Dandere General and his Lord

Mo Qiaosheng didn't speak. After a while, he finally nodded slightly.

...

Cheng Chiba's carriage walked on the snow-covered streets.

This winter is very cold,

But the situation on the street was much better than when Cheng Qianye first arrived in Bianzhou last year.

At least, there are no corpses that freeze to death by the walls everywhere.

Although the civilians walking on the road were still wearing shabby clothes, most of them also wore cotton-padded clothes that could withstand the cold. More or less, there was a touch of New Year's festivity on the face.

Car dealers to the west of the city, here is a distribution slave market.

It was here that Cheng Qianye bought the sisters Biyun and Xiaoqiu.

Compared with last year, it has become the largest slave trading market in Bianzhou, and even shacks have been built.

On the messy pillars in front of the market, there are slaves who are ready to change.

On a simple high platform, someone even led a slave to the stage, shouting and selling.

Cheng Qianye frowned.

"A large number of civilians in our Bianzhou have obtained land, and many soldiers who have won titles have also obtained land that cannot be cultivated. These land lack manpower to cultivate." Cheng Feng accompanied him, and he followed Cheng Qianye's eyes. explain.

"As a result, the slave trade has become more and more popular recently. Many slave traders, from other war-torn countries, purchased a large number of slaves and shipped them to our Bianzhou for sale."

In the slave market, slaves in ragged clothes were reprimanded, whipped, pushed and sold by their masters in the cold winter and twelfth lunar month.

Trembling like an animal, it was tied up for anyone to choose.

Cheng Qianye got off the carriage and watched all this silently.

Chapter 67

"If the lord doesn't like it, you only need to issue an order, and Qiaosheng and I will immediately demolish the slave market in Bianzhou." Cheng Feng said.

He and Mo Qiaosheng traveled with the protector in micro clothes.

At this moment, the two of them were full of anger.

Such scenes reminded them of the dark days in their lives.

"No, this is not a solution to the root cause." Cheng Qianye said softly, "As long as there is a lot of demand for any business, it must exist one day. Even if we ban the market in Bianzhou, it will not change. This is the case all over the world.”

"You wait patiently. As long as I am alive, one day, I will fundamentally make this kind of jiāo easy and completely perish on this land."

Obviously they are the same life, but these slaves are bullied and treated like live animals. It's tied there like a cargo, left at the mercy of others, to choose.

In the past, Qianye did not like to see this kind of scene the most, and whenever she encountered it, she tried her best to avoid it.

But today, she has the courage to face everything head on.

She lifted her steps, stepped on the mud, and walked into this filthy market.

"My lord, don't go in." Mo Qiaosheng grabbed her and shook his head, "This place is so dirty that it stains your eyes."

"Qiaosheng, you don't have to worry. I just want to get in touch and understand all this. If I don't even dare to look at it, how can I ban it?"

She squeezed Mo Qiaosheng's hand with a little force, smiled at him, turned and walked towards the population market.

This market is divided into three large circles inside and outside by some simple shacks connected together.

The outermost ring is like a fence that closes the cows and horses, and the slaves who are mainly used as labor are tightly tied.

Bianzhou has recently reclaimed countless wasteland, and there is a serious shortage of manpower to cultivate farmland.

Those slightly wealthy civilians, or the non-commissioned officers who obtained titles in the army and were allocated land, became the main purchasing power in this market.

The purpose of their purchase of slaves was to increase the labor force at home to cultivate that large area of ​​farmland.

For them, buying a slave not only requires a large amount of family savings, but the family also faces the pressure of taking on more than one adult's ration every day.

Even if the slaves can eat very poorly, they are still important property of the family and cannot be starved to death casually.

They were bustlingly crowded in front of those fences, carefully choosing.

Look at the figure, look at the muscles, and even pinch the mouth of the slave to look at the teeth, in order to buy a strong and healthy labor force to go home.

If there is something you like, they will bargain back and forth with the slave traders who are standing by.

