In the Southern Song Dynasty, I competed with Mongolia for the world

Chapter 29 Human life is cheaper than grass (seek collection, recommendation, investment)
Fat tooth man was a little embarrassed, looked at Miao Rong, and carefully stretched out four fingers?
"Forty Wen?" Quan Yong's eyes lit up, feeling that this is more appropriate.

"It's four hundred words." Miao Rong whispered at this time.

"Grab money." Quan Yong quickly shook his head, no more.

Brushing, Miao Rong's face turned red, and she bit her lip lightly.

"So expensive?" Zhao Yurui didn't expect girls to be more expensive than boys.

"Miaorong is literate, can be a female celebrity, and can learn to wash and cook." Miaorong said at this time, and after she finished speaking, she thought for a while: "Miaorong can also do simple arithmetic."

Because I saw Zhou Lai counting his fingers before.

Fat Yaren immediately said: "She is a girl from an official's family, and she came to sell herself because of her family's decline, so the price is a bit high."

Quan Yong glanced again, he must still like it very much, but the price of the other party is expensive, so he finally shook his head: "It's too expensive, cousin forget it."

Zhao Yurui didn't want to disappoint his cousin, so he said, "350 Wen, if you want, you can go with us."

Fat tooth man looked at Miao Rong, and Miao Rong looked up at Zhao Yurui, hesitated for a while: "If --- once a year, it's fine."

She actually only wanted to sign for a year first.

This girl has a lot of ideas, Zhao Yurui didn't hesitate, and immediately nodded: "Success."

Quan Yong was overjoyed: "Thank you cousin, thank you cousin."

Thank you sister, it seems to be your person?Zhao Yurui shook her head speechlessly.

Now Zhao Yurui signed Yan Miaorong again in front of the dentist, the contract is only one year.

After leaving from Fat Yaman, Zhao Yurui followed another Yaman to the other side.

Still the same as before, I selected six first, and then asked them to play Quan Yong.

I don't know if someone tipped the news, anyway, this time the six of them went up together, and when they were asked to stab them with knives, they rushed to grab the knives.

Zhao and Rui felt bored. They probably colluded with each other and picked a few that looked fiercer.

Then they changed places and picked ten people from front to back.

Just as he was about to go to another place, a new tooth man came by his side.

This guy looks young, in his early thirties, wearing a green dress, with a gloomy face.

He just wanted to get closer, but Niu Bao blocked it with his hand: "What are you doing?"

Zhou Lai put one hand on the knife at his waist.

In the Song Dynasty, people were quite casual. Except for crossbows and armor, ordinary people could bring all kinds of weapons into the streets, including bows and arrows.

Later generations said that the Song Dynasty was weak and the Song Dynasty was weak. In fact, the folks of the Song Dynasty were very martial, and many scholars could carry swords when they traveled far.

After trading with Zhao Yurui, the Yaman immediately whispered to Zhao Yurui, "This is 'Little Kaifeng', a big tooth merchant in Lin'an City."

Those who can be called dentists are obviously doing relatively well in this line of work.

This person also has a nickname, Xiao Kaifeng. I don't know what it means, but it sounds tall.

"Let him come over." Zhao Yurui nodded.

"Young little Kaifeng, I've met a small official." The young man's smiling face was not friendly at all, it was full of flesh and blood.

"Say." Zhao Yurui remained calm and said a word, don't talk nonsense, let the fart go.

Little Kaifeng lowered his head and bowed his ears: "Young officials seem to be fighting fiercely. There are quite a lot of small ones there. Are you interested in taking a look?"

This is the black market in the Southern Song Dynasty.

The Southern Song Dynasty severely cracked down on the black market population trade, because contracts signed on the black market often violated the laws and human nature of the Song Dynasty.

At that time, Jin, Xia, and Meng were all slaves, so many of them were shipped from there on the black market, and of course there were also local ones. They were received at home and used as slaves, and they dare not have any opinions. Life and death are in the hands of the master. And no demographic information.

Zhou took a look at Zhao Yurui and wanted to remind him that this is a black market transaction, but Zhao Yurui asked, "Can't be too old?"

"There are both big and small. If a petty official wants to look at the small ones, he should look at the small ones."

"Go and have a look."

This time they left the West Lake, turned left and right following Little Kaifeng, and soon came to an alley. After walking for a short time, they saw a few green-skinned hooligans, all armed with weapons, guarding the intersection.

"Master Liu." Several people called Xiao Kaifeng one after another.

"You still don't pay homage to the petty official, you bastard with no eyes." Little Kaifeng cursed.

Several people rushed to meet Zhao Yurui.

When Xiao Kaifeng was speaking, he looked at Zhao Yurui and his party from the corner of the eye.

