Chapter 67:

"If the lord is not happy, we only need to place a ban. Qiao Sheng and I will immediately demolish the slave trading market in Bianzhou." Cheng Feng said.
He and Mo Qiaosheng traveled with the protector in a microservice.
At this moment, the two of them steamed with anger to the sky.
Such a scene reminds them of those dark days in their lives.
"No, this is not a permanent cure." Cheng Qianye said softly, "As long as there is a lot of demand in any business, it must exist one day. Even if I forcibly ban the trading market in Bianzhou, it will not change the whole world. This is a common situation."
"You wait patiently. As long as I live, one day, I will fundamentally let this kind of transaction perish in this land."
Obviously it is the same life, but these slaves are bullied and abused like live animals. It is tied there like a cargo, and is left at the mercy of others.
In the past, Qianye didn't like seeing this kind of scene the least, and she avoided it whenever she encountered it.
But today, she has the courage to face everything.
She lifted her footsteps, stepped on the mud, and walked into this dirty market.
"Lord, don't go in." Mo Qiaosheng grabbed her and shook his head, "This kind of place is too dirty and it stains your eyes."
"Hashio, don't worry. I just want to get in touch with and understand all this. If I don't even dare to look at it, how can I get rid of it?"
She used a little force, squeezed Mo Qiaosheng's hand, smiled at him, turned and walked towards the population market.
This market is divided into three big circles inside and outside by a number of simple shacks connected together.
The outermost circle is like a fence for cattle and horses, densely tied with slaves whose main purpose is to serve as labor.
Bianzhou has recently reclaimed countless wasteland, and there is a serious shortage of manpower to cultivate farmland.
Those slightly wealthy civilians, or non-commissioned officers who have obtained knighthoods in the army and allocated land, have become the main purchasing power of this market.
Their purpose of buying slaves was to increase the labor of the family to cultivate that large area of ​​farmland.
For them, buying a slave not only costs a large sum of savings in the family, but the family also faces the pressure of taking on an adult ration every day.
Even if the slaves can eat poorly, they are still an important property of the family, and they cannot just starve to death.
They crowded in front of those fences, choosing carefully.
Look at the figure, look at the muscles, and even pinch the mouth of the slave to look at the teeth, in order to buy a strong and healthy labor force to go home.
If they are fancy, they will bargain with the slave traders who are standing by, one by one.
For them, it is no different from buying a farm animal.
If they can't buy strong slaves, or the price of slaves is too high, they would rather go to the cattle and horse market to buy a cow and a mule.
When we reached the second circle, there were obviously a lot fewer people. In each shack, only one or two slaves were chained.
These slaves have some skills that ordinary slaves cannot, such as being able to read, cook, master a musical instrument, or have experience in serving nobles in the wealthy Wang clan.
A wooden sign was placed in front of most of these slaves, writing information about their age, origin, skills and expertise.
The slave trader stood by, yelled vigorously, and enthusiastically sold his "commodities" to every passing guest.
Sometimes, they even order their slaves to perform a talent to attract the attention of guests.
The number of customers picking slaves in this circle is also much less.
Compared to those buyers in the outer circle, they are generally well-dressed. Most of them are comprador butlers of large families who come out to purchase suitable manpower for the owners.
And the innermost circle is a huge tent with a thick curtain covering the scenery inside.
Occasionally, one or two gorgeously dressed guests came in and out, and the corner of the curtain was raised to bring out the lavish sound of laughter and cry in the big tent.
Cheng Qianye has no interest in the so-called "premium goods" used to satisfy the upper class.
She walked inward along the road of the second outer circle.
Mo Qiaosheng followed Cheng Qianye, looking at the dull-eyed figures who had been stuck in the shack.
The slave here was once the limit he could work hard.
He tried his best to achieve a little ability, and was able to be valued a little by the owner, and was assigned to an independent shed, barely having enough food.
It does not need to be used as a beast and horse like a slave in the outer circle.
There is no need for Israel to serve people like a slave in the inner circle and become the plaything of the noble master.
Mo Qiaosheng looked at Cheng Qianye's weak back figure walking in front of him.
I have almost forgotten that if it weren't for meeting the lord and fighting for the best life I could achieve, it would be just like these people in front of me.
Cheng Qianye was stopping and turning sideways slightly.
Mo Qiaosheng looked at the shimmering face in the sun, and slowly tightened his hand.
How fortunate to be blessed by the heavens, the Lord gave me.
At this moment, Cheng Qianye tilted her head, staring somewhere, showing a slightly surprised expression.
She said to herself a word that Mo Qiaosheng and Cheng Feng could not understand: "Ah, like a diamond."
In the dilapidated shack on the side of the road, a man covered in filth was tied to a wooden stake by hemp rope.
He lowered his head, his whole body was wounded, and his upper body was leaning against the stake, looking like he would die at any time.
The slaves in this circle, in order to be able to sell for a better price, are usually sorted out to a barely neat appearance.
Few people are so embarrassed as him. They are either bruised or whipped, almost completely incomplete, obviously suffering from repeated torture by their master.
