"When it comes to ancient Chinese proficiency, I am indeed not qualified to question your ancient Chinese proficiency, but obviously you don't understand the law either." Ji Xin said lightly, "To be honest, before I checked the book, I really didn't expect to represent the reactionary landlord class.
The "Da Ming Law" of interests is not completely one-sided in favor of good people and discrimination against slaves. Compared with good people, slaves are 'inferior people', not 'objects', let alone a dog or a horse. To the master
Speaking of which, slaves are not entirely 'objects'. If a master kills a slave for no reason, he will be punished with a sixty-year prison sentence. Although it is only a one-year sentence, it is still a criminal responsibility after all. A person will obviously not be punished for smashing his own TV.
And was sentenced. Objectively speaking, the slaves of the Ming Dynasty still enjoyed a little bit of human rights than you think."
"Are you sure you really have read "The Law of the Ming Dynasty"?" Cheng Yongxin had regained his composure and said pretending to be indifferent.
Ji Xin smiled slightly and did not answer her words: "As for the killings of those elders in Sanya, their actions were government actions, not personal murders. If this also requires hanging electric poles, the courts, police stations, military, etc.
People from powerful government agencies have to hang power poles - of course, maybe many people in Hong Kong and Taiwan do think so.
"Let's go back to the Yang Jihong case. According to the arbitration tribunal's modern concept of legal judgment, unintentional homicide is generally not sentenced to death. According to the Ming Dynasty law, the sentence is to pay for life - whether a slave beats a slave or a good citizen beats another slave, it is all hanging.
.So I think it’s better not to refer to the Ming Law.”
After saying that, he stood up and dusted off his clothes: "If you have nothing to do, I will leave first. Thank you for the black tea."
"Pa". As Ji Xin walked away, the sound of a teacup breaking came from the exquisite little courtyard.
Today is Sun Shangxiang's first day as an intern at Lingao Times. She got up early and took care of all the housework at home.
These days, Cheng Yongxin spends most of her time outside and only comes back to sleep at night. Therefore, she does not need to cook, and the workload of cleaning and washing is also reduced. She is only told to go out and walk more after finishing housework every day, and interact with other people from other families.
The maids often went to get close to each other and "make friends". Sun Shangxiang was happy and relaxed, wandering around the elders' dormitory area, the farm tea house and other places where maids often go, and got to know many maids.
"It's time to say goodbye to such leisurely days." Sun Shangxiang imitated Cheng Yuanlao's sentence patterns and said to himself in the mirror.
Sun Shangxiang in the life-size mirror is wearing an improved version of Hanfu. This was designed by her owner herself. Sun Shangxiang has very skillful hands and systematically learned modern cutting and sewing techniques in the maid school. She can make the clothes very concretely based on the renderings.
come out.
The improved Hanfu she is wearing is based on the basic style of a chest-high Confucian skirt with half arms. The so-called improvements are some changes based on the concept of modern clothing, including reduced cuffs, shortened skirts, and more slim-fitting tailoring. As for the improvements,
The effect of wearing it on the body. A young girl like a life secretary will definitely not look ugly when wearing it. What's more, the satin fabrics used to make these clothes are all selected from the trophy warehouse or the mid-to-high-end ones specially sent from Hangzhou Station for office use.
product.
Sun Shangxiang likes this dress very much, especially the material used - although she can barely be regarded as the daughter of an official family, Jiaodong has always been poor, and her father is a low-level official, so the daily wear of the female family members is basically the same.
It is a coarse cloth woven by local farmers. It is rare to even find clothes made of Songjiang fine cloth, let alone various silks and satins. The "red dress" my mother has always wanted to wear for the main wife is only made of cheap Shandong cocoon silk dyed very coarsely.
――When you take it out to wear during the holidays, you have to put it away quickly.
It's just that she is still not used to her exposed calves wearing knee-high socks. No matter what the elders say, she feels it is too "". Of course, she dare not say this. Because her young lady Cheng Yuanlao
Some of the skirts she wears are much shorter than hers. As for her "liberated feet" that are tied up, it is particularly ugly when they are exposed outside the skirt: originally, women in the boudoir should keep their feet bare, but now not only do they have to be exposed, but they can't wear less than three-quarters of anything.
The two-inch bow shoes and a pair of buckled black cloth shoes exposed her deformed feet that had been bound and then released.
"What elders are, they are just a bunch of barbarians." Sun Shangxiang blurted out unconsciously as he looked at his ugly feet and calves exposed under his "shameless" short skirt.
Immediately, she was frightened by herself. Was she seeking death? How could she blurt out this idea?
Even though she knew she was the only one in the room, she still glanced around with a guilty conscience. The room was quiet, the sun shone in from the open window, the room was bright, and the curtains were slightly fluttering in the breeze - it was quiet.
