A servant is not a slave, but a product of capital exploitation.

Some families are too poor and cannot live a life, so the family will "sell" children over 14 to the company.

The company will give them some money and then sign an 80-year labor contract with the child. The contract stipulates that the company will provide the child with wages, food and accommodation, entrusted training and other benefits as Party A.

Then during these 80 years, the child, as Party B, has the obligation to serve the company.

During the contract period, if Party B wants to terminate the contract, it will need to pay the company a sky-high liquidated damages.

A penalty they cannot afford to pay.

80 years, this is the upper limit of contract stipulated in the World Labor Law, and the lower limit of signing a labor contract at the age of 14.

If a servant starts serving at the age of 14 and has not died at the age of 94, then he will be free.

But in fact, few servants live to be 94 years old.

So over time, the word servant was born.

It is not that humans in the world have returned to the era of slavery, but that when the law no longer protects the weak, you will understand how powerful the power of capital is.

There are actually quite a lot of servants like this, and most of them are desperate and powerful families.

Therefore, when the old Han Qincheng saw the boy's behavior, he thought of the identity of a servant.

At this time, the young man, after drinking the white porridge, cleaned up all the tableware and set up a tent for the middle-aged man.

The leisurely middle-aged man went into the tent to sleep, but the boy just looked for a leeward stone and leaned on it to close his eyes and rested.

The huge mountaineering bag seemed to contain only all the miscellaneous items needed by middle-aged people, and did not bring anything to the boy. There was even one single tent...

From time to time, the boy would open his eyes and add some firewood to the bonfire so that the fire could always illuminate the area of ​​the tent.

To be honest, even the hunters on the bonfire felt that the boy was a little miserable.

The middle-aged man seemed to have not regarded this young man as a human being at all.

It was windy at midnight, and a cool breeze came, as if the temperature in the bonfire was blown away by the wind.

The old man Qin Cheng glanced at his eldest son Qin Tong: "Don't mess with these two people. Those who dare to come to the wilderness are not fools. The middle-aged man will either be rich or noble at first glance. Maybe he has finished the entire sequence of genetic potions to reach level B."

Qin Tong nodded: "Dad, don't worry, I'm not stupid."

At this time, the middle-aged woman beside the old man Qincheng said: "The boy doesn't look like he has been injected with genetic medicine, and he has no mechanical limbs. Ordinary servants of big men are not so weak. Perhaps the middle-aged man is just a C-level."

Qin Cheng shook his head: "Don't underestimate people. Even at C-level, they are not people we can play with."

The old man rubbed a cigarette for himself, thought for a while and said to Qin Tong: "You go to the car to get a blanket for the young man. We can't reach the big man and can't curry favor with him, but the servants can still do it. Some servants become the boss's confidants, and some things leaked from their fingers are enough for us to eat for two or three years. And all he can contact is big man. Our business itself is to catch pets for big man."

"Yes," Qin Tong nodded and stood up.

But before he could fully stand up, the girl beside him grabbed him and said, "Brother, I'll get it."

As he said that, the girl trotted all the way to the pickup, and Qin Tong sighed behind her.

Girls who live in the wilderness all year round cannot control their parents and brothers, and they are very wild.

The girl hugged the blanket and slowly approached the boy, with a little curiosity and caution in her heart.

But just as she entered the range of two meters around the boy, she saw the boy suddenly burst out, and the fallen leaves piled up on the ground were blown by the wind.

The boy turned a dagger out of somewhere in his hand, and it stopped barely until the moment he was about to cut the girl's neck.

The movements are straightforward and straight, not as harmless as before.

With a loud noise, more than ten people in the camp next door stood up, as if they were about to pounce over to rescue them.

The girl looked at the boy up close, without any fear: "I'm here to bring you a blanket, afraid that you will catch a cold."

The boy looked at her calmly and replied, "Thank you, no need."

From beginning to end, the girl did not show any intention of resisting, but just looked at the other person directly.

"It's very cold now. You'll get sick if you sit outside for a night," the girl insisted.

"Well, thank you for your kindness, but no," the boy sat down again against the stone.

"Okay, remember, my name is Qin Yiyi," the girl returned to her camp with a blanket.

Qin Tong frowned and said, "Do you know that it was very dangerous just now?"

"No," the girl turned to look at her brother: "He has no murderous aura."

Moreover, when the boy sat down just now, she saw the other person's outline clearly.

It's really good looking.

"You little girl knows what murderous aura," the old man Qincheng thought for a while and said, "The other party doesn't seem to be in a position to deal with us, so don't struggle. I decided that we will set out to "that place" tomorrow and look for traces of prey on the edge."

As he said that, he pulled out a black box from beside him and opened it. The four drones that were parked quietly inside slowly flew into the sky and flew around the camp.

After they arrived at the designated area, soft white light was cast under each drone, illuminating the surrounding area a little.

A red beam is pulled up between the four drones. Once unknown creatures enter this area, the drone will automatically defend and warn.

Hunters always have to have some self-defense when seeking life in the wilderness.

...

The next morning, Uncle Li came out of the tent with a refreshing spirit. He looked at Qingchen sleeping on the stone and smiled, "Is the foot injury better?"

"It's much better," Qingchen nodded: "Although the long journey always causes the wound to collapse, the ointment is amazing and the injury is still improving. It is expected... it will be cured in two days."

"Since the injury is getting better," Li Shutong said with a smile: "Then start preparing breakfast!"

He glanced at the camp next door, where porridge had been cooked and someone was cutting bacon into an iron pot.

Qingchen looked up at Li Shutong and said, "Although the teacher is planning to train me, it is too much to only put the teacher's daily necessities in the mountaineering bag. Also, why do you even carry things like a horse stool? Can't you find a stone to sit on it?"

"Oh, it will be very cold to sit on the stone," Li Shutong explained: "And it was Ye Wan who weighed the backpack less than 60 kilograms, so I asked him to stuff the horse in. Practice requires practice as if you practice. If you have not had time to exercise, you will follow me out. You can't delay your practice on the road. With breathing assistance, the weight-bearing journey will allow you to grow up at an amazing speed. According to my calculations, when you arrive at the forbidden land of No. 002, your physical fitness will be almost enough."

"But I can obviously throw away raisins, red dates, wolfberry and other things, so I can prepare some supplies for me," Qingchen was a little unwilling.

"I'm not young anymore," Li Shutong said earnestly: "The teacher needs health care."

Qingchen took out a thick paper book from his mountaineering bag and said heartbrokenly: "So teacher, you also asked Ye Wan to stuff a health knowledge manual into it? It must be difficult for you to find a paper book these days!"

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Chapter completed!