"I heard that when Handan, the capital of Zhao, was defeated, three thousand children jumped down the city wall, shouting, 'Zhao people will never surrender to Qin'. How powerful their voice and momentum were! You are also a Zhao people, why don't you learn from those things
Where is the children’s courage and self-esteem?”
At the four-person table, the fair-faced young Confucian scholar got up angrily, walked over to the servant and scolded him.
He must have just reached the age of 18. Seeing that there is not even a callus on his hands, we know that he has been pampered since he was a child and has never even done farm work.
"The difference between humans and animals is that humans know etiquette and have a sense of shame. Lord Chang'an doesn't want to spread animal skins here, but he wants you to lie down. Doesn't he think you are worse than the skin of an animal? You are so insulted.
, how can you feel so at ease?"
The servant's forehead was pressed against the ground, and the slight smell of blood penetrated his nostrils.
He didn't dare to refute or speak, he didn't want to die.
Everyone here has the power to determine his life or death, and he cannot be disrespectful to anyone.
Concubines were slaves, and slaves were not protected by Qin law.
Under the premise that their lives are not guaranteed, Li Chen and his concubines have long lost the ability to argue. All they have left in their bones is begging for mercy, obedience, and fear.
"Zhao people are so despicable! I'm so happy to be treated so badly by that man! It stains my eyes!"
"Look at the joy on that Shuzi's face, hum, the villain has succeeded! This Zhao man has no heart and no face, but he is a perfect match for that Shuzi!"
"These four Confucian scholars are short-sighted. If I were the one who caused the trouble, I would tell someone in advance to drag the ministers away. If the ministers are not seen, then the behavior of not treating people as human beings is a coffin. No matter how much you can explain, it is a mistake.
I won’t get into this situation!”
"How can a few self-proclaimed rotten scholars who only know how to read dead books and can't even afford a beauty achieve anything big?"
The young Confucian scholar was secretly guided by Ying Chengyu to carry out a range of attacks, which caused a slight change in the direction of the guests' opinions.
Seeing the situation worsening, the young Confucian scholar saw that the servants on the ground did not reply to him, making it difficult for him to reverse the situation, and the sense of humiliation in his heart exploded instantly.
He drew his sword from his waist and slashed at the servant on the ground without hesitation.
He wants to kill this servant!
Kill him along with the humiliation he suffered!
Confucianism, Confucius divided people into three, six or nine grades and advocated etiquette. Confucianism is a typical aristocratic theory.
Benevolence in Confucianism is for people.
And slaves are not people.
If a slave makes others feel humiliated, he should be killed.
The sword of the young Confucian scholar is not fast.
The moment he drew his sword, the guards on the tower had absolutely no time to stop him.
But none of the guards on the balcony had the intention to stop him.
They stood there one by one, fulfilling their duties and turning a blind eye to the actions of the young Confucian scholar.
If someone wants to kill a subordinate, why should he stop him?
If they were insulted by subordinates, their anger would rise.
This is the Qin Dynasty.
Therefore, people's attitude towards slaves is the same, and no one thinks there is anything wrong with it.
Boom~
Ying Cheng smashed a bottle of dragonfly on the head of the young Confucian scholar.
The young Confucian scholar cried out in pain after being beaten so hard that he took three or four steps back. The sword in his hand fell to the ground, right next to the servant's head.
The servant heard the sound of metal falling next to his ears and turned his head cautiously to glance at it from the corner of his eye.
The bright sword reflected the cold light, passing through the servant's eyes, making the servant's liver and gallbladder tremble, and he almost died!
He wanted to get up and run away, back to the country of Zhao, to that poor but warm home.
I hugged my mother and cried bitterly, hugged my father and complained.
But in fact, he did not dare to act rashly, and was even more cautious than before, not daring to move at all.
To move is to die!
Lying here, he can live a little longer.
The servant's heart was full of fear, fear, and panic, but he had no resentment towards the young Confucian scholar.
He is a subordinate and a slave. Isn't it normal for slaves to be killed?
This is the same in Zhao State.
"Master, why is this?"
The female steward took out a pink handkerchief from her arms and wiped the saliva on Ying Chengyu's hand with some resentment.
Let him kill you. If you kill a subordinate, you will have to pay a gold, which is enough to make five concubines.
A humble Zhao man could die in the hands of a customer in exchange for a piece of gold. What a bargain.
Most slaves did not live long, and more than 90% died of disease, hard work, or severe beatings by their masters.
Ninety percent of these slaves died in vain, and no one compensated them.
In Qin law, slaves are personal property. If you are beaten to death by others, you can get compensation, and the compensation money is far more than the money for buying and selling slaves.
If a slave can be beaten to death by others, then for most slave owners, this is a windfall, and they will happily accept it.
"Are you questioning me?" Ying Chengqiao chuckled.
There was no dissatisfaction in his words, but the female steward had been managing the building for many years, and she had already developed a delicate heart with seven orifices.
She grabbed Ying Chengyu's hand and put it into the lapel of her clothes, and said flatteringly: "Master, don't be angry, I am also in a hurry."
"How obscene!"
"Shameless bastard!"
"Unlucky Ying!"
The guests condemned him one after another with jealous eyes.
The female steward is not a beauty on the balcony, she is a steward and does not need to accompany guests.
In the building, except for Ying Chengyu, no guest could take advantage of the female steward.
"Ying Chengyu! You are so cruel and beat up my Confucian disciples, and you pretend to be the king of Chang'an in Qin!"
