Master Cheng secretly breathed a sigh of relief, and the attendant cleverly handed over a large stack of documents. These were the identity documents and general information of everyone in the courtyard.
"This county reiterates that this time we will go to Jurong City in Jiangnan and will stay away from this place!"
Wu Xin did not take the document, but motioned to Wen Renzhong and Wu Meng to look through it. Then he looked at the people who were raising their heads and raising their chests, trying their best to show their mental state, and said loudly.
"In addition, what this county wants are retainers, soldiers, assistants, partners, not slaves! Loyalty first, diligence second! Anyone who has second thoughts or fishes in troubled waters should leave voluntarily. Otherwise... we will never show mercy!"
"Shua..."
As soon as Wu Xin finished speaking, the three to four hundred people became energetic and stood up straighter.
Who would sell himself into slavery if there was a better option?
The three to four hundred people in front of me are either unable to survive or need a sum of money for emergency relief. There are very few people who are really looking for a way out or a better future.
Of course, there is a huge difference in price between hiring and selling out.
"In an ancient city of Handan, in a dilapidated martial arts hall, there are so many people who want to sell themselves into slavery. They are still begging to sell themselves. You can imagine how difficult ordinary people's lives are. It's strange that the world is not in chaos!"
Seeing everyone's reaction, Wu Xin sighed secretly, his heart was filled with panic, but he couldn't tell what it was.
After all, Wu Xin, who mainly thinks about the past life, cannot be as indifferent to life, dignity, and human life as people in this world.
The Great Sui Empire, known as the richest in Chinese history, had an even greater gap between the rich and the poor!
"call……"
Wu Xin let out a long breath, suppressed the restlessness in his heart, and slowly stared at the people standing up straight...
Behind them, Wen Renzhong and Wu Meng were still diligently and quickly flipping through the large stack of identity documents and related information.
"You, you, you...and you! Get out of the queue and leave!"
Before Wu Meng and others had finished reading the information, Wu Xin had already taken the lead in picking out eight people.
What is surprising is that among these eight people, there is only a child in his mid-twenties or thirteen years old, a middle-aged man in his forties, and the rest are all in their twenties and thirties, many of whom are strong and powerful.
While everyone was puzzled and surprised, a burly man in shabby clothes yelled with an unwilling face: "Why? Why am I not qualified?"
Wu Xin didn't answer and asked instead: "Are you sure you want to follow this county loyally for the rest of your life?"
Everyone was startled. Since they were standing there, they had already made their decision. Isn't this nonsense from Wu Xin?
A look of panic flashed through the eyes of the strong man, and he held his head high and said loudly: "OK!"
"Take it!"
Wu Xin directly ordered the Xinwu Guards behind him, and four Xinwu Guards rushed out like wolves and tigers, and quickly captured him.
The whole audience was shocked, and some people even shrank and looked hesitant.
It would be miserable if you followed a violent and cruel master!
"This county can see malice and even murderous intent in his eyes. He is most likely a spy, or maybe a killer! Are you sure, Master Cheng, that he is a disciple of your martial arts school?"
Wu Xin ignored the shock, anxiety and suspicion of others, looked at Hall Master Cheng with sharp eyes and asked directly.
"this……"
Master Cheng's face changed drastically. He was shocked, angry, anxious and ashamed. He opened his mouth and was speechless. His face turned red from suppressing it. He suddenly shouted: "Deacon Chen!"
"Plop..."
A slender-eyed middle-aged man suddenly knelt down, his face turned pale and beads of sweat rolled down his face, and he kowtowed and begged:
"Master, forgive me! I just accepted ten taels of silver and saw that he was innocent, so I agreed because I felt soft-hearted. I have no ill intentions towards you... Your Majesty, you know what you're doing!"
"You..." Master Cheng glared angrily, his palms trembling but he couldn't bear to do it, and his face turned the color of pig liver.
"Borrow the owner's space for use!"
Wu Meng's pretty face was frosty, she glared at Master Cheng and said coldly, and then shouted with murderous intent: "Pull him down! Torture me!"
The master of the Cheng Hall was extremely ashamed and immediately ordered someone to lead the way. The four Xinwu guards wrapped the pale-faced young man and headed to the backyard.
Everyone suddenly understood, and the commotion calmed down a lot.
Those who were singled out by Wu Xin did not dare to say anything anymore, and one or two even ran away!
The eyes of everyone present when they looked at Wu Xin suddenly changed. In addition to being frightened and confused, they also felt a little like a god!
"You guys continue……"
Wu Xin said to Wen Renzhong and others, and took the time to observe the environment.
The square alone is several acres in size, and the entire martial arts hall covers an area of at least ten acres. It should have been extremely glorious in the past.
Nowadays, the building is dilapidated and has obviously not been repaired for a long time. However, the martial arts hall has obviously been cleaned and tidied up, and it looks tidy without any dirt or debris.
Of course, it may also be that the martial arts school specially cleaned it for Wu Xin's trip.
A young man wearing a shabby white gown, with a heavy back and a wolf-like waist, stood at the edge of the square, holding a broom, looking at Xinwuwei with hot eyes, a look of envy and yearning on his face.
Observe carefully, this young man should have a solid foundation in martial arts, a strong body, long arms, bright and sharp eyes, heroic brows, and restrained power.
Wu Xin didn't know how to read faces, but he felt that this young man was extraordinary. He seemed to be in poverty and embarrassment. He couldn't help but curiously asked: "Mr. Cheng, who is this young man?"
"Master Wu! This is a handyman of the martial arts hall, not an official disciple of the martial arts hall!"
The owner of the Cheng Hall was kind-hearted but had a rich experience. Knowing that Wu Xin was interested in this young man, he responded quickly.
After a pause, he quickly explained: "He is from the Feng clan, a barbarian tribe. According to the ancient saying of the Feng clan, it is better to die than to be a slave, so..."
"Oh? A barbarian?"
Wu Xin was startled, and unexpectedly looked at the young man again. He did look a bit alien.
Most of the barbarians are stronger and stronger than the people of the Central Plains, and the wind tribe is naturally the same. However, the wind tribe is slimmer than the barbarians, and they are good at archery. No wonder this young man has abnormal arms and a tiger-like back!
The young man heard the conversation between Wu Xin and Master Cheng, and suddenly said loudly: "If you are a retainer, I am willing to follow you! I, a member of the Wind Clan, will never betray my trust!"
"Really? Can you make the decision?" Wu Xin asked a little funny.
In the eyes of most people, retainers and domestic slaves have the same nature.
Of course, the status and treatment of retainers are much better than that of domestic slaves!
"Yes!" The young man responded loudly, raising his head and chest, which seemed to indicate that he had grown up and could make his own decisions.
The master of Cheng Guan was so anxious that he quickly scolded: "Xiaoya! This is the sixth-grade magistrate of Wu County, the master of Wu City, please don't be rude!"
After saying that, he quickly apologized to Wu Xin: "My lord, please forgive me! Children are ignorant and talk nonsense. Please don't take it seriously!"
"Dream Commander!"
Wu Xin ignored Master Cheng and suddenly shouted to Wu Meng, then motioned to the young man and said, "Please accompany him to see what's going on at home and what his opinions are."
Wu Meng agreed, and Wu Xin asked the young man: "What is your name?"
"Feng Ya! The pride of wind, the bones of jade!"
The young man stuttered and responded in a clear voice, and added proudly: "I have become an adult a long time ago, and I can make my own decisions!"
Wu Xin smiled and said nothing.
Many times, encounters between people depend on sight and fate!
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