After a while, Sandy walked around the square with Du Wei several times, and finally, with strong recommendation, he squeezed Du Wei under the high platform in the northwest corner.
"This is the most prosperous slave farm here." Sandy was very small and struggled to tiptoe in the crowd, struggling to talk to Du Wei. Although Du Wei was not very old, he was a member of the Luo Lin family's martial arts family.
His bloodline makes him thin, but he is not short.
"This one has the best business, and the boss behind it is also the most powerful. They can always get the most and the best slaves. And, did you see, their booth is also in a good location."
"What's the difference?" Du Wei asked curiously.
"Of course it's different!" Sandy tried hard to explain: "Their stand is right here. It faces the sun most of the day. The light is the best. When people are watching and choosing below, the sun shines directly on it.
You can see it most clearly on those slaves, and because of the sun, those slaves look a lot more energetic even if they are sallow and thin! Here, there are rules for who occupies what territory. You
Look at this house, right at the entrance of the square. Everyone who comes in to buy slaves will see their house first. Although the house opposite is also large, it is in the opposite direction, always on the shaded side of the sun.
And people always see them when they are going out... You think, when people see them after they have finished shopping and are ready to go out, the business will naturally be a little bit worse."
At this time, on this large high platform, a clown-like guy dressed in colorful clothes was shouting something loudly. Although this guy was thin and strangely dressed, his voice was really loud.
Holding a whip, there was a group of slaves standing on the platform behind him. All of them had dull faces. Dozens of them were tied up with only a rope. They were obviously "mature slaves".
"Lords and nobles, please take a look! These are useful guys! Look at this size, look at these muscles! Buy them back and work as coolies. As long as you give them a little bit of land to eat, they can work like animals in heat.
Live! And everyone is a strong laborer and can do basic farm work!! Their courage is smaller than that of a rabbit, but their strength is stronger than that of an ox! If you buy such a slave, one can do the work of three people!"
As he said this, this clown-like guy ran to a male slave next to him. The male slave was very tall and had a big frame. Although he was a little thinner, he still looked very strong. In front of him, he was two feet taller than him.
Although he was a tall slave, this clown slapped him as if he were an animal. He even pulled his lips apart and said, "Look! There's nothing wrong with him! Look at this mouth! Look at him again."
Eyes! Three silver coins! Three silver coins can get you an honest slave who will do the dirtiest and hardest work for you! They can eat anything, you just need to throw in a little porridge made from wheat husks every day.
I can feed them!"
Du Wei and Ruolin discussed it. They found that the workshop at the back of their shop really needed a few people. They were about to ask Ruolin to accept the price. But Sandy quietly pulled Du Wei's sleeve and mouthed something silently.
talk:
"hold on."
These dozen slaves were quickly bought by several out-of-town merchants. As they paid the money, they sent people to the back to take them away.
Du Wei glanced at Sandy in confusion. Sandy quietly hid behind Du Wei and lowered his voice and said: "These ones just now are not good! The one standing in the front is good, but haven't you noticed?
Two of them seem to be barely able to stand. When one of them was standing, his shoulders were a little tilted to the left. I'm sure that guy must have a problem with his legs and feet. Just wait, there will definitely be something better later.
goods."
Sure enough, the second batch that came up was indeed much stronger than the previous batch.
Sandy didn't dare to tell Du Wei openly, because he was still hanging out on this street. If those slave traders saw him, he would be in trouble. Every time, he just hid behind Du Wei and spoke quietly in a low voice.
Finally, when the fourth group of people came out, Sandy looked at it for a while and whispered: "That's it."
The fourth batch of slaves were all dark-skinned Nanyang natives. Each of these guys was strong and strong. But what surprised Du Wei was that among the ten slaves on the stage, three were thin.
They were almost skinny old guys. Although some of them were very strong, it was obvious at first glance that those three old guys couldn't do much work.
Such a group of slaves stood up, and the people below were a little reluctant to accept the price. Although strong slaves are very good, but those old guys... are they a waste of food if they are bought back?
