted to teach him a lesson.
He specially chose a place where there were no guards to stop them. These two people together could not beat him alone.
And from his experience as a bully Lai Zi, some guards would watch them fight and regard it as a rare entertainment, and some would cheer on the side.
Unless someone is killed, then it is their property loss, so they have to take care of it.
"Hit him! Hit him!"
The young fisherman saw that his fist was about to hit the old fisherman's face. He looked at his thin arms and shouted at the top of his voice, hoping to attract other people's attention.
Attracting the guards to stop him.
The old fisherman blocked the bully's heavy punch and took two steps back. His hands were numb and painful.
Before the bully slave could throw the next punch...
The young fisherman watched the guard, who was thinner than the bully Laizi, rush up in two steps and throw an uppercut to hit the bully's face. When he staggered and lost his balance, the guard kneed him in the abdomen and knocked the bastard to the ground and wailed.
Two hits to defeat the enemy.
The light crossbowmen did not receive the same professional combat training as the melee infantry, but they never fell behind in daily meals and physical training, and their well-trained muscles are not comparable to those of the slaves.
(Chapter 121 is being reviewed, strange, I should be able to see it tomorrow.)