Chapter 41 - Oath
The slaves weren't stupid. Almost all of these people knew how to cook. Previously, the slave owners would casually pick two people to make food for the rest of the slaves. So they weren't new to cooking.
Plus, making this rice was very simple. The slaves soon had another pot of rice going, and then covered it with the copper basin that Zhao had given them as a lid.
But the slaves didn't know how to make soup. The slave owners would only allow them to eat something like rice bran, and even moldy rice. Precisely because of this, everyday in the Continent there would be a lot of slaves that died. But for slave owners, they wouldn't care about those deaths, because they could just go out and buy more slaves.
Now the slaves were looking at the vegetables and oil in a daze. Daisy certainly understood their feelings, but since she had also been a commoner, she knew some simple dishes.
Daisy went to the empty pot that Zhao had brought out, and poured the oil into it. This oil came from a yellowish colored fruit that had a very high oil content. It grows in many places in the Continent, so it was very cheap.
Once the oil was hot, Daisy then put in the vegetables and simply stir-fried them. Finally, she added some water and threw in a little salt. After the water came to a boil, the soup was done.
This was the simplest way to make soup. There was almost no technical details or seasoning, only a little coarse salt.
On the Continent, salt wasn't cheap. The nobles generally used very refined salt, like the salt on Earth. But the slaves only get coarse salt, which was cheap with a lot of impurities.
Even so, if a slave owner gave the slaves a little salt every three days, then that owner would be considered very generous. But in general, slaves only get salt once a week, and the number of slave owners who gave them that much wasn't a lot.
Seeing Daisy working on the simple soup, Zhao sighed. Meg was standing beside him. "Master, is there a problem? Should we have given the slaves less salt?"
Zhao gave Meg a puzzled look. "With this kind of large pot, why should there be so little salt? I was just thinking how much our Buda clan was so weak that we could only give them simple food to eat. After we have money, we should let them eat meat."
The moment he finished speaking, he felt the eyes of everyone staring at him. He was confused, so he whispered to Meg, "Did I say something wrong?"
Meg looked at Zhao. Although the Buda clan had slaves, before they were exiled by the Empire, Adam had never come into contact with the slaves. Naturally, he didn't know what kind of life they lived. So she whispered to him to explain about the slaves living conditions.
Zhao was listening like a new born learning about this world. His ideas about how these people lived were so far away from Meg's. It was like something out of the olden days, like in the White-Haired Girl opera. It was difficult to resonate with because he didn't have the same kind of experiences. How could he understand it when he didn't have any personal experience to compare with.
Everyone waited until Meg finished explaining. Zhao then turned and looked at the slaves, his eyes full of sympathy. He sighed and said, "Rest assured, I will do whatever it takes. Sooner or later, I'll let you eat meat everyday. This I swear on the name of the Buda clan."
Zhao was a good person. Even though, in his past life, he was a timid person that didn't have much interpersonal skills, that didn't mean he was sick. He was just an otaku that couldn't understand the darkness of the world, so he chose to shut himself off. He was that kind of person.
But in the Ark Continent, Zhao's status had changed. He was now a noble with his own territory. He had a hundred slaves whose lives he was responsible for. His words and actions would decide the life and death of these people. All of this gave Zhao a sense of responsibility. He believed that it was his duty to give everyone a better life, so he was bent on developing his territory.
The slaves excitedly fell to their knees. Like a sea, they all bowed down as one. "Master rewards us!"
Although they had nothing to give back, this sentence was enough for Zhao. The nobles on the Continent had a strange tradition. They do not easily swear. Even under normal circumstances, they would never use their family name to swear. Because swearing would put you under oath before God and on behalf of your family. An oath was a promise that you should never violate.
It was because of this that the slaves believed in Zhao's words. They believed that since he said an oath under his family name, that he would one day realize this dream of eating meat everyday.
Meg opened her mouth, but she didn't say anything. For the past few days she had been managing the slaves so, to be honest, she was very sympathetic to them. She didn't object to Zhao's words.
