Number One Ugly Husband

47. You are really Good at Stiring People Up (1)

Translator: Guy Gone Bad

The price of pranking on the owner was to keep silence for the whole day and play a pantomime before all the slaves on the site.

Bao Ye didn’t dare to complain. He prepared the tools needed in the pantomime, then found Nian Gao to join his performance.

Nian Gao was reluctant at the beginning, but he agreed shortly after he heard that this drama was the owner’s command and all he needed to do was acting as a deacon who trashed the slave without saying a word.

Nian Gao wanted to beat Bao Ye for quite a long time. Besides, his condescending attitude towards Bao Ye determined his good performance as a cruel deacon.

After arranging all the details, Bao Ye stopped speaking.

When it came to twelve o’clock at noon, the slaves on the site all came out of the huge hollow to fetch their lunch. Seeing a temporary stage and a huge black electronic speaker on it, they all muttered curiously, “Why there is a stage here? What is it for? Ah, look, his majesty is here.”

Seated beside the stage, Dongling Ce turned a deaf ear to the discussion among the slave and focused on enjoying the sumptuous lunch, which slobbered the slaves around.

On that moment, the crying of cicada came from the speaker, which heated the scorching air.

Next, an ugly slave appeared on the stage, with a hoe on his right shoulder, and a toy baby on his back. He walked to the center of the stage and began to plow the land.

“The slave on the stage is going to play a pantomime for you.” Said the deacon.

“What is pantomime?” Someone asked.

“It’s a performance without words or dialogues. It is played by action and expression. This is the reward from His Majesty, watch tight.”

The slaves are excited by the reward show

Bao Ye plough the soil for a while and stopped to rest. He looked up at the scorching sun, wipe the sweat on his forehead, and picked up the bowl on the ground to drink. But the bowl was empty.

Bao Ye frowned and sighed. He licked his dry, peeling lips and raised the hoe to work again, but the baby on his back suddenly cried.

He put his baby down, patted and lulled the baby to calm down. He picked up the bowl again to feed his baby with water but only to realize that it was empty one more time. He put the bowl down and looked around in anxiety, but there was nothing except for the soil.

The baby cried itself hoarse, and the crying was louder and louder.

As he lulled the baby, Bao Ye suddenly slapped his own face heavily, blaming himself for not being able to feed his baby with a drip of water.

Sad music went out from the speaker.

The slaves under the stage were all slowed down in having their meal. Although the people on the stage didn’t say a single word, the helplessness and sadness were fully manifested by his action and expression. As slaves, they were deeply touched by the performance since they had experienced these by themselves.

Suddenly, a sound of whip burst out in everyone’s ears. Nian Gao walked to Bao Ye holding a whip.

Tense music replaced the sad tune in the speaker.

The whip showed Nian Gao’s character as a deacon. The slaves held a breath for Bao Ye.

Nian Gao slashed at Bao Ye’s back angrily, then pointed the ground with his whip, forcing him to continue his work.

Regardless of the pain on his back, Bao Ye held the empty bowl with his trembling hands, begging Nian Gao, the deacon to give him a bowl of water.

Nian Gao swept the bowl to the ground without giving it a glimpse. He slashed Bao Ye for several strikes to force him to work, otherwise he would slash him to death.

The slaves in the Lower World grew up with the violence from the deacons, and the vivid performance of Nian Gao evoked their anger in a second.

While the deacons all frowned at the scene. Although they deemed Nian Gao’s behavior totally reasonable since that was what they did all the time, they still felt the anger stuck in their heart and the willingness to beat Nian Gao.

On the stage, Bao Ye kneeled and kowtowed to Nian Gao, begging him to give his baby a sip of water.

Nian Gao didn’t touched by his begging. He kicked on Bao Ye’s chest and spitted on his face, as if he was speaking, “You, an inferior slave, do not deserve to have more water.”

Bao Ye scrambled up and continued to beg for a sip of water, or several water drops.

Nian Gao snorted. He lifted the baby in Bao Ye’s hug, tossed the baby heavily on the ground, and slashed twice on the baby. The baby turned into silence immediately.

Bao Ye pushed Nian Gao away and cuddled the baby. He shook the baby in anxiety.

But the baby gave no response to him.

Bao Ye reached out his shivering hand to feel the baby’s breath, then he quivered all over, with his eyes turned dumb, and slumped on the ground.

The slaves knew that the baby was died from his expression.

Deacon Nian Gao was furious about being pushed by Bao Ye. He rushed to Bao Ye and slashed at him madly, even the deceased baby in his arms was not free from his whipping.

The eyes of the slaves under the stage were all reddened with anger. The performance reminded them of their own experience. They even wanted to rush on the stage and beat Nian Gao to death, but in fear of the revenge of the deacons, they didn’t dare to express their anger and could only clenched their fists tightly.

Hugging the baby in his arm, Bao Ye cried out loud.