Chapter 6 Slave Trading
【30 silver coins!】
The money and goods were all over, and Old John got on a donkey cart and pulled the goods straight towards Green Forest City.
Driving through the bustling streets and passing through the bustling crowds.
Yin Ming finally had a preliminary understanding of the superficial civilization of this world.
Not as backward as I imagined, it is roughly equivalent to Blue Star, the level of the first industrial revolution, and even saw a steam-powered car.
"Master John, I haven't come to visit Lun's house for a long time!"
"They all say that John Little is a dried caterpillar, no more! But Lun's family - don't believe it."
"Oh! Why does my chest hurt so much? That kind-hearted person helps Lun's family to rub it."
Passing by the legendary red light district, several women with pale lead powder on their faces and bright lipstick greeted John enthusiastically.
With a shortage of money, John made a few harsh words and rushed towards the slave market.
Yin Ming knew why this guy was so thin and poor in slave business!
“…”
soon!
The carriage came to the darkest corner of the city.
There are iron cages of all sizes on both sides of the road, with dark and brown dirt everywhere, and a pungent smell of fishy smell.
The orc girl with beast ears and beast tails inside, the red-eyed mermaid with scales, and the short dwarf with a big red beard.
Of course, the most numerous and best-selling person is the ordinary human being.
The fields, pastures, and mines of the nobles all needed a large number of cheap slaves to dig out glittering gold coins for them.
"Sir Singid, guess what good thing I brought."
Old John lifted up the ragged linen and tied the hemp rope to Yin Ming, showing it to a fat slave owner.
During the non-war period, a healthy and strong serf is a relatively rare product.
"A ordinary serf, who don't know, thinks you have caught an elf."
Xinjide didn't talk nonsense, and the first thing he did was to look at his teeth. His technique was more sophisticated than that of an old woman. He even checked the organs by pressing them, which was even more careful than a doctor's physical examination.
"35 silver coins, this is the highest price I can get."
"This price will increase ten times more, and you can't buy a strong calf."
"40 silver coins, for the sake of friendship."
"A young man who has just grown up can still be used for a long time, so it is also a good choice for breeding."
"45 pieces..."
After some negotiations, the deal was finally completed at a price of 50 silver coins.
“…”
【50 silver coins!】
Yin Ming floated in the air like a ghost.
He looked at his body coldly, and was bought and sold like a livestock.
Angry, humiliated, drew his sword and looked at him in a daze. He wanted to destroy the feng shui of his ancestral tomb, but he couldn't find where to bury the tomb.
Moreover, from the perspective of the natives, these people are actually not wrong. They are just carrying out an ordinary serf business.
It was just a coincidence that the serf who was being traded happened to be himself.
If it were the former serf "Ino", there would be no emotional fluctuation at all. If you are lucky, you will even feel grateful if you meet a good master to buy him.
"After all, it's too weak!"
Modern people's thoughts cannot accept the lowly identity of serfs without human rights, but they do not have strong strength to let the world operate according to their own wishes.
All problems are caused by insufficient firepower!
If Zhu Bajie was like this, he could ascend and ascend to the real immortal and gain the strength of a Taoist true immortal, he could not solve the problem, but could he not solve the problem?
"Although this world is not the Dharma-Ending Age."
"I don't lack the real skills of practicing Qi, but there is no spiritual energy in this world. Instead, it is a mysterious and extraordinary element. Even the old pig cannot restore magic power in this world, let alone practice the immortal path."
"It is known that the native extraordinary professions have wizards who can compete with the true immortals in the Tribulation Realm. There must be no shortage of thunderbolt methods to protect the Tao, but I don't have a wizard technique!"
Yin Ming sighed, for the first time in his life, he had such an extreme desire for power.
The mountain territory, because Viscount Orson pursued extraordinary power, several powerful men fought after the aftermath, resulting in thousands of people in the entire town.
In the slave market, people buy and sell freely like livestock. The nobles kill and seize the lowly serfs. Even if they are used for the offerings of evil gods, no one thinks that there is nothing wrong with it.
Shocking, Yin Ming felt extremely touched and felt extremely lacking in security for this turbulent other world.
“…”
There was a "bang".
Yin Ming was also locked in an iron cage and became one of the many exhibits in Xinjide.
In the cage, other slaves took the initiative to give up a seat.
Their eyes were not empty, and only when they looked at the slave owner, their bodies would involuntarily curl up and show a little fear.
Only those who have faith will feel numb and despair. The serfs have no idea of freedom at all, but instead enjoy themselves.
"How do you sell this slave?"
One morning, four lords pointed at Yin Ming and asked for the price, but eventually left because the price was not negotiated.
During this period, a handsome boy with white skin and abdominal muscles was bought by a rich woman with more than 200 kilograms of spherical and frosted skin at a high price.
Xinjide thoughtfully gave a cup of magic medicine, which is said to be a secret recipe passed from the palace. After taking this medicine, the 80-year-old man dared to draw his gun at the most fierce female monster.
At noon, a man in a black jacket picked four young and strong slaves.
Xinjide directly quoted the lowest price, with 1 gold and 20 silver per slave, and successfully reached the transaction intention.
So Yin Ming and three other slaves were transported to a manor a hundred miles away and locked up in a house built by black stone waiting to be delivered.
"It's over! It's over!" The older serf suddenly collapsed on the ground in despair.
"What's wrong? It's better to have a master than to be at the hands of a slave owner, and not having enough food all day long." Next to him, the younger slave asked with confusion.
"Did you see the lion's head badge at the door? This is the manor of the Golden Lion Earl, the fastest place for serfs to lose, and the largest customer in the slave market."
"Gu! No wonder the old guy who regards wealth as his life gives such a great discount." Another slave, obviously, had also heard of the name of the Golden Lion Earl, and became uneasy.
“…”
The effect of the Drunken Dragon Herb is not lasting. Yin Ming chose to wake up while eating and receive a piece of black bread that is slap, a cup of water that is not clear, and a small plate of black and unknown wild vegetables.
Black bread is more unpalatable than expected, such as tree bark, bran, and Guanyin soil crushed and roasted over high heat. Even if you take medicine, you will only swallow half of it.
The other three serfs spent half a day in anxiety and panic, and even tossed and turned while sleeping.
"Compared to the knife being placed on the neck, it may become a sacrifice to the evil god in the next second. What's the point of being a native noble? "
Finally, there is a safe place in another world and you must have a safe and sound sleep.
“…”
The next day, early morning.
There was only a loud "bang" sound.
Jeloren Howen waved his whip and made a loud sonic boom.
Yin Ming was sleepy and saw a strong man with muscles standing outside the door of the Black Stone House, who was about to burst into a slim butler's robe.
Holding a whip that was thick with fingers, a professional smirk hung on the corner of his mouth: "I will introduce myself. I am the butler of Tulip Manor, Geraln Howen, I will teach you in the future - no, I will train you to be a qualified serf."
(End of this chapter)
Chapter completed!