"Here comes out, hurry up, go to the yard for dinner."

Following the order of the man, a thug walked into the house, opened the wooden shackles around the slave's neck, and shouted the slaves to go to the yard. People in the yard came out. There were so many people, so many basils could not be seen at all. Anyway, there were five or six hundred people. Everyone gathered in the yard. In the shed on the east side of the yard, someone was burning a steaming big pot there. More than a dozen big pots were mounted on the stove. On the side of each pot, there was a man holding a spoon waiting to serve the meal. There was a big basket in front of the pot with chaff balls inside.

The slaves lined up and walked through the big pots one by one. The pot was filled with thick bowls. Each slave went to the front to get a bowl. When the person who gave the rice made a spoonful of rice, he walked to the basket and sent another chaff. Then he walked over to one side. Basil also got a bowl, and the bowl was broken, and she carefully held the other side intact. The cooker spooned a little bit of rice from her bowl and put it in. She walked over and was also sent a chaff. She limped to the side to eat. It was not the only one who was the slave in a yard, whether big or small, male or female, almost all looked like this. They all had anklets on their feet. The yard was clattering in a yard.

The rice is a vegetable soup. The sparse ones can be seen, with only a few yellow and rotten vegetables leaves inside. The bran dumplings are too thick, and the throat is full of fire. If you don’t drink a sip of the soup quickly, people will feel blue. The slave food is not as good as pigs and dogs, let alone in this slave trading hall. The owners here do not want slaves to work. They are just goods in the eyes of the owners. Some of them stay here for a day, and some only stay for a while, and no one cares whether they are hungry or not. Such food is already good here. If it weren’t for the brighter face of the morning market goods, the owner would have wished that he would save even this meal.

After the breakfast, the clerks were taken out of the Fengkill Slave House in batches and led by different headmen to slave exchanges in different places in Tangcheng. Penghua and fifty or sixty people were taken by a big bearded headman to an exchange north of Tangcheng. As soon as Penghua was led by the headman through the center of the city and headman to the north, Penghua knew in his heart that this was she going to leave Tangcheng. When she was in Tang Mansion, she often came out to buy lines with Aunt Zhang, and she knew that there was a slave exchange in the north of the city, which sold slaves to other places. And it was still a long distance away.

It would be different if you go to the south of the city. The slaves there were sold to various large houses in Tangcheng. Only the north is the most different, the farthest sold, and some are sold to Qi and unexpected other countries. Perhaps they are not from the Central Plains, and it is also possible to sell to the most remote northern wilderness.

Did the Mutuo Suanxian leave? Have you ever left with Yinqi?

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Zhang Jian asked Yinqi that the Chunliu pawn shop was on South Street. She didn't have the chance to go to that place. If she really had the chance, would she really go to the pawn shop and take out this piece of jade to ask for help? She didn't know, she was really confused.

The Slave Exchange in the North of the City has arrived. The exchange has been crowded with people. There are all kinds of slaves, all kinds of sellers, all kinds of slave heads, and some new owners. It is lively like the livestock market in the morning.

The manager of the exchange came to greet the head.

The man who played the role of the owner of Rong's house."

Thank you for your hard work.”

The owner of the hall said hello yesterday. He said that the group of masters from the north should be taken away. When Zhao Laosan was coming, he would give him one hand."

The turtle and the turtle are eager to study Mu Shu!

The slaves were scolded.

The silence comes, and they all come here, come, line up."
Chapter completed!