Night’s Nomenclature

Servants are not slaves, they are products of capital oppression.

Some families are too poor and can no longer survive, and these families will "sell" their children over the age of 14 to the company.

The company will give them a sum of money and then sign an 80-year labor contract with the child. The contract stipulates that the company, as Party A, will provide the child with wages, board and lodging, entrusted training and other benefits.

Then during these 80 years, the child, as Party B, is obliged to serve the company.

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

A liquidated damages that they simply cannot afford to pay.

80 years is the upper limit for contracts stipulated in labor laws in the world, and 14 years is the lower limit for signing a labor contract.

If a servant starts serving at the age of 14 and is still alive at the age of 94, he is free.

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

So over time, the word servant was born.

It’s not that humans in this world have returned to the era of slavery, but 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 people who sell themselves to rich families.

Therefore, when old Han Qin Cheng saw the young man's behavior, he thought of his identity as a servant.

At this time, the young man waited for the middle-aged man to finish the porridge, then packed up all the tableware and set up a tent for the middle-aged man.

The leisurely middle-aged man got into the tent and went to sleep, but the young man just found a stone with leeward wind, leaned on it and closed his eyes to rest.

The huge mountaineering bag seemed to contain only the sundries needed by the middle-aged man. It didn’t bring anything for the young man. There was only one single-person tent...

From time to time, the boy would open his eyes and add some firewood to the campfire, so that the firelight could always illuminate the area where the tent was.

To be honest, even the hunters here at the campfire felt that the boy was a little miserable.

The middle-aged man seemed not to regard the young man as a human being at all.

The wind picked up at midnight, and a chill came over me, as if the warmth in the campfire had been blown away by the wind.

The old man Qin Cheng glanced at his eldest son Qin Tong: "Don't provoke these two people. Anyone who dares to come to the wilderness is not a fool. The middle-aged man looks like he is rich or noble at first glance. He may have completed the entire sequence. The genetic medicine has reached level B."

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

At this time, the middle-aged woman next to Old Han Qin Cheng said: "The boy does not look like he has been injected with genetic medicine, and he does not have mechanical limbs. Generally, the servants of big people are not so weak. Maybe that boy It’s possible that the young person is only C-level.”

Qin Cheng shook his head: "Don't underestimate people, even C-level people are not people we can catch."

The old man rolled another cigarette for himself, and after thinking silently for a while, he said to Qin Tong: "Go to the car and get a blanket for the young man. We can't reach the big shots, and we can't curry favor with them, but servants can still do it. Some servants become the boss's confidants. In the end, a little something leaking between his fingers will be enough for us to eat for two or three years, and the people he can come into contact with are all big people, and our business itself is to catch pets for the big people. "

"Well," Qin Tong nodded and stood up.

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

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

A girl who lives in the wilderness all year round cannot be controlled by her parents and brothers, and her temper is very wild.

The girl held the blanket and slowly approached the boy, with some curiosity and caution in her heart.

But just when she entered the range of two meters around the young man, she saw that the young man suddenly rose up, and the fallen leaves piled on the ground were blown up by the wind.

A dagger came out of nowhere in the young man's hand. He didn't stop until he was about to cut the girl's neck.

The movements were crisp and neat, not at all as harmless as before.

With a roar, more than a dozen people in the camp next door stood up, as if they were about to rush to the rescue.

The girl looked at the boy closely, showing no fear at all: "I'm here to give you a blanket, because I'm afraid you'll catch a cold."

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

From the beginning to the end, the girl showed no intention of resisting, but just looked at the other party.

"The weather is very cold now. You will get sick if you sit outside all night," the girl insisted.

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

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

Qin Tong frowned and said, "Did you know it was dangerous just now?"

"No," the girl turned to look at her brother: "He doesn't have murderous intent."

Moreover, when the boy sat down just now, she could clearly see his outline.

It's really beautiful.

"What kind of murderous intent do you, a little girl, know?" Old Han Qin Cheng thought for a while and said, "The other party seems to have no intention of dealing with us, so don't bother. I have decided that we will set off to "that place" starting tomorrow. Look for signs of prey on the edges.”

As he spoke, he pulled out a black box from his side and opened it. The four drones parked quietly inside slowly flew into the sky and flew around the camp.

After they arrived at the designated area, a soft white light was projected from underneath each drone, illuminating the area a little.

A red beam of light is raised between the four drones. Once an unknown creature enters the area, the drones will automatically defend and warn.

When hunters make a living in the wilderness, they always need some means of self-defense.

…

Early the next morning, Li Shutong came out of the tent refreshed. He looked at Qingchen who was sleeping on the stone and said with a smile, "Is your foot injury feeling better?"

"Much better," Qingchen nodded: "Although the long journey always makes the wound open, the ointment is amazing and the injury is still getting better. It is expected... that it will be healed in two days."

"Since the injury is getting better," Li Shutong said with a smile, "then let's start preparing breakfast!"

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

Qingchen raised his head and looked at Li Shutong and said: "Although the teacher intends to train me, it is too much to only carry the teacher's daily necessities in the mountaineering bag. Also, why are you even carrying something like a horse? You can't. Find a rock to sit on."

"Oh, it will be very cold sitting on the rocks," Li Shutong explained: "Besides, it was Ye Wan who weighed the backpack and said it was less than 60 kilograms, so I asked him to put the horse in it. Practice requires practice. You seem to have followed me out after a short period of training. You can't delay your practice on the way. With the assistance of breathing techniques, the weight-bearing trek will make you grow at an alarming rate. According to my calculations, when you arrive at Forbidden Land No. 002 , the physical fitness is almost enough.”

"But you can obviously throw away things like raisins, red dates, and wolfberries, so prepare some supplies for me," Qingchen said a little unwillingly.

"I'm not young anymore," Li Shutong said earnestly, "Teacher needs to maintain his health."

Qingchen took out a thick paper book from his hiking bag and said sadly: "So, teacher, you asked Ye Wan to stuff a health knowledge manual into it? You must find a paper book these days." It’s not easy!”

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Thanks to Feng Yinwang, H, and Design students for becoming new allies of this book. Thanks to the boss. The boss is generous and makes the bosses rich!