Cheng Qianye walked straight to him and looked at this man with a trace of surprise.
In her eyes, this filthy slave shone with a rare dazzling light.
The sleepy slave trader guarding the side of the shack, saw Cheng Qianye, and suddenly became energetic.
Although this guest does not have complicated clothes, the materials used are obviously extraordinary under close inspection. Moreover, the attendants beside him are full of energy, well-behaved, and obviously well-trained guards.
This is a rare "big customer" who will come to this circle.
The slave trader thought of this, folds up his spirits, and brags about his ‘goods’:
The customer’s vision is really good, and he saw our best goods at a glance.

He found a damp cloth, grabbed the slave's hair, and wiped his face indiscriminately.
Even though the blood was wiped off the face, it was still blue and purple, one eye socket was swollen, and only the other eye could barely open a gap, and the corner of the mouth was still bruised. It was impossible to see the original face.
It's that the slave trader has the ability to speak and shine, and looking at such a face, he is really not old enough to continue boasting.
He smiled awkwardly: "Well, this is actually a look like Saipanan, but it's a bit disobedient. I was so angry that I was beaten up for a while. That's just the case. Buy it back and raise it, and it will be fine for a few days."
"But you don't know the guest. This person is of extraordinary origin. He was originally a son of a family from the Wei Kingdom. He was sold as a slave after the country was broken and his family was destroyed. He was literate! He can paint! He can also play musical instruments! He can do it."
The slave trader rubbed his hands and leaned in front of Cheng Qianye's eyes with a flattering smile: "Think about it, it's worth buying back such a slave. It doesn't matter what you use it for, just like this It’s also exciting for a noble-born son to step on his feet and discuss and grind, isn’t it?"
He threw a dilapidated bamboo flute at the slave's feet: "Quickly, don't be so dead, and choose the one you are good at to play for the nobles."
The slave tilted his head lightly and ignored it.
The slave trader was furious, grabbed his hair, forced him to raise his head, gritted his teeth and whispered in his ear: "It's your appearance, which caused me to drop your worth again and again. The blood is almost gone to the extent that I still can’t sell it. If I can’t sell it again this time, I won’t sell it. I will send it directly to the inner account and take off the clothes to use as a public hut. See if you are still stubborn. ."
The slave tightened his mouth, finally reached out his hand, picked up the bamboo flute on the ground, and blew a clear tone on his lips.
When the sound came out, the whole noisy store seemed silent.
Following that, a desolate and tragic flute sound flowed out, like a cool moon shining on a river, like a wind and loose waves, clear and clear spreading across the muddy ground.
The guests walking nearby couldn't help but stop listening.
The slave trader became proud, "Look at the guest, I'm right, this item is really worth it, only for sale..."
Before he finished speaking, the sound of the flute stopped suddenly, and the man who played the flute suddenly let go of the flute, turned and spit out a mouthful of blood on his side.
The slave trader was furious and was about to punch someone with his fist.
Cheng Qianye stopped him, "I want people."
The slave trader turned angrily and laughed: "Here, you see, he has nothing to do, but his temper is a bit stubborn, and I just whipped him up, so he vomits some blood. It's okay to be stubborn. It's not interesting, haha, haha."
"How much? Just say it."
"Well, don't look at him like this. When I bought it, it cost a lot of money."
"Enough?" Mo Qiaosheng flipped over and took out an ingot of gold.
"Enough, enough, enough." The slave trader was overjoyed, although he had spent a lot of money when he bought the slave, but now that people have been tortured by him to such a half-dead appearance, he can't think of being able to get back to this .
For a while, he was overjoyed, fearing that Cheng Qianye would go back, and quickly ran to handle the contract for the resale of slaves.
He untied the hemp rope tied to the stake and handed it to Cheng Qianye respectfully, nodding and bowing all the way to send them out of the market.
Cheng Qianye stopped talking and silently returned along the same path.
Cheng Feng led the slave, and the group followed Cheng Qianye to where the car was.
Before Cheng Qianye boarded the carriage, he looked back and saw that the slave was pale, walking slowly behind Cheng Feng step by step.
Cheng Qianye looked at him for a long while, then suddenly tightened his brows: "Look at what's wrong with his feet?"
Mo Qiaosheng lifted the slave's feet and saw that there was an iron thorn on the soles of his feet. The road along the way was muddy, and no one noticed that he had walked this way without saying a word, bleeding.
The slave trader saw this scene from a distance, and hurriedly waved his hand and said, "It's none of my business, it's none of my business, who told you not to check it carefully. Now the silver and goods are cleared and cannot be returned."
After saying this, he ran away quickly.
Cheng Qianye closed his eyes and gritted his teeth to suppress the anger in his heart.
After she opened her eyes, she looked at Mo Qiaosheng.
Mo Qiaosheng nodded, leaving the saber in his hand and walking towards the place where the slave trader disappeared without saying a word.
"Take him in the car." Cheng Qianye sighed.
Cheng Feng bent down and picked up the blood-stained slave, and put the person in the warm and clean carriage.