Mediterranean Hegemon of Ancient Greece Chapter 5: The believer Cardias

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"We don’t have any other cities in Crotone. It’s a bit wasteful to use the money from the treasury to set up a mail car to deliver letters. If... Asprostum still belongs to us, we can consider it. But then. If we do, our roads and bridges have to be built like this." Stasipus stomped his feet. Indeed, the uneven dirt roads in Crotone can easily make the carriage fall apart.

"Asprostum!" Speaking of this, it was the pain in the hearts of Crotone's people. Nick Stratus snorted, "I blame the council for being incompetent. You know, a few years ago, this place belonged to our Croton Plain. It was all fertile land! Now it belongs to the Dionians..."

"We should set off, otherwise we won't be able to catch the rest of Crimea tonight!" Stasipus turned the topic around and reminded the two of them.

"How far is it from Crimea?" Nick Stratus asked, rubbing his thigh. He was a little tired when he didn't come out often.

Stacipus stood up, looked forward, and said in front of his finger: "Lykasus, you go and see that stone monument, how far is it to Crimea?"

"Is there a distance inscribed on the stele?" Lycasus walked over in confusion.

After a while, he pointed to the stele and shouted: "20 miles from Crimea, is this this?"

"Yes."

"Also...the next line is carved with a small house and 5 li is written, what does it mean?"

"That means there is an inn five miles ahead that can provide short rest, food, and even accommodation." A pedestrian next to Lycasus replied.

"Oh, thank you!" Lycasus hurriedly thanked him politely.

"Are you doctors?" The man asked with a smile when he saw the medical box he was carrying.

"Yes, I went to Turyi with my teacher to participate in a...er...medical forum."

"Dionia's doctors have superb medical skills and are blessed by Pluto. They can save people who are dying. You go to study, but you have found the right place!" The man said with a clear expression: "What a coincidence! I also went to Turiyi."

The man’s words made Nick Stratus feel uncomfortable. He stood up: "Let’s go, let’s hurry."

A group of people walking on the sidewalk.

Beyond the sidewalk, there are cropping wheat fields one after another, which is no different from the scene seen before. The difference is that the diversion canals crisscross, wider and deeper; while the slaves have higher enthusiasm for labor, and they even sing loudly during their work. Not only did their masters not stop them, some even sang in response. Compared with the sluggish muna of Crotone slaves, Dionian slaves are more like normal people, and this is not an isolated phenomenon. Almost all Dionian slaves seen by Lycasus are in this state.

Lykasus doesn't quite understand this. He was born in a peasant family, and he knows the life of the peasant very well. Farmers in Crotone usually have one or two slaves, no matter how many they can’t afford, because they need labor to do farm work, they are very dependent on slaves, so they do not desperately squeeze them like every workshop owner in the city, but Treat slaves as part of the family.

When he was a child, Lycasus was carefully taken care of by his slaves in the family. He always thought that the simple and honest Thracian old man was more like a father than his father.

The Crotone farmer treats slaves well enough, is it that the Dionians treat slaves better? Lykasus felt that it was impossible. He wanted to ask Stasipus, but turned his head to see that Nick Stratus was discussing medical issues with Stasipus, so he had to give up temporarily.

Out of the corner of my eye, I caught a glimpse of the man who had spoken not far behind them. He moved in his heart and slowed down: "My name is Lycasus and I am from Crotone. Thank you for your reminder just now."

"My name is Cardias and I am from Silitian." The man smiled gently: "I go to Turei a lot, and I have a better understanding of Dionia. What do you have about this city-state alliance? If you don’t understand, you can ask me."

The man seemed to see his thoughts. Lycasus was embarrassed and asked: "I don't understand why these slaves are so happy?"

Cardias followed the direction of Lycasus’ fingers and saw the slaves singing in the wheat field. He thought about it and said: "That’s because they have hope."

"Hope?"

Cardias' expression became solemn, and his voice was low and long: "The great Pluto once said,'Everyone has a different destiny. Some are born rich, some are born poor, some unfortunately become slaves, and some are lucky. Nobles, but as long as they always have good intentions and don’t give up their efforts, until the end of life and the **** trial, facing the fair and unselfish golden balance, the status and wealth before death are only illusions, and the true decision of everyone’s soul is to be beautiful. The Elysée, or the terrible hell? It’s what you did in your life. The kind people go to the Elysees, the evil ones go to hell. Those who struggle for a lifetime can enjoy music and food, and those who like to work and those who like to work will always suffer hard labor..."

Lykasus was stunned: "You...you mean...these slaves worked so enthusiastically to enter the Elysee in the future?"

