Chapter 30

The winter in Agrigento is either cloudy or rainy, and the wind and waves are also very strong. The salt field stops working in winter. There is no salt to wash, so the Potter father and son are idle.

The spinning, tailoring, laundry, salt drying, bamboo workshops and other workshops in the house were all made by mistress Sofia to only accept female workers. In order to allow women to work and earn money, supporting kindergartens and canteens were built.

Old Potter was very proud of his life. As a slave, he had already stood at the pinnacle that a slave could reach - the most noble and sacred priestess in Sicily, Manya, was his sex slave.

The Latin name Potter means gatekeeper. Because both father and son were called Potter, people added “old” before his name to distinguish them.

His mother was a Thracian slave who was conceived by the old master and gave birth to him, so he was Manya’s brother by blood. Because he was the blood of the master, he was appointed to look after the property in Naples.

That time, the old master and his wife came to the villa in Naples to spend the winter, and he had the honor of getting on the master’s bed. In the spring, the mistress was pregnant, and the mistress wanted to stay to give birth. After all, returning to Rome with a big belly would easily cause rumors about the old master.

So he and the mistress lived like a couple. The mistress taught him many things, including how to play with women.

He really loved the mistress. They lived together for more than half a year, passionately, and left traces of their lovemaking everywhere. She gave birth to his son and left, and he never saw the mistress again since then.

When he was lonely, he also wanted to find a woman, but whenever he had this idea, the mistress’s previous order - you can only have sex with me, her order was like an insurmountable mountain. He guarded the property of the Manius family and raised his son alone.

Later, when he heard the news of the mistress’s death, he cried very sadly.

When he thought that this was the end of his life, his new mistress, his half-sister Mania, appeared in his life and brought rain and dew to his dry life. He fell in love with the mistress at the first sight and couldn’t extricate himself.

When the mistress’s virginity was taken away by the German slaves, his heart ached as if it was broken. He suppressed his envy, jealousy and hatred, and did his duty to protect his sister, his mistress.

Then he found that Vicissus was not an ordinary person. Vicissus became the master. The strength he showed complemented the mistress, as if they were a perfect match. His jealousy gradually subsided, and her happiness was what he pursued.

When he put aside his unreasonable thoughts, the mistress proposed the idea of having another man, and the master actually agreed that he could have sex with the mistress.

The mistress also liked to be humiliated. The old mistress taught him the skills of playing with women, which he used directly on the new mistress. Just like the goddess of fate sent Senna first, just to make Sophia, who had been trained, become the mistress of the family, there was a destiny in the dark.

Sicily has a population of one million. There is no doubt that their family is the most noble family in Sicily. He, an old slave, is so noble that rich merchants have to salute him when walking on the street.

When the master saw that they were too hard to wash salt and wanted to find helpers for them, he strongly opposed it. Only hard work can make his conscience feel at ease and dare to enjoy the treatment given by the master.

Now, because of the climate, the work of washing salt has stopped. He patrolled the manor and everyone had work to do, except him. He enjoyed too much and paid too little. It seemed that thunder would strike his head in the next second, making all the good things vanish, making him anxious.

After cleaning the bathtub, changing the water, and lighting the fire in the mezzanine under the bathroom, when he walked out of the villa, the sun god’s carriage had gone west.

The sound of iron bars knocking was a signal to leave work. He walked to the workshop area to find the mistress Sophia.

Sophia was originally a captured slave, but she quickly proved her extraordinaryness. After being accepted by Manya, she entered the villa. A year later, she officially became the master’s wife, and each workshop was established in her hands.

The master and the mistress often have grand ideas, but it depends on the mistress to implement them. She is also the busiest of the three masters.

Any one of the three masters can make a family prosperous. If you still want to find fault with the three of them, the only flaw is that they have no offspring. The land of any mortal woman is not enough for the master’s seeds to take root, and without offspring, the family cannot expand.

When the female workers left the workshop, Old Potter found the mistress spinning. He saw that the mistress Sophia’s fingers were crackling and quickly fiddling with the abacus beads and making records on the wax plate. Her rapid calculation ability was simply amazing.

Two Cimbri female guards wearing leather armor stood on her left and right.

“Mistress (here is a respectful title, equivalent to our calling the boss lady), my hand was injured by my husband, so I didn’t complete the task today. Please don’t kick me out of the spinning group. I make less money and my husband will beat me again.” A woman stood by her table, showing her hand to the mistress, sobbing and begging.

“If your hand is injured, you should rest and give others the opportunity. If your husband is not good, you should divorce him. Go to the city hall to sue the committee member named Nicholas. He will grant you a divorce.”

“If I sue, my husband will beat me to death. I beg for your mercy. Please help me, a poor woman.” The woman begged.

“No one can beat my employees to death. Too many women need my help. I only help those women who muster up the courage and give it a try. There must be something hateful about poor people. I will not help a cowardly woman like you. Come on.”

“Madam, I beg for your mercy. I promise to complete the task tomorrow. Please.” The woman continued to beg.

“Drive her away.” The mistress ordered.

The female guard grabbed the woman’s collar and dragged her out.

The aura displayed by the mistress at work was intimidating. Old Potter stood by and dared not speak. The carpenter also entered the workshop and began to check the spinning machines one by one.

The hostess spent a long time calculating, and stood up after writing. He hurriedly helped her pack up the abacus, wax plate, and scroll, put on her bag, and followed her out of the workshop.

The women employed by the workshop took their children out of the nursery, bought food in the canteen, and walked out of the manor one after another. When they saw the hostess, they all saluted respectfully.

Hundreds of women came to work with their children every day on their own land, which became the busiest place in Agrigento. The family had completely left agricultural production, and the slave craftsmen served around several workshops. The brave Cimbri men became thugs, and the women were guards.

In order to let men feel at ease when women came to work, men were not allowed to enter the workshop when they were working, and a matching nursery and canteen were built. There were even teachers in the nursery to teach children to read.

A pungent smell of urine came with the wind. Old Porter saw several slaves carrying amphorae filled with urine to the tanning workshop. Hundreds of people produced urine in a day, which required more than a dozen amphorae. Urine is a must for tanning and laundry workshops.

Walking outside the canteen, I saw several people dissecting a bull. The butler Lupus shouted to a slave: “Hurry up and send these steaks to Senna, just in time for the master’s dinner.”

“Why do you want to kill such a good cow?” The hostess walked over and asked the butler.

“Mistress, this cow was not killed by us, but was hit to death by the master.” The butler replied.

“Killed by hitting? How did it hit?” The hostess’ tone was full of questions.

“When the master was out playing, the bull butted his horns and raised his hooves at the master, so the master used his head to hit the bull, and hit the bull to death after three times.” The housekeeper pointed to the bull’s head and said: “Look, the bull’s horns are broken.”

Unlike the two hostesses who made great achievements, he robbed the miser’s money and distributed it to his children; sent the shrewish noblewoman to a brothel to be a prostitute; redeemed the prostitute to marry; used carrots to dry the gangster’s asshole; forced people who defecated everywhere to eat feces; and robbed the bald man’s wig. This kind of thing is the master’s daily routine, and no one can resist him.

In short, the master is the most notorious man in Agrigento. Adults scare children in the name of the master.

“Did you pay the money?” The hostess looked helpless.