Quan Yong brought the youngsters signed by West Lake back to the palace first, and now only Zhou Lai and Niu Bao followed. Zhao Yurui was a little impressed when he saw so many people armed with weapons, they didn't change their faces and looked calm.

Little Kaifeng brought Zhao Yurui to a courtyard, opened the door and walked in, and saw many people in the courtyard.

Men and women, dozens of people, some chatting in small groups, some lying on the ground looking at the sky, some running around like exercising, and some practicing martial arts.

At first glance, they were all men and women between the ages of ten and seventeen or eighteen. Most of them were dressed in rags, their faces were yellow and thin, and a few were strong. They were probably just captured as slaves.

Seeing Xiao Kaifeng and the others come in, everyone got up one after another, and everyone looked at Zhao Yurui first, because they all knew that the person who wanted to buy them was coming.

"A small official is here, call everyone from the room and the backyard." Little Kaifeng said sharply.

Some of his subordinates immediately ran back, and after a while, more and more people came from behind.

In a blink of an eye, there were almost a hundred people standing in front of Zhao Yurui.

Zhou Lai's complexion changed slightly, and he lowered his head to Zhao Yurui's side: "It seems that they are all from the Yellow River North."

That's right, there are many Han Chinese, Xixia people, Jin people, and even Mongolians from the north here, all of whom are slaves transported from the north.

"Little official, how are you? Are you interested? They are all able to fight, obedient, and not too old." When Xiao Kaifeng said this, a stern look flashed in his eyes, and he almost said that they were all capable. Stabbing.

Zhao Yurui sneered: "The key is to be able to fight. If you don't obey me, you can train them to be obedient."

Little Kaifeng's eyes lit up, and he couldn't help taking a slight breath of air.

Without hesitation, he waved his hand immediately: "If you want to have a good meal with the petty officials, stand up twenty."

Whoosh, whoosh, people in the crowd stood up one after another.

Someone from behind brought a chair, and came to the corridor behind Zhao Yurui with a coquettish smile: "Little official, sit here."

Zhao Yurui took a look, took a few steps back, and sat down in the corridor, with Zhou Lai and Niu Bao standing behind him.

Little Kaifeng also stood beside him.

Someone in front went to clear the place, pushed some people away, and vacated a space. Soon, twenty teenagers stood at the front, and the others were driven into the corridors and rooms one after another.

These twenty teenagers exist in every country, the youngest is only twelve or thirteen years old, and the oldest is estimated to be seventeen or eighteen.

With a gloomy face, Little Kaifeng waved his hand.

Dangdang, a large number of daggers and short swords were thrown to the ground.

"Each person picks one, according to their height, the big one against the big one, the small one against the small one, one-on-one, and those who survive will go with the little officials." Little Kaifeng said coldly.

Human life is so worthless here, both Zhou Lai and Niu Bao changed their expressions slightly.

Zhao Yurui's expressions remained the same, but in fact they felt a little guilty.

This damn feudal society.

Does he sympathize?

Does sympathy work?
Even if you become an emperor, you may not be able to change these things.

This is still the case when the Song Dynasty severely cracked down on the black market.

Some powerful businessmen, like Xiao Kaifeng, transported the slaves obtained from the warring countries at low prices to the Southern Song Dynasty for sale, ignoring the laws of the Great Song Dynasty.

Thinking about the end of the Yuan Dynasty and the end of the Ming Dynasty, it was true that human life was cheaper than grass, not even a dog.

Just as he was thinking about it, there were screams everywhere in the field, and people were already fighting each other.

The victory and defeat were decided almost instantly, and only seven people stood intact in the end.

Little Kaifeng didn't even bat an eye, and with a wave of his hand, the next batch came.

After two fierce rounds, a total of thirteen winners were determined.

Little Kaifeng wanted to call again.

"That's enough." Zhao and Rui Huo got up, they couldn't help it, their legs were a little soft just now, but now they are used to it.

He suppressed the nausea in his heart and always reminded himself to get used to it, because when Meng Yuan came in, it might be even worse than it is now.

"What price?" He asked little Kaifeng loudly.

Little Kaifeng stretched out his finger: "Fifty guan each, only accept silver or copper coins."

After a pause, he continued, "It's fifty guan."

"So expensive?" Niu Bao exclaimed.

Little Kaifeng smiled grimly: "They can kill people." After finishing speaking, he looked at the casualties on the ground, meaning that these losses should also be counted.

Then he said: "They don't need wages, they follow the master for life, as long as the master takes care of their food."

"Give me the money." Zhao Yurui did not hesitate.

"Refreshing." Little Kaifeng laughed.

(End of this chapter)