Just then, Meirin's voice came from a
บทที่ 41 - สาบานทาสไม่โง่ เกือบทั้งหมดของคนเหล่านี้รู้วิธีการปรุงอาหาร ก่อนหน้านี้ เจ้าของทาสจะตั้งใจเลือกสองคนให้อาหารที่เหลือของทาส ดังนั้น พวกเขาไม่ใหม่ทำอาหารพลัส ข้าวนี้ทำได้ง่ายมาก ทาสเร็ว ๆ นี้มีหม้อข้าวไปอีก และปกคลุม ด้วยแอ่งน้ำทองแดงที่เจียวให้พวกเขาเป็นฝาปิดแต่ทาสไม่ทราบวิธีทำน้ำซุป เจ้าของทาสเท่านั้นจะทำให้กินบางสิ่งบางอย่างเช่นรำข้าว ข้าวขึ้นราได้ แม่นยำเพราะเหตุนี้ ชีวิตประจำวันในทวีปมีจะเป็นทาสที่เสียชีวิตเป็นจำนวนมาก แต่สำหรับเจ้าของทาส พวกเขาจะไม่สนใจผู้เสียชีวิต เพราะพวกเขาสามารถออกไป และซื้อทาสมากขึ้นตอนนี้ ทาสมองหาผักและน้ำมันดึก คนเข้าใจความรู้สึกแน่นอน แต่เนื่องจากเธอยังมีองค์ เธอรู้บางอาหารง่าย ๆเดซี่ไปหม้อเปล่าที่เจียวนำออก และเทน้ำมันลงไป น้ำมันนี้มาจากผลไม้สีเหลืองที่มีปริมาณน้ำมันสูงมาก มันจะเติบโตในหลาย ๆ ประเทศในทวีปยุโรป ก็ราคาถูกมากเมื่อน้ำมันร้อน เดซี่วางในพืชผล และก็ผัดได้ ในที่สุด เธอเพิ่มน้ำ และโยนเกลือเล็กน้อย หลังจากที่น้ำมาไปต้ม น้ำซุปที่ทำวิธีการทำซุปได้ ก็แทบจะไม่มีรายละเอียดทางเทคนิคหรือเกลือปรุงรส หยาบเล็กน้อยเท่านั้นในทวีปยุโรป เกลือไม่ได้ราคาถูก ขุนนางโดยทั่วไปใช้เกลือบริสุทธิ์มาก เช่นเกลือบนโลก แต่ทาสได้รับเกลือหยาบ ที่ราคาถูก มีจำนวนมากของสิ่งสกปรกดังนั้นแม้ หากเป็นเจ้าของทาสให้ทาสเกลือเล็กน้อยทุก ๆ 3 วัน แล้วที่เจ้าของจะพิจารณามากมาย แต่โดยทั่วไป ทาสได้รับเกลืออาทิตย์ละครั้ง และจำนวนของเจ้าของทาสที่ให้พวกเขาที่เป็นมากไม่มากเห็นคนทำซุปง่าย ๆ Zhao ถอนหายใจ เม็กกำลังยืนอยู่ข้างเขา "หลัก จะมีปัญหา ควรเราให้ทาสน้อยเกลือ"เจียวให้ดูงงงวย Meg "กับชนิดของหม้อใหญ่ ทำไมจะมีเกลือจึงน้อย ฉันแค่คิดว่า กองทัพของเราบูดาถูกอ่อนแอที่เราทำเท่านั้นให้มีการกินอาหาร หลังจากที่เรามีเงิน เราควรปล่อยให้พวกเขากินเนื้อสัตว์"ในขณะที่เขาพูดเรียบร้อยแล้ว เขารู้สึกว่าสายตาของทุกคนที่จ้องเขา เขาก็สับสน ดังนั้นเขากระซิบกับ Meg "ผมพูดว่า บางอย่างผิดปกติ"Meg ดูเจียว แม้ว่ากองทัพบูดามีทาส ก่อนที่พวกเขาถูกเนรเทศ โดยจักรวรรดิ อดัมไม่เคยมีทาส ธรรมชาติ เขาไม่รู้อะไรในชีวิตที่พวกเขาอาศัยอยู่ ดังนั้น เธอกระซิบบอกเขาอธิบายเกี่ยวกับทาสอาศัยเงื่อนไขZhao was listening like a new born learning about this world. His ideas about how these people lived were so far away from Meg's. It was like something out of the olden days, like in the White-Haired Girl opera. It was difficult to resonate with because he didn't have the same kind of experiences. How could he understand it when he didn't have any personal experience to compare with.Everyone waited until Meg finished explaining. Zhao then turned and looked at the slaves, his eyes full of sympathy. He sighed and said, "Rest assured, I will do whatever it takes. Sooner or later, I'll let you eat meat everyday. This I swear on the name of the Buda clan."Zhao was a good person. Even though, in his past life, he was a timid person that didn't have much interpersonal skills, that didn't mean he was sick. He was just an otaku that couldn't understand the darkness of the world, so he chose to shut himself off. He was that kind of person.But in the Ark Continent, Zhao's status had changed. He was now a noble with his own territory. He had a hundred slaves whose lives he was responsible for. His words and actions would decide the life and death of these people. All of this gave Zhao a sense of responsibility. He believed that it was his duty to give everyone a better life, so he was bent on developing his territory.The slaves excitedly fell to their knees. Like a sea, they all bowed down as one. "Master rewards us!"Although they had nothing to give back, this sentence was enough for Zhao. The nobles on the Continent had a strange tradition. They do not easily swear. Even under normal circumstances, they would never use their family name to swear. Because swearing would put you under oath before God and on behalf of your family. An oath was a promise that you should never violate.It was because of this that the slaves believed in Zhao's words. They believed that since he said an oath under his family name, that he would one day realize this dream of eating meat everyday.Meg opened her mouth, but she didn't say anything. For the past few days she had been managing the slaves so, to be honest, she was very sympathetic to them. She didn't object to Zhao's words.Just then, Meirin's voice came from a
การแปล กรุณารอสักครู่..
