Baoye drove back to the construction site, Niantong and Boss Chu were already waiting for him at the gate.
"Mr. Jin, you are finally back."
Bao Ye got out of the car and asked, "How much blood have you received?"
Boss Chu sighed and said: "There are not many people who sincerely donate blood in Dongcheng District. Many people donate blood because of my face. In the end, they only received the blood of 40,000 to 50,000 slaves."
Niantong continued: "The situation in the Beicheng District is similar to that in the Dongcheng District, with only tens of thousands of people donating blood. In contrast, the situation in the Xicheng District is better, with 250,000 people and only 30,000 people who did not donate blood."
Bao Ye chuckled: "Boss Lu forced them to donate it?"
Nian Tong nodded hesitantly: "Mr. Jin, I don't understand, as long as we put a little pressure on these slaves, we can make them donate more blood, why do you only want them to donate blood voluntarily? Now the blood we collect Not enough to save slaves in nearby towns."
Baoye explained: "The slaves are becoming more and more cold-blooded under the pressure of the environment. They obviously have the ability to save others, but they turn a blind eye and watch the lives die in front of their eyes. What I do now is I want to bring back the last bit of kindness in their hearts. As long as they still have a little kindness in their hearts, they will be infected by other people who are willing to donate blood, and let them know that saving people is a happy thing, and it is a matter of letting them know. ] will not regret the things they feel guilty about for the rest of their lives. If we force them to donate blood, it will only make them] more disgusted, and even less likely to want to save people in the future.”
These words reminded Niantong of the situation in Xicheng District. Under the threat of Lu Da, the slaves in Xicheng District were very unwilling to donate their blood, and their faces were angry and afraid to speak. Looking back now, the blood released by such oppression is not qualified to be called blood donation at all.
He said ashamedly: "I can't imagine that I, who have lived for fifty years, have not thought through it like you, a young man in his early twenties."
Boss Chu asked, "What should I do if I don't have enough blood now?"
Bao Ye smiled and said: "It won't be enough. After we give the blood to slaves in other cities to drink, the blood of those slaves will also have a resistance effect, and then let the slaves who have drank the blood donate the blood to other people. People can be saved."
Nian Tong's eyes lit up: "Is this still possible?"
"Of course you can. I didn't say it before, but I wanted you to be more active and find someone to donate blood."
Niantong laughed: "It's true, if you said this to me at the beginning, I would never have been so active in looking for someone to donate blood, nor would I stay up all night and travel all over the two urban areas, I will put these now. Blood is given to people in other urban areas."
Bao Ye put away his smile and said solemnly: "Tell them that just drinking a little blood can cure their disease, and after six hours, draw blood from their bodies to give to other people and other city slaves. One point, you can't use this blood and other people's blood to buy and sell, and threaten other slaves not to give them blood to drink. If I know such a thing, I will make him suffer from other diseases after he recovers. "
Niantong nodded: "I will tell."
He drove away from the construction site with his own people and Boss Chu, and came to the outskirts of Gongcheng.
The people hiding in the dark saw Nian Tong in the passenger seat and ran out excitedly: "A Tong, A Tong, we are here."
"Big brother." Nian Tong quickly got out of the car and handed them the blood to drink: "This blood is the blood of slaves who have drank the potion. It can cure black spot disease and resist black spot disease."
Nian Huai's eldest brother Nian Huai and several senior slaves in other cities drank blood into their stomachs without saying a word.
Nian Tong told them Bao Ye's confession.
"We will never trade blood and threaten other slaves not to give them blood." Nian Huai and the senior slaves patted their chests and assured them, and then asked: "A Tong, whoever gave the potion to the slaves of Bow City and thought of using it Is it the same person who healed melasma with the blood of slaves?"
"right!"
"Then the slave who told us to donate blood to other cities just now is the same person?"
"Yes, what's wrong?"
Nian Huai smiled and said, "I just want to know who saved us. Can you tell us?"
"He ah-" Niantong smiled happily: "His name is...
Speaking of this, he inexplicably remembered the old nagging words in front of him that the old sixth always called the ugly slave to protect the master, and the ugly slave is not very powerful, what kind of master!
Nianhuai saw that he didn't say anything, and asked, "What's the matter? Can't you say it?"
"No, I just suddenly thought of something."
"Then what's his name?"
Niantong resumed his cheerful laughter again: "His name is Baoye."
"Master Bao?" Nian Huai smiled and said, "I remember."
Bao Ye, who was far away at the construction site, sneezed: "It must be a mental illness who misses me."
As soon as he finished speaking, Deacon Tao came: "Master Jin, the master is looking for you and asks you to come to the office."
"I know he misses me again." Bao Ye came to the tenth floor office.
Dong Lingce glanced at his face: "I did a good deed all night, and my face got better again."