Sun Shangxiang touched his chest and let out a guilty breath.
She touched her bun and headdress: there were two bows tied with ribbons on both maids, and her bangs were neatly combed. She took out a delicate wallet - Cheng
The chief gave it to her recently. She checked the contents of her wallet: the teahouse's supplementary card for consumption, Delong's senior credit card supplementary card, a few hundred yuan in circulation coupons in cash, her ID card, a special pass... and a piece of Cheng Yongxin's
Business cards. This kind of business card is not the business card that was randomly distributed all over the place in the old days, but something similar to the name cards used by the gentry of the Ming Dynasty.
After checking all this, Sun Shangxiang went out: she would buy something for herself today according to the chief's instructions to prepare herself to become an "apprentice" to the yellow-haired lady.
Speaking of which, if it weren't for the chief's order, she wouldn't want to learn anything from this bitch. She has a strong and weird fragrance that even the chief dislikes, and her voice is surprisingly loud when she speaks, and her face always
With an exaggerated expression, he would wave his arms from time to time. He was really weird and weird.
She usually watched her with cold eyes, knowing that although her master valued this woman very much, he frequently ate, drank tea and chatted with her, and sometimes kept her overnight. He spoke to her very politely, and even called her affectionate at times, but he didn't really like her.
she.
Speaking of apprentices, she would rather be an apprentice to Chief Ji who came to visit yesterday. Although he is simply dressed, he has an elegant appearance and a square temperament. He speaks in an orderly manner and has the appearance of a scholar. Sun Shangxiang is still the first.
This was the first time she saw someone being able to speak to her always sharp-tongued master, who was so angry that she even broke a fine porcelain tea cup - even though she didn't understand what they were talking about.
Activities in the elders’ dormitory area started at dawn. At this time, most of the maids had already gone out to do shopping. There were only a few maids walking in the empty space downstairs holding their children. The eldest of these second-generation Yuan generations was already toddling.
The little one could only drool as he looked at this new world.
Some maids still stick to the old habits, wearing cotton aprons, putting their children in rattan carriages, and sitting by themselves picking vegetables and peeling beans.
Sun Shangxiang despised this kind of behavior. Although her family was not well-off when she was at home, and the women at home sometimes had to show their faces, it was absolutely impossible for her to wander the streets with her children or even do housework.
Miss Cheng is right: most of the chiefs and maids are from lower-class backgrounds and do not understand the etiquette and enjoyment of wealthy people. They are obviously as rich as the country, but they cannot afford a mansion and live in a building like a birdcage.
Each family's place is much smaller than the home of her family, a hereditary military attache.
The place Sun Shangxiang is going to go to today is the No. 43 Store of the Cooperative. This is one of a series of special stores set up by the General Office to cater to the elders: the No. 43 Store of the Senate Cooperative Headquarters in Dongmen City specializes in
Supply daily necessities; the fresh food store located at the Nanhai Experimental Farm supplies grains, vegetables, fruits, eggs, meat and aquatic products; the general office food store located at the farm tea house supplies various processed non-staple foods; seafood
The seafood processing factory stores will supply them according to the order.
These are specially used for consumption in the stores using credit cards issued by Delong Bank specifically for the elders. In order to facilitate the shopping of the maid who is responsible for the household, a limit supplementary card with the signature of the elder is specially issued.
Sun Shangxiang left the dormitory area and took a public carriage to Dongmen City. The streets in the morning were already bustling: workers going to work everywhere poured in and out of the streets like a tide. The streets in Dongmen City
Every shop has opened for business. What opened earlier than the shops were the breakfast vendors with business licenses. The aroma of various foods mixed with the steam from the boiling pot filled the air.
Even on a street like Dongmen City, where naturalized people are the main body, Sun Shangxiang's clothes are very eye-catching. Many eyes were immediately cast on her, mixed with all kinds of envy, jealousy and hatred. Both naturalized people and indigenous people know that,
Apart from the promising female students in Fangcaodi, the only ones who can wear these clothes are the maids who serve the senators.
Sun Shangxiang was secretly proud and deliberately slowed down her pace to fully enjoy the feeling of being noticed - although she knew in her heart that attracting attention by "dressing up in strange clothes and showing up in public" would be suspected of "attracting bees and butterflies" and was not the behavior of a pure and quiet lady.
Behavior, I still feel that it is very useful.
She left the main road and entered a branch road. There were much fewer people here. When she reached the end of the branch road, there were already very few people. At one end of the branch road, stood a small store with only one room.
Although the shop has a small facade, it is a three-story building. There is only an inconspicuous sign hanging on the facade, which reads Cooperative Supply Department No. 43. And the house number here is also No. 43.
There was a bamboo curtain hanging on the facade to protect from the sun, and nothing could be seen from the street. When Sun Shangxiang opened the bamboo curtain, he walked in. (To be continued...)