To them, it was no different than buying a farm animal.

If they can't buy a strong slave, or the price of slaves is too high, then they would rather go to the cattle and horse market to buy a cow and a mule.

When we reached the second circle, there were obviously many fewer people, and in each shack, only one or two slaves were tied.

These slaves have some skills that ordinary slaves can't, such as being able to read, cook, master a musical instrument, or have the experience of serving nobles in the wealthy Wang clan.

Most of these slaves have a wooden sign in front of them, with their age, background, skills and other information written on them.

The slave trader stood by, shouting vigorously, and enthusiastically selling his "goods" to every passing guest.

Sometimes they even order their slaves to perform a talent show to grab the attention of their guests.

There are also far fewer guests picking slaves in this circle.

compared to outside

Circle those buyers, who are generally well-dressed. Most of them are comprador butlers from big families, who come out to purchase suitable personnel for the family owner.

The innermost circle is a huge tent, with a thick curtain blocking the view inside.

Occasionally one or two gorgeously dressed guests came in and out, lifted a corner of the curtain, and brought out the extravagant sound woven by laughter and crying within the tent.

Cheng Qianye has no interest in the so-called "high-end goods" used to satisfy the upper echelons.

She walked inwards along the road of the second outer circle.

Mo Qiaosheng followed behind Cheng Qianye. He looked at the dull-eyed figures in the shack.

The slave here was once the limit of what he could do.

I tried my best to learn a little bit of skill, and I was able to be valued by the owner a little bit, and assigned to an independent shed, so I could barely have enough food.

You don't have to be used as a bull and a horse like the slaves in the outer circle.

You don't have to be like a slave in the inner circle, serving Israeli servants and becoming a plaything for aristocratic masters.

Mo Qiaosheng looked at Cheng Qianye's sturdy back, walking in front of him.

I have almost forgotten that if I hadn't met the lord, the best life I could achieve with my life would be just like the people in front of me.

Cheng Qianye stopped and turned slightly sideways.

Mo Qiaosheng looked at the shimmering face in the sunlight, and slowly tightened his hand.

How fortunate it is to be blessed by the heavens and bestow my lord to me.

At this moment, Cheng Qianye turned his head sideways and looked somewhere, showing a slightly surprised expression.

She said to herself a word that neither Mo Qiaosheng nor Cheng Feng understood: "Ah, like a diamond."

In a dilapidated shack by the roadside, a man covered in filth was tied to a stake by hemp rope.

With his head down, his body covered in scars, his upper body leaned against the stake, looking like he was about to die at any moment.

The slaves in this circle are usually tidied up in order to be able to sell for a better price.

Rarely was he so embarrassed, with bruises or welts all over his body, almost indistinct, apparently suffering from repeated nüè beatings by his master.

Cheng Qianye walked straight to him, looking at this man with a hint of surprise.

In her eyes, this filthy slave shone with a rare dazzling light.

The sleepy slave trader who was standing beside the shack saw Cheng Qianye, and immediately came over.

Although this guest's clothes are not complicated, the materials used are obviously extraordinary under a closer look, and the attendants beside him are all spirited and well-mannered, and they are obviously well-trained guards.

This is a rare "big customer" in this circle.

When the slave trader thought of this, he folded his heart and sneered about his 'goods': "The guests have a really good eye, and they saw our best goods at a glance."

He found a damp cloth, grabbed the slave's hair, and wiped his face indiscriminately.

Even after the blood was wiped off that face, it was still blue and purple, one eye socket was swollen so high, only the other eye could barely open a gap, and the corners of the mouth were still blackened, making it impossible to see the true face at all.

Rao is that slave trader who has the ability to talk like a lotus flower. Looking at such a face, he is too old to continue to brag.

He smiled awkwardly: "This, this is really what Saipanan looks like, but it's just a little disobedient. I was so angry that I beat him hard, just now. I bought it back and raised it for a few days."