Bao Ye touched his face, and the sarcoma on his face was much smaller and less: "Master, what do you have to do with me?"
Donglingce looked at him up and down: "Have you not felt uncomfortable since yesterday?"
"Yes, I haven't slept all night, I'm very sleepy, and my eyelids are fighting." Bao Ye smiled hehe: "Master, do you want to give me a vacation and let me have a good rest for a day?"
Dong Lingce smiled meaningfully: "Okay, there is no problem with resting for two days."
"So good?" Bao Ye looked at him suspiciously: "You don't want to do anything bad to me again, do you?"
"If you're afraid of me doing something wrong, don't rest."
"Cut, my Lord Bao has never been afraid of anyone. If you have the guts, let the horse come over." Bao Ye walked to the door: "Alright, let me take two days off, don't be fooled."
"If I take back what I just said, I'll be a puppy."
Bao Ye didn't think he was lying, so he opened it quickly and left, passing by the hall where the deacons worked, and shuddered suddenly.
He rubbed his goosebumps arm: "Why is it so cold."
Bao Ye felt as if he was in a freezer with a dryness of minus zero, and his whole body was shivering.
Could it be that the game of the gods is not over yet? But Dad didn't tell me that after the plague, the weather will turn cold!
He looked at the deacon who was using a cardboard fan to heat up, and asked, "Don't you feel cold?"
The deacon, who was so hot, gave him a look at him with a mentally ill look.
"I feel so cold, and my hands are frozen. If you don't believe me, feel it." Bao Ye grabbed the other's hand.
The deacon rolled his eyes at him again: "Your hands are hot and sweaty."
If it wasn't for the fact that the master valued this ugly slave, he would have wanted to smoke someone.
Bao Ye spread out his slap and looked at it, he was really sweating, so why did he feel so cold? sick? But people with supernatural powers can't get sick so easily.
He immediately thought of Dongling Ce, but from the time he entered the office to the time he came out, Dong Ling Ce did nothing. By the way, Dong Ling Ce asked him if he felt uncomfortable, which means he knew early on that he would uncomfortable.
Bao Ye returned to the Tangling Ce office: "Did you do something to me?"
Seeing that his whole body was shaking all the time, Dong Lingce hooked his lips: "Has it happened?"
Baoye rubbed his hands while exercising to warm up: "What the hell did you do to me?"
"This is what happens when you bite me indiscriminately." Tang Lingce took a leisurely sip of tea: "My blood is not so good, if I can't hold on, I will die. For the sake of you once making fun of me, just To remind you, use ice to get rid of the cold."
"Using ice?" Bao Ye felt that he was so cold that he had hallucinations: "Using ice to get rid of the cold? How to get rid of the cold with ice? You won't play with me, will you?"
Dongling Ce smiled and said nothing.
Bao Ye thinks that only by believing in him is a ghost.
He immediately teleported back to Donglingce's villa, turned on the water heater, and reached out to test the water temperature: "Wow, it's so cold."
Bao Ye looked at the steaming water: "It's obviously hot water, why is it so cold?"
Immediately afterwards, the right hand turned into an ice cube.
Bao Ye was taken aback: "Is it frozen?"
So insanity didn't lie to him.
Bao Ye ran to the first floor holding the frozen hand, put his hand into the ice compartment, and sighed comfortably: "It's so warm and comfortable."
Da Chao, who was cleaning, looked at him blankly: "It's so warm? Is the ice warm too?"
Bao Ye didn't answer him, and hurriedly stuffed the ice into his body: "Damn, it's finally a lot warmer."
Dachao stretched his hand into the refrigerator bewildered, it was obviously cold, how could it be warm
Bao Ye's body has recovered a lot, and his body has become soft and cottony. Sitting down, he suddenly felt that his body was full of strength, and he had the urge to work, but he felt so tired outside his body that he didn't want to move, which was very contradictory.
"I'm so tired." He grabbed the broom in Dachao's hand, cleaned the inside and outside of the villa, and found a rag and bucket to wipe the whole villa, not even Dachao's shoes. Pass.
Da Chao looked at his only blue cloth shoes washed into white and left to cool outside, and he was speechless for a while.
Baoye ran to Zisang Yanruo's room again and took out all her underwear. Seeing the cute underwear, he felt like he was about to cry, and he couldn't control himself.
"Ah, Mom, I didn't mean to take your underwear, you have to forgive me."
He carried the clothes downstairs, threw them into a large basin, filled the basin with water, and washed them one by one with washing powder.
Dachao saw that he was holding Zisang Yanruo's underwear down, and couldn't help staring: "Mr. Jin, you, you, you, you" you have been for a long time, without saying a complete sentence.
"I don't want it either. Don't tell my mother, no, don't tell Miss Zisang."
Da Chao came back to his senses: "Master Jin, don't you have a washing machine? Why do you still wash it by hand?"