Following the command, a thug walked into the house, opened the wooden shackles around the slaves' necks, and shouted to the slaves to go into the yard. People from all the rooms in the yard came out. There were so many people, so many Penghao could not even see them at a glance. There were probably five or six hundred people anyway. Everyone gathered in the yard. In the shed on the east side of the yard, someone was burning a steaming cauldron. There were more than a dozen large pots. The pots were placed on the stove. Beside each pot was a man holding a large spoon, waiting to serve the rice. There was also a large basket in front of the pot with bran dumplings in it.
The slaves lined up and walked past the big pots one by one. There were a pile of coarse bowls placed in front of the pots. Each slave took a bowl in front of him and waited for the person who served the rice to give them a spoonful of rice. Then they walked to the basket. She handed out another bran ball and walked over to one side. Penghao also got a bowl, which had a hole in it. She carefully carried the intact other side. The rice cook randomly spooned a little rice into the bowl for her and put it in. She walked over and was also handed a bran dumpling. She limped to the side to eat. She was not the only one like this. Almost all slaves in the yard, whether big or small, male or female, were It looked like this. They all had anklets that made noisy noises on their feet. The whole yard was making noisy noises.
The rice is vegetable soup. It's so thin that you can even see a person's face, with only a few yellow rotten vegetable leaves in it. The bran dumpling is so thick that it sticks in your throat. If you don't take a sip of soup quickly, your face will turn blue. The food of slaves is not as good as pigs and dogs, let alone in this slave trading hall. The owner here does not want slaves to work, They are just goods in the eyes of the owner. Some of them stay here for a day, and some only stay for a while. No one cares whether they are hungry or not. The food here is already good. If not In order to make the morning market products more colorful, the shop owner wished he could skip this meal.
After breakfast, the slaves were taken out of the Fengsha Slave Hall in batches and led by different leaders to the slave exchanges in different locations in Tangcheng. Penghao and fifty or sixty people were taken to the slave exchange by a bearded man. The leader led Penghao to an exchange in the north of Tangcheng. As soon as Penghao was led by the leader through the center of the city and toward the north, Penghao knew in her heart that she was leaving Tangcheng. When she was in Tang Mansion, she and Aunt Zhang often came out to buy thread together, so she knew that there was a slave exchange in the north of the city, which specialized in selling slaves to other places. And it was still a very far away place.
It's different if you go to the south of the city. The slaves there are all sold to various big houses in Tangcheng. Only the ones in the north are the most different and are sold farthest. Some of them are sold to Qi State, which is unexpected. It may not be sold to other countries in the Central Plains. It is also possible to sell it to the remotest wild lands of the North.
Has Gou Xian Mu Tuo Xi left? Have you and Yin Qi left forever?
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The Chunliu Pawnshop that Yinqi mentioned was on South Street. She had no chance to go there. If she really had the chance, would she really go to the pawnshop and take out this piece of jade to ask for help? She didn't know, she was really confused.
The slave exchange in the north of the city has arrived. The exchange has been bustling with people. There are all kinds of slaves, all kinds of sellers, all kinds of slave leaders, and there are also owners. When I first arrived, it was as lively as the livestock market in the morning.
As soon as the exchange happened, management staff from the exchange came over to greet the leader.
Make a fool of yourself by poking at the person who flatters the owner of the hall."
The king is in charge of the fence, you have worked hard."
The master of the Churong Pavilion said hello yesterday. He said that this batch will be taken away by the master from the north. When Zhao Laosan is coming, I will give him a hand."
I’m sorry!
He lowered his head and yelled at the slave.
Come on, everyone, come over here, come on, line up."