Everyone immediately understood what Luo Chong meant and suddenly realized the reason was those slaves!
Slaves were truly useful things. All they needed was a mouthful of grain, and they were more useful than cattle or horses. If they disobeyed, they could simply be beaten half to death. There were plenty of ways to discipline them, and one did not even need to feel burdened by it. Any bitter, exhausting work—even work no human should do—could be handed over to them.
Of course, they absolutely could not be beaten to death. Killing them would mean suffering a loss, after all. They had been raised on so much grain; once they died, who would do the work for them?
"Chieftain, may I ask how many slaves we can capture?" At the dinner table, Big Strength, Jing Yan, and She Xin suddenly asked in unison.
The words had barely left their mouths when the three awkwardly exchanged glances.
"Hahahaha, naturally, none of you three will be left out." Seeing them like that, Luo Chong could not help laughing heartily.
See? People were just that practical. A moment ago, asking them to contribute a little grain had seemed like cutting flesh from their bodies. But now that they heard it could be exchanged for slaves, all three were scrambling for fear of receiving too small a share.
Xingang Commandery, Liuyang Commandery, and Dongxin Commandery all had mines. One had an iron mine, one a coal mine, and one the Baoshan Copper Mine. All were industries requiring enormous amounts of labor. If a large number of slaves could be added, they naturally had to fight for their share—the more sent to their own territory, the better.
"This campaign against the Cannibal Tribe serves two purposes. First, to wipe out that monstrous race. Second, to