Chapter 52 (please read) People are like rutted dogs
On the way back, none of the three chose to take the shortest road.
Instead, they unanimously headed towards another long road.
Perhaps when this time passes, all we can see is the mess on the ground, the sparse crowds, and the children hidden behind the stage.
Maybe even if they see something, they can't do anything but only increase their troubles.
But the three of them were still a little unwilling, and collectively agreed on this route back.
When we returned to the sideshow stall, the noisy gongs and drums had subsided.
After giving some rewards, the onlookers dispersed with satisfaction.
No one cares about that little episode on the way.
Only these three innocent children remembered it in their hearts.
The only ones left on the scene were the juggling children who were hurriedly gathering their props.
After the guests dispersed, the first thing the bearded class teacher did was not rest and eat, let alone reward the children for their hard work.
Instead, the children, who had been tired for a long day, lined up in a row at a quiet corner of the street.
Several children looked at their class teacher tremblingly, stroking their palms and not daring to make a sound.
The class leader raised the long whip in his hand and whipped it heavily in the air. A loud bang shook the hearts of the children, causing them to tremble even more violently.
The timid child was so frightened that he shed a few tears, but did not dare to raise his hand to wipe them.
The class leader and the long whip in his hand seem to be their biggest nightmare.
The class teacher glanced around coldly, and when he saw the timid appearance of these children, he revealed a sneer.
Then he pointed the whip in his hand, and the little girl hiding in the farthest corner took a step back unconsciously.
He yelled: "You little bitch, why don't you hide further?"
"If you go further, you won't have to eat today's meal, which will save food for me!"
"You are a freeloader, how are you going to compensate me for the bowl you broke?"
As he spoke, a ferocious smile appeared on his bearded face, and he took a few steps forward and whipped him with a whip.
The whistling tip of the whip fell mercilessly on the little girl, instantly leaving a trail of blood.
The surrounding children were so frightened that they backed away, fearing that they would be accidentally injured and implicated.
But the little girl didn't dare to call out, or even raise her head to look at the teacher. She could only curl up as much as possible, facing the whip with her back, hoping to suffer less pain.
Years of whipping have made them very familiar with where the pain is the most and where it is less painful.
After being whipped several times in succession, the little girl shrank completely into a ball.
The other children saw the miserable experience of their companions, but no one dared to make a sound.
Even under the shock of such irresistible violence, their loyalty to the class leader went one step further.
When Chen Ping and the others came here, they saw this scene.
Originally, Chen Ping had already convinced himself not to meddle in matters beyond his ability.
But I can see more and more blood stains on the little girl's body, and the gleam in the children's eyes is getting darker and darker.
All of this made Chen Ping's heart ache, and he couldn't hold back a surge of depression.
I really can’t stand it, treating people like stupid dogs.
Ye Chongwen also clenched his fists and was about to rush over to stop the class leader, but was caught tightly by He Qingxuan.
Facing the anger of Chen Ping and Ye Chongwen, He Qingxuan explained helplessly: "Don't be impulsive. Impulsiveness will not solve the problem, but will make it worse."
Seeing Ye Chongwen struggling even more fiercely, He Qingxuan immediately gave an explanation and said: "When I was in Jiangxia, I also encountered such a juggling team."
"I was just as old as you at that time, and I wanted to rescue those children, but I was stopped by an uncle."
"According to him, these children who entered the juggling troupe were either orphans or were sold to the class leader by their parents. In fact, they were the class leader's slaves. Even if they were rescued, they would just be sold into slavery again and change their masters to make a living.
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Chen Ping was stunned when he heard this. This was different from the knowledge he learned in the academy, and he began to recall whether he had missed anything.
He Qingxuan naturally knew what surprised Chen Ping.
Because according to the book, the people of the Dayu Dynasty were enlightened and slaves were never allowed.
Even if you are a servant of a wealthy family, you will sign a contract with the master, agreeing on wages and time, and you will not be beaten or abused, nor will you sign a life-and-death contract.