Du Wei glanced at Sandy, who sighed and whispered: "Honorable young master, you heard me right, just buy this batch. These Nanyang natives are very strong, and those young and strong ones
When it comes to work, one slave can do as much as two other slaves! Especially these three old ones, although they seem to be unable to do much work, their role is beyond your imagination!"
"What?"
"I heard that these Nanyang natives particularly respect the elderly. In those tribes in Nanyang, such old people are often of very high status. They may even be elders or clan leaders! All other young people
You must listen to the orders of these old guys and have special respect. And these natives of Nanyang especially like to escape. But if you buy this batch back, as long as these old guys are around... Look at them, they are all so old.
They can't run away. But with them here, those young slaves will not run away, because they have to stay with the old guys to take care of these old people. It doesn't cost much food to buy these old guys back and feed them.
But those slaves will work obediently and won't run away. Overall, it's still very cost-effective."
Du Wei's eyes lit up, and he became more and more curious about this boy... He was really smart, and at such a young age, he had already figured out so many tricks secretly.
"But...why are they wearing shackles on their hands?" Du Wei asked: "The ones using the ropes are mature slaves, and the ones in the cages are raw slaves. So what's going on with the shackled ones?"
"This..." Sandy scratched his scalp and said: "Generally speaking, it means that the slave is alive and mature, but even if it is a slave, as long as it is not locked in a cage, it means that it is not very vicious and honest, and has no intention of running away.
The record is relatively easy to tame. And, to be honest, these raw slaves are better than mature slaves... You know, anyone who buys slaves will not give them good food and drink. Over time,
No matter how strong the slave is, his body has become much thinner. No matter how strong he was, after being tortured like this for a year or two, his body is no longer good. Although these guys are raw slaves, they look very honest and have no
They are caged and very strong. A raw slave is always much stronger than a mature slave."
Du Wei nodded and winked at Ruolin, who then agreed to the price.
"Thirty silver coins." Ruolin's clear female voice was very unusual amidst the noise around her. There were many people peeking at this beautiful young woman in the crowd. As soon as she shouted the price, she immediately attracted attention.
A lot of people's attention came.
As soon as the slave trader heard someone asking for a price, he immediately shouted: "Oh! Thirty silver coins! This beautiful and noble lady knows her stuff very well! Look, thirty silver coins! Dear guests, these slaves are all good stuff.
Yes! Thirty silver coins is a very fair price... Is anyone willing to pay more?"
"Thirty-five silver coins." A hoarse voice emerged from the crowd.
Du Wei couldn't help but smile and glanced at Sandy: "It seems that someone has the same vision as you."
Sandy smiled sheepishly: "Dear young master, you are joking. I got this knowledge from what I heard. Many people come here every day, and many of them are knowledgeable. Don't look at the previous
There are a lot of people shouting, and most of those people are fat sheep from other places, and they are stupid and don't know the market."
Seeing Du Wei nodding to her, Ruolin got the master's signal and said loudly: "Forty silver coins."
"Forty-five." The hoarse voice in the crowd steadily continued to raise the price.
At this time, many onlookers had already moved aside, and Du Wei finally saw the appearance of the person who was raising the price with him.
A middle-aged man wearing a lavender robe, who looks a little fat but very strong, with two mustaches on his mouth, and there are three or five strong young men standing next to him, wearing servants' clothes, surrounding this man.
The fat man's side was just right to block the people around him. Although the crowd was crowded, the fat man was standing very loosely. With a hint of reserve on his face, he slowly called out the price and looked at Ruolin.
Two eyes.
"Fifty silver coins." Ruolin said calmly.
"..." The fat man frowned a little, with a hint of dissatisfaction in his eyes. After looking at Ruolin, he seemed to sneer: "Sixty silver coins, that's all."
Sandy saw the fat man's appearance clearly, and his expression suddenly changed. Seeing that Ruolin was about to speak, he quickly glanced at Ruolin and whispered: "Forget it, stop shouting."