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Chapter 888 Tripod (4)

"It's like this. The funeral hall is simply too horrible to look at." Feng Tang said softly, "The ancient kings were really cruel. They died, and so many people were buried with him."

Speaking of this, Feng Tang paused for a moment, and took a sip of wine slowly. Anyway, if he didn't say anything, Ximen Mingyue would also say it, and immediately continued: "Besides, Shouhua City was built underwater, and its scale is extremely large. In ancient times If it is true that there are no modern machinery and equipment, and all of them are built by slave labor, I really don't know how many people would have to die to build such a huge city.

That's why I said that Mingyue's plan to imitate Shouhua City is simply unrealistic. Even if my father has money, I'm afraid he can't afford it. "

Duanmu Baolian sighed. On Ximen Mingyue's computer that time, she really only saw the owner of the tomb - the magnificent mausoleum of the Shouhua City Lord, and nothing else, so she was quite emotional , This person actually built such a magnificent mausoleum after his death?Isn't this recruiting thieves?

Now hearing what Ximen Mingyue said, Duanmu Baolian finally understands that this Lord of Shouhua City is probably the same as those ancient kings. There are countless martyred slaves.

In a slavery society, it is not uncommon for slaves to be buried by nobles. Even slaves are sometimes not as good as some livestock.The life of a slave at that time was really despicable.

"I still can't figure out how Shouhua City and the Egyptian pyramids were built at that time?" Feng Tang said.

"The wisdom of those people in ancient times is really beyond our imagination." Mo Qingyi said with emotion, "We don't talk about anything else, just talk about the Simuwu tripod? Why do you want to build such a heavy tripod? In ancient times A tripod is a pot, you say, what can you cook with a big tripod weighing one and a half tons?"

"You want to know?" Ximen Mingyue asked with a mysterious smile.

"You know?" Mo Qingyi asked curiously, "Don't make up some random excuses to lie to you, I can tell that Baolian doesn't even believe you."

"Cut!" Ximen Mingyue really felt hurt at this moment, and he didn't do anything unreasonable, why didn't they believe him?

"What is that cauldron used for cooking?" Duanmu Baolian asked, "Anyway, I don't think it takes such a big pot for cooking? Besides, in a slavery society, there seems to be a clear hierarchy. The Wu is said to be Wu Ding's concubine. It’s not like sharing a pot with a slave to eat, I really don’t need such a big pot to cook, unless she is a giant.”

"It's impossible for her to be a giant." Ximen Mingyue said, "I suspect that the cauldron is for boiling people."

Duanmu Baolian's appetite for eating was completely destroyed by him in an instant, she immediately put down her chopsticks, and cursed: "You have nothing to say? Why don't you say anything, that pot is for you?"

"That pot is for cooking him." Feng Tang also felt that he no longer had the appetite for food, and this person was disgusting.

"I'm a nobleman, not a lowly slave!" Ximen Mingyue raised her head and said, "Even if I go back to ancient times, I'm still the one who boiled people, not the one who was boiled."

Xia Ying has been listening to their chatter without saying a word. He doesn't know much about the profound historical knowledge, but at this time, he really can't help it.

(End of this chapter)