Chen Ping originally thought that the Dayu Dynasty had done a pretty good job in this regard.
He Qingxuan shook his head gently, and under the gaze of Ye Chongwen and Chen Ping, he said calmly: "It is better to believe in the book than to have no book at all. What is written in the book may not be accurate, and may even be completely contrary to the facts."
"It is true that the Dayu Dynasty did not have slaves according to law, but the practice of keeping slaves among the people has never been stopped."
"It is said that the people do not punish the officials, but how many slaves can sue their masters to the government? Even if they sue, I am afraid the government will only deal with it coldly. How many officials are willing to uphold justice for slaves?
If the declaration is not successful, another beating will be inevitable when we return."
This truth is not complicated, and Chen Ping, who has experienced life in his previous life, naturally understands it immediately.
The biggest beneficiaries of slavery are the officials and powerful people. How can they cause trouble for themselves?
If we vigorously rectify it, I am afraid that we will become the target of public criticism. It is not worth it to offend a big family for a little political achievement.
The little girl has been whipped by the class leader and has no sound at all. She can't even hear her gasping and crying.
I don’t know if I fainted or if I entered a more terrifying situation.
Chen Ping suddenly discovered that behind the frightened children who lowered their heads, there was a pair of eyes full of hatred, staring at the class leader with a sword-like light.
It was a young man who looked to be a few years older than the little girl, with the same sallow and skinny complexion.
Only those eyes were completely different from those of his numb companions. The dancing flames in his eyes declared that even though he had been under the influence of others for a long time, he had not surrendered.
Seeing this scene, Chen Ping felt increasingly sad, and he ran forward involuntarily.
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He Qingxuan was still pressing Ye Chongwen tightly and did not notice Chen Ping.
I thought Chen Ping was quite stable and would not be as impulsive as Ye Chongwen.
Who would have thought that he would be the first to rush forward.
I saw Chen Ping striding forward, blocking directly between the class teacher and the little girl with his small body.
The class leader had just raised the whip in his hand and was about to lower it when he saw something strange and suddenly pulled it back and hit a piece of grass nearby, almost hitting Chen Ping.
Grass clippings are flying, and a bitter smell wafts in the air.
Just as he was about to scold him, he was shocked by the long gown Chen Ping was wearing and the bookish air about him.
Children of ordinary families should be working at home at this age. Wearing short shirts is convenient for farming. Wearing such a spotless long shirt must not be a child engaged in manual labor. Look at that elegant temperament and scornful demeanor.
This is a little scholar!
Although the class leader didn't know Chen Ping's background, he also knew that most of the families that allowed their children to study were not something he, a juggling class leader from out of town, could offend.
When He Qingxuan and Ye Chongwen rushed over, the class leader had already become hunched over.
The two of them do not advocate luxury, their clothes are quite simple, and their words and deeds are not arrogant.
But the class leader, who has traveled far and wide, still saw the aura of wealth and nobility inadvertently revealed in them.
This aura of wealth is not borrowed from external things, but is acquired over a long period of time.
Although the class leader looks glamorous, this decent outfit cost him at least half a year's income, but it just looks decent.
The vulgar atmosphere has already penetrated into the bone marrow.
At this time, the class teacher, who was covered in cold sweat, was as trembling as those children.
He glanced at Chen Ping who was standing in front of him with his peripheral vision, and asked cautiously: "I don't know... I don't know what orders you have, young masters?"
Such a question made Chen Ping not know how to respond.
He really wanted to rescue the little girl who was being punished, but he didn't know how to do it.
After all, buying, selling, and raising slaves is something that is accepted by the entire society, otherwise he would not be so arrogant in broad daylight.
The class leader can tell everyone that these children are the ones he bought.
You can fight as much as you want, scold you as much as you want, as long as no one is killed, others have nothing to do with it.
It’s just that I didn’t dare to speak directly because I didn’t know the identities of the young masters in front of me.
When Chen Ping was thinking hard about how to answer.
The little boy, who was already furious, suddenly roared with a hoarse throat and bumped towards the class leader.