"Two, two heroes, spare your lives." The young man huddled on the spot, trembling, and his eyes seemed to be trembling.
Whether it was a coincidence or intentional, neither Bai An nor Zhang Xuan was wearing a robe today. They were both wearing coarse cloth.
Bai An smiled and said, "You misunderstood, we just want to hear the truth."
Bai An had a smile on his face, and his words were kind and profound, but in the boy's eyes, it seemed as if those words contained an ice blade that could kill him in the next second.
In fact, this was just the boy who was frightened out of his wits by the two men's rude and careless actions. In fact, the two men did nothing.
In fact, he didn't even give the boy a slap in the face, but he just blocked the boy's way.
"Say, you say, I will never dare to lie to you."
The boy shrank back out of habit, as if he was stuck in a corner. His head was like a chicken pecking rice to please Bai An.
Bai An stepped forward and patted the young man on the shoulder, trying to comfort him, but his hand had not yet touched the young man.
The boy had already yelled out of his guts, and then Bai An smelled a foul smell. Looking again, the ground was already full of filth.
"I, am I that scary?" Bai An deliberately asked himself, backing up again and again.
He was almost 1.9 meters tall, with a broad shoulders and round waist, a square face, a grinning mouth, and a trembling beard on his chin, which was as white as a needle about to penetrate into the bone marrow at any time. Such a person standing there was enough to make people fearful.
What's more, the young boy was blocked by him and was shot endlessly by his eyes. How could he not be afraid?
Moreover, Zhang Xuan has a careless personality and does not look like a kind person. It is not surprising that he was scared to death.
"What kind of errands do you do at Xu Mansion on weekdays?" Zhang Xuan pulled the man back so that he could not reach Xiaosi, and waited for the little boy to calm down before asking.
This time, his words were just gentle words, without whistles or uninhibitedness, but with a little bit of comfort.
The boy took a deep breath, swallowed a few saliva up and down his throat, and then said: "Just serving Hua'er and sweeping in the study."
He also spoke attentively, with his eyes looking at the ground, and his voice was as loud as a mosquito.
"Can I see Xu Ziyu?" Zhang Xuan called him by his first name.
How dare the young man lie: "Okay, but... I just see you from a distance."
"Have you ever spoken?"
"No...no." After the boy finished speaking, he buried his head very low, as if he wanted to clamp his crotch.
He was afraid that he would not be able to say anything useful and would die in an instant.
"How does he treat the servants in the house on weekdays? Don't worry, I don't kill anyone." Looking at this, Zhang Xuan felt a little disgusted that this man was too dead to help him up the wall.
He originally wanted to lift the person up, but when he saw that, he couldn't hold it back.
"They are divided by gender and age. The older ones can't get close to each other, but they can live an easy life. The little girls are all well-fed and pampered. We are often beaten and kicked." As he said, the boy.
He also rolled up his sleeves, and the patches of purple were clearly visible.
"Who beat me?" Bai An asked.
Come to think of it, the county magistrate wouldn't do it himself.
"He has more than a dozen guards and a dozen rough ladies, all of whom are highly skilled in martial arts." The boy hesitated and said.
The boy didn't believe what Zhang Xuan said and thought he would die if he didn't say anything, so he poured out everything.
However, they have never asked about this kind of attitude before, and they have not even heard of it.
You know how deep the mansion is but how deep it is, and how these servants dare to be angry but dare not speak out.
"Do everyone in the house look at you like this?"
"No one cares about us. We have all signed death contracts. The government never asks for living contracts. If you want to work for three or four years and then leave, it is absolutely impossible in the Xu family. Moreover, the little girl in this family is
Most of them are bought from outside. If you are not familiar with the place, if you don't wait for more than half a year, you will be beaten to death if you want to go out." The boy looked at Zhang Xuan, and Bai An kicked him out.
It was also a coincidence that I blocked the people who knew. This person has been in the Xu family for some years, so he knows a lot. And since he is active in the study, it is easy for him to know more things.
"No wonder."
No wonder, when they went to the house to ask the girls, they found that the girls didn't like to say a word. The servants also didn't show up when they saw people wearing official robes.
The opportunity eluded him.
But in Daman, only officials of the fourth rank and above can use such slaves signed with death contracts. The rest use human teeth to sign on their behalf, or living contracts that are renewed every three years. Although there are very few people
If you have the money, choose not to continue.
But this is very different from a death contract. Daman's death contract cannot be redeemed. Even his wife and children will be involved in it for generations, and he cannot study, do business, or have activities that are restricted. Therefore,
Daman has very strict control over the death contract.
Such slaves must have some crimes in their ancestors, or they may have escaped from the famine years. That is why people who have lost their registration are not allowed to sign death contracts with others.
Death deeds do not require any household registration. They can go directly to the government office, stamp the person's back, and then give them a slave status.
After hearing this, Zhang Xuandao said, "Take off your clothes and let me see if what you said is true or false."
He still didn't believe it,
If it is a death contract, in whose name are these maids named? The county magistrate of Daman, the sixth grade.
The boy moved very quickly, and after making a small sound, he turned around, and there was an impressive mark on his back.
The word "slave" as big as a palm follows this person from birth to the full moon, and this is the most undeniable testimony of the death contract.
The two people with the word "slave" couldn't breathe, and with great difficulty, Zhang Xuan finally uttered: "What are you doing out here? If you lose it, someone will find it."
"Maybe there is, but it's impossible to search all over the streets." The boy only said one sentence, without saying what he was doing.
"Gag your mouth, cover your head, and take it back to the Yamen at night. Don't kill anyone, and don't let anyone see you." Zhang Xuan whispered and left the alley first.
Bai An nodded and walked forward.
"You, what are you going to do?" The boy wanted to find a hole in the ground to crawl in, but there was no one. He could only shrink back.
"I'm not doing anything, I'm just watching you." Bai An sat down where he could hear the boy's breathing, but still left a little room for him to live, and then the alley became quiet.
It wasn't until the sky slowly turned black that there were some other sounds in the alley...