Urisaleng is a Tatar man about the same height as Zhang Xiaowu. He has a burly build, thick eyebrows, small eyes, and high cheekbones. He looks very difficult to mess with. But this man looks fierce, but he is a person who likes to laugh.
The eyes are gone.
Zhang Xiaowu despised Urisaleng at first, but after ten rounds, he was almost thrown to the ground by Urisaleng. He took a few steps back in surprise, stood firm, pointed at Urisaleng and laughed and said, I was careless.
I didn't hide...
Uzhisaleng smiled with his eyes split open and gave him a thumbs up, which meant that it was the first time he had met someone who could persist under him for ten rounds without falling. In his opinion, this man was not an ordinary person.
The two fought again. After a hundred rounds, the two were panting like cows, but they couldn't do anything to each other. It was also the first time that Urisaleng met someone he couldn't throw, and Zhang Xiaowu also got excited about playing various military formations.
After using their battlefield skills, the two still fought to a draw.
Zhang Xiaowu was able to kill Urisaleng several times, but this was just a wrestling match, not a desperate fight, so he was restrained. Urisaleng's face was covered with sweat, and he could see that the man in front of him
His strength, skill, experience and courage were all no less than his own. He even stared at his own throat several times, which gave him a sense of crisis, as he felt that he could kill him at any time.
Thinking of this, Uzhisaleng's momentum dropped a bit. He knew that he would lose after a long battle, especially because his physical strength had declined so much. The opponent was the guy on the opposite side. He seemed to be getting braver as he fought, and his endurance and physical strength were far better than his own. If he fell again,
If he goes down, he will definitely lose. He glanced at Solda for help, and Solda understood what he meant and stopped wrestling.
"Stop!" Solda received Uzhisaleng's signal. In order to save the face of the officers and soldiers, he interrupted the game between the two.
"Alas..." The neighbors who were watching the excitement were very disappointed. Why didn't they fight?
Solda asked: "Haiger, the tricks you use are not just wrestling skills, are they the military skills of the Han army?"
Zhang Xiaowu neither denied nor admitted: "All skills that can help people survive are good skills, whether it is the wrestling of the Tartars, the martial arts of the Han people, the heavy swordsmanship of the Wuhuan people, the assassination of the Fusang people or the Yuezhi people
Close attack."
"You're right." Solda nodded. He called Liu Xiong and asked him everything about Zhang Xiaowu. After discussing it with his subordinates, he pointed to the place on the west side of the ghost town and said,
"These 100 households on the west side of the town need a capable peace officer. From now on, you will be the peace officer of this area. If there are any disputes here, you will handle them. If there is a lawsuit involving human life, you need to report to me.
"
Seeing the confusion on Zhang Xiaowu's face, Solda did not explain, but said with a smile: "If someone disobeys you, you can beat him until he obeys. This is the rule of the Sardinians." He turned around and walked out of the courtyard to ride on horseback.
As he left, the people watching the excitement came forward to congratulate him on becoming the Sheriff. Liu Xiong hurriedly ran over to congratulate him on becoming his boss.
Zhang Xiaowu behaved very calmly, but was very interested in Solda. How could this guy be so bold to appoint himself as the Sheriff? What is a Sheriff? Through the explanation of the local security guard Liu Xiong, Zhang Xiaowu probably knew what the Sheriff meant.
, that is, the policeman of hundreds of households on the west side of the town. He receives a monthly salary of twelve silver coins and can recruit four subordinates to serve as patrolmen. However, the patrolman's salary must be paid by himself, and the amount of the patrolman's salary is determined by himself.
The peace officer is equivalent to the civilian police, the patrolman is equivalent to the auxiliary police, and the local security guard is equivalent to the village chief. The infrastructure of the Sardinians is very reasonable. Even their practice of re-employing foreigners has greatly won over people's hearts. Zhang Xiaowu became even more anxious.
A few days later, he saw some horse bandits coming to the ghost town. He originally thought that the Sardinians would fight the horse bandits, so he even rode his old horse, carried a hard bow on his back, and came to the military camp holding an iron mace.
Erda learned that he was worried about the horse bandits attacking and came to help. He smiled from ear to ear and explained: "No, no, no, it's wrong. They are here to do business, not to fight."
"Doing business?"
"Yes, all horse bandits need to do business with us to survive, otherwise how can they survive?" Solda stroked his beard and said with a smile, "For your bravery, I decided to reward you with a war horse, your old horse.
The horse probably can't run anymore. If you have a chance, send it to heaven." The Sardinians believe in the god of heaven. They believe that they will enter heaven after death, but believers in the god of heaven are slave owners in heaven, and pagans will become their slaves.
Slaves, trampled under their feet.
The horse bandits entered the ghost town in an orderly manner, bought some grain, spices and salt in various shops, and then auctioned the slaves in the square outside the military camp.
"A Han female slave, over twenty years old, strong and fertile, has given birth to two strong children, the starting price is ten silver coins." In the slave yard, a person shouting loudly in Sardinian took the lead in starting the auction.
"You are so thin, and you have given birth to two children? Are you bragging?"
"It must be a lie. There is not a single word of truth in these bandits' mouths."
"This woman is too thin and has no energy at all. Do you believe it? Lying on the sheepskin mat, she will only open her legs and let others play with her. It is not interesting at all."
"You are right. This kind of woman must have been sold by horse bandits after they got tired of playing with her. She has long been infertile."
"It's best not to buy women from horse bandits. Those women will die within a few days after you buy them."
There has been no slavery in the Central Plains for a long time, and in addition to selling oneself (selling oneself), human trafficking has also been officially banned. In the northern part of the country, with the entry of the Sardinians, the slave trade has regained its vitality, and this is the most popular one.
Their business is selling men. Years of wars have resulted in a scarcity of men in the northern part of the country. Theft of boys and the sale of male slaves have become the most important source of income for many horse bandits.
It was the first time that Lu Qingxi participated in a slave auction. She was so frightened that she did not dare to look at the people on the stage. Zhang Xiaowu asked: "Do you need a slave girl?" Gu Qingxi quickly shook her head, looking at the numb face of the Han slave girl.
I couldn't help but feel chilled. Some people in Saibei can no longer be called human beings. They are goods.
The auction for this Han female slave failed in the end because no one was willing to spend ten silver coins on her. The auctioneer was so angry that he whipped the female slave several times and had people drag her back like an animal.
The second person to be auctioned was a woman, a strong Tartar, which aroused the interest of several people. Compared with the thin and numb Han woman, this Tartar woman who saw the situation was more capable of working and giving birth.
Easily sick, her price was higher. In the end, the Tartar woman was sold for fifteen silver coins, and the person who bought her was a red-haired Sardinian cripple.
"They are so pitiful." Gu Qingxi's face was full of sadness. Zhang Xiaowu looked at the slave trade without saying a word, his eyes thoughtful.