"It's not entirely because of this." Cardias said softly: "Davis, the Archon of Dionia, who has the blood of Hades, was inspired by Father God and passed a bill in the Senate.' Every year at the Hades celebration, the city-state slaves who performed well in the past will be given freedom.' And Daves will also give freedom to the slaves he owns on this day. Because Daves is deeply affected by Dionia The love of the people, they are influenced by the consul, and if they have spare capacity, they will also consider giving freedom to private slaves who make contributions to the family...

I remember that last year, a Nubian slave was sent by his master to the port market to buy goods. He rescued two drowning children in the Kekrati River. Not only was the father of the child willing to redeem him, the whole city All the people in the country unanimously demanded freedom...So you see that there is such an atmosphere in Dionia, can these slaves not express themselves desperately! "

Lykasus nodded. Although Crotone also granted freedom to slaves, he never enacted a bill like Dionia, and the number of slaves released was so frequent and so many.

In fact, there is another reason that Cardias doesn’t understand: Although the age composition of Diorian citizens and prospective citizens is mainly young and middle-aged (due to Diorian’s large number of immigrants), the citizens The number of times to participate in military training is more than ten times that of Crotone, and they have to take on some garrison tasks. They do not have more energy and time to take good care of their land, and rely more on slaves, so they do not only regard slaves as family members. Being a member has given him more work autonomy, which is more conducive to working hard to give play to the enthusiasm of the slaves.

"In the past two years, the slaves of Silitian have escaped to Knapetia from time to time. It is for this reason." Cardias added.

"Ah... we also had a large-scale slave escape in Crotone!" Lucasus remembered: "But not to Knapetia, but not to Crotone. Asprostum is far away. At that time, we also held a citizens’ assembly and sent people to protest to Asprostum, demanding that the escaped slaves be returned. They soon escorted the slaves back..."

"If Siritin and Crotone don't make changes on the slave issue, things like this will be inevitable in the future." Cardias sighed and said, as a Siritin, he doesn't seem to be worried about it. On the contrary, some are happy to see it happen.

Of course, the young Lycasus didn’t think so much. He asked another question in a puzzled way: "By the way, what you just said...the things said by Hades, how could I never Have you heard of it?"

"There are too many things about the gods that you haven't heard of." Cardias's eyes were full of expressions: "You know, the **** Zeus and his brothers and sisters worked together to overthrow their father. When God Cronus wants to divide up his father’s power again, Hades, as his eldest brother, can choose the sky or the sea as his god’s realm, but he prefers to choose a dark and humid **** and live underground for a long time. The human soul created a fair and selfless abode to ensure the stability of the world on earth. Isn’t he great!"

"Yes...Is that so?" Lycasus asked suspiciously: "Everyone knows that Hades is the **** that Hades has no choice but to choose."

"Have you ever thought about who passed down the facts that you know?... Without the permission of Zeus, the lord of the gods, how could such a secret thing be known to ordinary humans? Zeus Ruling the Olympus gods, of course he will let the content of the rumors benefit him. Hades, the king of Hades, is introverted and looks a bit gloomy. The Greeks don’t like him, so they believe the rumors." Cardias looked on. Seriously said: "But in fact, among the several main gods, Hades is the most loyal to his duties and keeps his duties. Zeus, licentious and wayward; Poseidon, violent and ruthless; Ares, crazy and bloody; Hermes, silly and playful; Hevestos, drunkenness; Apollo, proud and sinister... Only Hades, have you ever heard of anything bad about him?"

Lycassus heard Cardias’s words and felt a little confused in his brain. He clutched his forehead and said for a long time: "He...he robbed Demeter’s daughter Parsephone. Wife."

Cardias had an expression of "I knew you would have said this", he explained seriously: "The bad underground environment makes no goddess willing to go wherever Hades can do it, so he had to go through the robbery. Married a wife for himself."

Note:

The description of the road stele in this chapter is not from a modern concept. In the early days of the Roman Empire, there was a humanized design of the road stele, which is very similar to the current signage. Roman merchants also sold an iron water cup. For travelers who travel far, detailed road maps of various provinces are engraved on it to facilitate travel.

In the previous chapter, Darius and Atosha were not related by blood, but Cyrus’ son Cambyses did marry his two older sisters in order to ensure that Cyrus’ noble lineage was not contaminated. Tosha and Roxanne. After Persia fell into chaos, Darius relied on his horseman to seize the Persian power and took over the sister queens, making his throne appear more orthodox. Xerxes, the next king of Persia, seems to have been born to Atosha.