Chapter 177: The Arrangement of the Slaves

Changxu, having received a beating, clutched his wounds and finally understood his status; he no longer mentioned saving the chickens, and even when Baifeng had people kill chickens in front of him, he dared not show any expression of dissatisfaction.

To prevent Changxu from causing trouble, Baifeng gave him a death order: see birds in one year, and have them usable in two. If after two winters he had not seen usable birds, he would be chopped up and fed to the chickens.

Changxu trembled and agreed in a low voice; no matter how much he loved birds, when choosing between them and his own life, he abandoned the birds without hesitation.

Baifeng felt a bit of disdain for him; this kind of "saintly" person could be used, but not trusted with important tasks, and the best ending for him was to grow old and die in this aviary.

Baifeng had the bleeding Changxu go find the Shaman to arrange temporary lodging, and later find people to build Changxu's house and the aviary, while Baifeng took people to the construction site to see if any of these newcomers were willing to work there; the construction site was indeed a bitter chore, with heavy labor and intense heat—it was fine in winter, but in summer it was simply deadly.

When they arrived, the first thing they saw was broken glass thrown to the side; one tribesman thought he had seen wrong and specifically went over to pick up a piece to look at, and this look shocked him so much that he didn't know whether to hold it or put it down, so he could only look at Baifeng for help with eager eyes.

"Oh, that's just a piece of useless broken glass, throw it away," Baifeng said indifferently, having already forgotten what he had told Baoxi to trick him.

"Isn't this something used by the gods? If I throw it away, will it make the gods angry?" The tribesman still didn't dare; he was just an ordinary savage, not a great Tribal Chief like Baifeng or Baoxi.

"In our eyes, this thing is a treasure, but in the eyes of the gods, it's no different from how we view a pottery jar; besides, that's just waste material. There is plenty more here if you want to see good ones. If you want some, just help the people here pull a cart of sand."

Baifeng spoke of the most extravagant things in the most indifferent tone; things that Baoxi had to spend a great price to exchange for could be obtained here for just two carts of sand—it was simply unreasonable, but what was a cart?

Too lazy to care about so much, since the Tribal Chief had said so, the thing must not be important, so he threw it aside and followed the Tribal Chief to continue walking.

They visited the Pottery Kiln, Cement Kiln, and Glass Kiln; when they reached the Glass Kiln, they were mesmerized by the various glass bowls and cups, and were determined to get one for themselves no matter what.

Consequently, the few tribesmen in charge of the Glass Kiln were overjoyed; they found the sturdiest and largest handcarts for them and thoughtfully pointed out the location of the sand pit, letting these clueless new tribesmen go pull sand.

Currently, the greatest use for glass in the Baifeng Tribe was making windows; the wealthiest few Soldiers had already expanded their new Brick-Concrete Houses and installed double-layered large glass windows, which were enough to house themselves, their several wives, and their children already born or about to be born; it was estimated that in another year or two, they would have to prepare to build houses of various layouts, rather than just such a single, bare room.

At this rate of development, it was estimated that palace villas would appear in just a few years, but since Baifeng hadn't built one, others had neither the qualification nor the guts to do so; although Baifeng could build a palace for himself now, he felt there was no need for the time being, as materials should be prioritized for other places, and besides, even if he built one, there was no one to live in it—just him and Sui, and they didn't even have children yet.

The Workers, having gained a source of labor, were very happy, and Baifeng let them be; now that the tour was basically over, they would wait for the Shaman to arrange their lodging, and as for meals, they would still eat at the collective large kitchen, and bowls and chopsticks would certainly be provided—the Baifeng Tribe's pottery was already saturated and of little use, and even glass bowls were no longer rare items, so the arrival of these people could be considered a way to clear out the inventory.

Baifeng stopped worrying about them and took Sui home on his own; having eaten fish for so long, Baifeng really wanted to change his palate, as he felt like he was covered in the smell of fish.

After walking for a while, Baifeng felt something was wrong, and turning around, he was surprised to see Yu still following silently behind him; he had actually forgotten about this kid.

How to arrange for him now was a troublesome matter; there were no rooms specifically for children, and if he were sent back among the people of the Shi Tribe, Baifeng felt it was inappropriate, so there was no choice but to settle him in his own room for now.

In order not to disturb the two-person world of Baifeng, he partitioned his room with a wooden board and placed a small bed behind it for Yu to live in; Baifeng's house was quite large, so partitioning it this way did not make it seem too cramped.

This was trouble Baifeng had brought upon himself, but who told him to like this clever child? If he could raise such a clever child, Baifeng felt the future of their tribe was still very bright, though the tribe could not be handed over to Yu.

Because there was a "little lightbulb" present, Baifeng and Sui didn't make much of a stir, but they had to make an extra portion every time they ate, because the food Baifeng made could be said to be the most delicious of this era, and since Yu was also in a period of crazy growth, his appetite shocked even Baifeng.

The Shaman's work ability was still quite good; after Baifeng woke up the next morning, everything had become orderly, and the Slaves were living in collective dormitories, living the life of dozens of people squeezed into one large room, but this was still much better than their previous days—at least the houses didn't leak rain or let in the wind, and the Baifeng Tribe had also given them a large amount of golden wheat grass to spread on the floor, allowing them to sleep a little more comfortably.

The Shaman was also preparing to install a water pipe where the Slaves lived, so they could wash and drink, otherwise, such a filthy appearance would ruin the image of the entire Baifeng Tribe, and as the Tribal Chief put it, it was unhygienic.

Other supporting facilities, such as toilets, also had to be built; they hadn't expected to suddenly have so many more people, and the toilets they used naturally couldn't be used by the Slaves—they weren't big enough, and the Slaves were truly dirty, so most of them surely had Ascaris, a problem the Baifeng Tribe had finally solved, and now it was likely to become a trouble again.

If the Slaves wanted to use the toilet, they could only be sent to the farmland to find any open space; there were no toilets now to handle it uniformly, and since they would be returning to the fields anyway, they could just go there for now.

Those Slaves who went for the trial work would also have to live together temporarily; after the one-day trial period ended, those who passed would be arranged into slightly better dormitories, and if they didn't pass and were driven back, this place would be their permanent home.