I am one year older than Chongzhen

Chapter 11 Have a place to live
"The eighth year of the Ming Dynasty or the ninth year of the Tianqi, I don't remember much."

Zhang's comprehension is quite high, and he imitated Huang Yi's word for word when answering.

Huang Yi, who understood, was stunned. It turned out that he had come to the Ming Dynasty!But this is wrong!
The carpenter emperor of the Tianqi Dynasty was quite famous, and Wei Zhongxian, who is nine thousand years old, may be a household name.

He clearly remembered that the Great Ming Qi Dynasty was only seven years old, where did the eight or nine years come from?
Could it be that history has changed, and this Ming Dynasty is not the Ming Dynasty in history?

"Come, come, come and sit next to me!" As he spoke, Huang Yi took a piece of roast lamb and handed it to Mrs. Zhang.

Mrs. Zhang didn't answer and looked at Hedan Battelle.

After Hedan Battelle said something, Mrs. Zhang took it and bowed to salute.

"Why do you want to see him?" Huang Yi asked puzzled.

"He is the slave's master!"

"Master?" Huang Yi was silent. The feudal dynasty was divided into different levels, and indeed there were many big and small masters, young masters, masters, and masters.

After a while, Huang Yi asked again word by word: "What did he tell you just now?"

"The master said that the servants will serve you in the future and obey your orders, so they don't need to do their usual work."

Huang Yi suddenly found it interesting, and joked: "Have I become your new master?"

"Yes!"

"Ah? Did Hedan Battelle give you to me?"

"Yes!"

Nima!It really is the evil old society!It can also be given as a gift.

"I'm your master now, right?"

"Correct!"

"You must obey my orders, right?"

"Correct!"

"Then sit next to me and eat the piece of mutton I gave you!"

Mrs. Zhang didn't speak any more, and sat down obediently, holding the piece of mutton and biting it in small bites.

Huang Yi has already seen that Hedan Battelle, a small, not rich tribe, is also hierarchical. At least half of the people always bow their heads and obey their promises. Eating meat and dancing around the campfire are not for those people.

"Have you been living here?"

"No."

"Oh! Where are you from, and how did you get here?"

"The servant girl is from Liaoyang. She was arrested during the desertion and was later sold to the grassland."

"So it was Hedan Battelle who bought you!"

"No, we were sold three times and robbed once."

"You? Who else but you?"

"Now there are only servants and servants' sons left." A look of pain flashed across Mrs. Zhang's face when she said this.

"There is your son here, how old is he?"

"13 years old!"

Boys at this age are very malleable, Huang Yi was very happy and said:
"Good! Good! Really good. Can he ride a horse?"

"I have had to run for my life since I was a child, how can I not know how to ride a horse?"

"Your family was able to flee for their lives on horseback. They shouldn't be ordinary people in Liaoyang!"

"The servant's husband's family tried hundreds of officials to grant the general banner, and there were dozens of soldiers at that time."

Seeing that Zhang's eyes were wet, Huang Yi didn't want to remind her of her sadness, so he interrupted: "It can be seen that you can also ride a horse!"

Mrs. Zhang nodded and did not speak.

"Go and call your son to let me see."

"Servant, servant..." Mrs. Zhang hesitated, looking at Hedan Battelle.

"Hedan Battelle, I want someone who can understand me to teach me how to ride a horse. Her son is very suitable. Do you understand?" Huang Yi said while making horse riding movements.

Hedan Battelle didn't understand, he was not stupid, and immediately looked at Mrs. Zhang with questioning eyes.

Mrs. Zhang carefully explained Huang Yi's meaning.

Hedan Battelle laughed and waved his hands.

Zhang hurriedly ran outside.A few minutes later, a half-grown boy with a thin and dirty body knelt in front of Huang Yi.

For some reason, Huang Yi felt that everyone he met here was dirty.

Huang Yi asked the boy to stand up.

Mrs. Zhang said that the child should be thirteen years old, but he is not short, close to 1.6 meters, but he is too thin, and his eyes are very big, which is clearly distinguished from the squinting eyes of Mongolians.

"What's your name?" Huang Yi asked.

"They all call the little one 'Yi He Ludeng'. We Han people should mean big eyes. My mother calls me Da Lang."

"You can follow me from now on! I'm also a Han Chinese, and I'll let you have enough food and clothing. Are you willing?"

"I'm willing, but..." The boy looked at Hedan Battelle with his big eyes.

Of course, Huang Yi knew who was the one who said it. He immediately pointed to Zhang Da and said to Hedan Battelle: "You good man, do it to the end, can you give me this child too?"

This time there was no need for Zhang's translation, Hedan Battelle understood immediately, he laughed loudly, and then said something to Zhang Da, the boy with big eyes knelt down and kowtowed again to recognize his new master.

This episode did not affect the herdsmen and warriors reveling around the bonfire.

Then Hedan Battelle came into the limelight, that was when he took out a transparent plastic bottle filled with boiling water and showed it to the big and round men in the tribe, and those men seemed to have seen a treasure.

Then I saw a dozen men whispering and looking towards Huang Yi's side. When their eyes met Huang Yi's, they all smiled and nodded.

Kaletu failed to see the leader showing off his "baby" and was drunk. It was because Huang Yi came and did not reciprocate indecently, and he also toasted Kaletu with a large bowl full of wine.

This man had already drank a lot, but Huang Yijing's bowl of wine became the last straw that broke the camel's back.

That night, Huang Yi obtained a yurt that was basically equipped with daily necessities, and two servants, a man and a woman.

Hedan Battelle is a stubborn person, and put all the seized items in Huang Yi's yurt.

No, no, not all of them. It was impossible for the three war horses to enter the yurt, and they were brought into the horse farm surrounded by wooden fences, where they were served by "big eyes".

There are a lot of loot in the yurt, Huang Yi doesn't know why these things are kept?

He pointed to Mrs. Zhang and said, "Clean it up, clean it up, and throw away the useless ones. By the way, there should be some dried mutton there. Take some for your son to eat."

Mrs. Zhang was stunned, and asked cautiously, "Can I really give it to Da Lang?"

Forehead!What Dalang?It's awful.Huang Yi thought reflexively, "Da Lang, drink the medicine."

"I think it's time to give the child a decent name. How about Zhang Dayong?"

Mrs. Zhang knelt down again, and she said: "My servant thanked the master for giving Da Lang a name, it's just, just..."

Why is there just?

"Just say what you have to say, don't hesitate!"

"Master, Dalang will not be named Zhang anymore."

"why?"

"Da Lang should take the master's surname, call the master 'father', call the master's wife 'mother'."

Forehead!The Ming Dynasty seems to be like this. Huang Yi not only likes to read Ming history and Ming Chuan works, but also read "Three Words and Two Pai" and "Scholars".

Therefore, knowing that the law of Ming Dynasty does not allow slavery, the landlords, wealthy officials and dignitaries took a flexible approach.

In theory, servants in the family are godsons, goddaughters, and godsons, while concubines are actually slaves, and they can be bought and sold in the same way...

(End of this chapter)