I open a restaurant in Daqin

Chapter 427
"Thank you, General, for the reminder. Let's not mention this matter for now. I hope the General will lead the way. Let's take a look around first!"

With a sigh, Qin Yong no longer brought up the matter of talent.

Although Wang Zhong is a bad habit, there are some things that he might be able to change with a little effort.But there are some things that cannot be changed no matter how much he pays.

In this era, not to mention the construction of the king's tomb, if the king died, it would be an easy matter to kill 800 people to be buried with him, and no one would feel anything strange.

The excavation of Qin terracotta warriors and horses by later generations has actually shown Ying Zheng's benevolence to a certain extent.

When other kings died, they were all buried with their lives. Qin Shihuang also thought about it, but he didn't kill all his Huben troops to be buried with him.

As the only country in the Warring States Period that abolished sacrificial burial, this point of Qin State has already left other states in the dust.

"Alright, Mr. Xuan Wen, please follow me!"

Wang Ben nodded slightly, walked ahead and continued to lead the way.

Soon, everyone came to a mountain depression.

There is an open space and some tents there, where the laborers rest on weekdays.

But if you look carefully, there are not many tents, not enough for 10,000+ people to live in.

Wang Ben looked at Qin Yong all the way, seeming to understand his thoughts, and explained: "Limited ability, we can only try to arrange for those civilian husbands to eat well and live better. As for those prisoners, captives, they can only live outside!"

Qin Yong's heart trembled. In this snowy weather, do people live outside?

This is not freezing to death, that is simply a great luck.

Soon, everyone came to an open space in front of the camp, with 37 corpses lying on the ground.

These corpses have long been stiff, and even because of the lack of body temperature to melt, their bodies have been covered with frost, which looks very terrifying.

Qin Yong noticed that most of these people were like the one who was killed before, with the marks of criminals on their faces.

In this day and age, this imprint is more useful than an ID card.As long as you go out and stare at this mark, everyone will know that you are a prisoner, and a death row rower.

These brand marks are actually different, but no matter how different they are, they all represent one word, death.

Some people, those who raped and plundered, committed heinous crimes, had rape written on their faces, some were executed on the spot, and some were sent to various construction sites. They were exhausted, beaten to death, starved to death, or frozen to death!

There are also some, burning, killing and looting, the face will be branded with the word kill, but the final result is the same as the former!
There are also some who sneak around, refuse to mend their ways despite repeated admonitions, and are already conditioned. They have been arrested many times, and they are finally released. There is only one dead end.

Then there are those captives, who will always have the word "抢" imprinted on their faces. They will have no chance to stand up in this lifetime, and they will only die.

At this moment, among the 37 corpses lying on the ground, there are a total of 35 corpses with marks on their faces.

These people are all dead, but some are still shirtless and naked.Some people, wearing tattered clothes, could not keep out the cold at all.

As for those without brand marks, they are obviously ordinary civilian husbands, and they are not badly dressed.

But after a closer look, Qin Yong found that their clothes were also empty, with most of the thatch in the middle.

Because he saw the grass exposed under the tattered clothes of those people.

"Grass……"

Qin Yong frowned slightly, could this stuff be made into clothes like cotton to keep out the cold?

It just doesn't make sense.

Qin Yong was a little annoyed, but he had to admit that compared to those prisoners, these civilian husbands were already considered better off.

Next, under the leadership of Wang Ben, Qin Yong wandered around the construction site again.

As Wang Benmo said, the civilian husbands did not suffer much harm, they were all working hard, and there were people watching, but there was no encouragement.

What's more, Qin Yong saw the wife of a civilian husband coming from nowhere, holding two sets of clean thick clothes in her hands.

The husband and his wife met and hugged for a while, then just took the clothes, sent his wife away, and continued to work.

There were many family members who came to see the civilian husband, but those prisoners and captives were not taken care of at all. Instead, they were beaten the most and worked the hardest.

After patrolling during this day, Qin Yong found that four or five prison laborers died at the scene.

The cruelty of life and the darkness of human nature are vividly displayed in front of the Lishan Royal Mausoleum.

When it was time to eat, Qin Yong was even more shocked when he saw the food the laborers were eating.

When the meal is served, people are also separated.

The porridge made by ordinary folks is relatively thick, which is still passable, and it can barely be regarded as porridge.

But those prison laborers, the meals of captive laborers, are simply disgusting.

That is almost the same as the pig food of some poor families in later generations.

In later generations, cooking pig food is also very particular.

Families with a lot of food will sprinkle more noodles, cook well, and grow fatter.

For some families, there is no food in the house, so they can only sprinkle a few handfuls of kombu into the pot, and then put piles of pigweed into it, and when they come out, they can't see any kang noodles, only grass. It is grass.

At the moment, that's what the food for the prison laborers is like.

Their pots were also filled with porridge, but in fact, there was no corn at all in the whole pot, and more of it.

The wild vegetables were boiled into a pot, and the corn seemed to be the most precious thing among them. Seeing one was as surprising as seeing a diamond.

This is simply worse than pig food.

But everyone is already extremely evil, what else can you say?
I can only take the food, whether it is pig food or food, and force myself to eat it.

No one wants to die, no matter how difficult and painful it is, but at least there is hope in life, and no one wants to starve to death and fall down like this.

……

In the evening, Qin Yong finally asked people to take Wu Ya and A Yao back to Lishan Camp with Wu Huan as his companion.

And he himself stayed, he wanted to see with his own eyes how these people lived at night.

But at this moment, the firewood and game from the barracks over there were also delivered.

With the firewood, there were hundreds more bonfires in front of the camp, and everyone gathered around the bonfire to keep warm.Only those peasants can enter the camp.

And those prisoners can only suffer and suffer from the cold outside!
At this time, there is game, and you can eat some oily taste, but this good thing has to come first to those folks.

The number of prisoners and captives is more than three times that of civilian husbands, but the good things that are distributed in the end are less than one-third of those civilian husbands.

But for everyone, this is already the best meal.

Qin Yong saw with his own eyes that these people were holding the soup and gulping it down. After picking up a piece of meat, Qin Yong immediately became inexplicably excited.

This scene is simply heartbreaking.

(End of this chapter)