The young Confucian scholar supported the young Confucian scholar, who had a red and swollen forehead and was complaining incessantly, and scolded him sternly.
On the desk, the middle-aged Confucian scholar and another Confucian scholar stood up together and walked towards this side, looking at Ying Chengyu with eyes full of anger.
"This matter! Chang'an Lord must give an explanation!"
"Mr. Chang'an is so rude and has disgraced the royal family!"
Ying Chengyu started teasing these Confucian scholars out of excitement.
Life is so boring, and there are a few fools willing to come forward to add color, why not?
But the moment the young Confucian scholar's sharp sword was unsheathed, Ying Chengyu lost the energy and didn't want to say anything to these Confucian scholars.
Drawing your sword and killing someone at the slightest disagreement is so majestic.
"I want a damn explanation! You deserve it!"
Ying Chengxiao sneered, picked up the plate full of dishes on the table, and threw it at the four people.
The four people's bodies were soon covered with vegetables, meat and various foods. Various colors of soup and stains were poured on the four people's bodies. The four people, who were originally full of scholarly demeanor, were in such a state of confusion that they looked worse than roadside beggars.
Even more like a beggar.
"A scholar can be killed but not humiliated!"
The young Confucian scholar's face turned purple, he screamed like a duck, and drew out the sword from his waist to fight Ying Chengyu.
The young Confucian scholar's face turned pale, and he was trembling with anger as he smelled all kinds of smells on his body. He had never experienced such humiliation.
"Ahhh! I'll kill you!"
He touched his waist and only touched the scabbard, then remembered that the sword had fallen to the ground.
This moment reminded him of the injury he had received from Ying Chenglong just now, and the severe pain in his forehead made him even more angry. He screamed and threw himself at the long sword he had dropped on the ground.
"No! Junior brother! Take them away!"
"Chang'an Lord, today's humiliation will be rewarded in the future!"
The faces of the two older Confucian scholars were also full of anger, which could be seen through the rotten leaves in the vegetable soup on their faces.
They forcibly dragged away the two young Confucian scholars who were showing signs of grief and anger.
The place where they were beaten was filled with bottles and plates, broken pieces, and leftovers scattered on the floor, making it a mess.
The guests were a little dumbfounded.
We are all people with status and status. Can't we just talk nicely? How can we take action?
I thought of the four Confucian scholars who were covered in minced vegetable leaves and meat in front of the public after they went out, and smelled bad.
The guests who were self-reliant on their status became a little bit embarrassed. It was so embarrassing!
"Steward! What Chang'an Jun did in the tower! What is the attitude of the tower! If this does not expel Ying Chengyu, if we want to enter the tower in the future, will we have to wear armor and enter!"
One of the guests spoke up.
He is very smart and knows that the amount of money he spends on the balcony alone cannot be compared with Ying Chengyu.
He couldn't compete with Ying Chengyu for his right to speak on the balcony, so he roped in other guests to intimidate the balcony.
This sentence made all the guests fix their eyes on the female steward.
Because what the guest said was right, no one wanted to eat, so they hummed and played with women, and then turned around and were covered in vegetable soup, vegetable leaves and minced meat.
Enter in glory and exit in embarrassment.
The guests all agreed: Do you care about the balcony? Do you still want to make money from us?
The guests were very clear about their wishful thinking. If one person can't compare with Ying Chengxiu, then what group of people can't compare with him?
There are so many of us, and we are still reasonable, what reason does Luotai have for not dealing with Ying Chengxiang?
As long as we get together, Loutai must drive out this arrogant Ying Chengyu!
Being stared at by dozens of powerful and wealthy eyes, the female steward's pretty face turned pale, her legs were a little weak, and she was very nervous.
She was just a small official with an annual salary of 100 dan. Her position as a steward allowed her to express her refusal when asked by powerful people to drink or sleep with them, but it did not allow her to hold her head high and show disdain in front of these powerful people.
The laws of Qin cover all aspects of the Qin State and are all-encompassing. There are hundreds of small categories, such as Gong Law, Tian Law, Stable Law (see Stable Law), Cang Law, Jinbu Law, Zhi Law, and Corvene Law.
Laws, laws for setting up officials, laws for military titles, etc.
Among them, the industrial laws have strict regulations on the revenue of the building: if the annual revenue of the building is less than 5,000 gold, the manager will be dismissed and imprisoned. Between 5,000 and 8,000 gold, the manager will have no merit and no fault. Above 8,000 gold
, a reward of one hundred golds, and ten levels of merit.
If today's matter is not handled well, these powerful people will never come back again, and the annual revenue of the terrace business will not exceed five thousand gold. The female steward will go to prison - she is the one who sentenced the servants to lying on the ground.
Then can she drive Ying Chengyu out?
cannot.
It is rumored that Ying Chengyu contributes half of the revenue of the building, which many people regard as a joke.
The huge balcony, the only place for entertainment for dignitaries, is a bottomless pit for selling gold. How can one person take over half of the revenue? His Majesty's private treasury does not have that much money!
But the female steward in charge of the building knew that this was not a joke, it was true, otherwise why would she treat Ying Chengyu in a different light and take the initiative to embrace him.
She is a steward, not a concubine, nor a prostitute.
So today, she was in a dilemma. No matter what she chose, the outcome seemed to be imprisonment.
She was just like the servant on earth, unable to see hope and fell into despair.
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PS: It’s still a big chapter of 3,000 words! In the new book issue, 5,000 to 6,000 words are updated every day, which is really not a small amount. The author Jun has just recommended it in the first round and already has more than 70,000 words.