After listening to what Salman said, Kari~Xindu finally figured out the cause of the incident.
To be honest, who would have imagined that I just thought the price of slaves was good, so I sold some Dalits as slaves to those slave traders.
In Kari's view, Dalits cannot be considered human beings at all. They are untouchables, so despicable that slaves are better than them. Buying and selling Dalits is nothing at all.
But there is such a thing as fate. Ever since the Ming people came to this ancient land, the trajectory of fate has changed. Dalits have now become noble Ming people, possessing the caste of the Ming people, riding on the noble Dalits of the past.
Caste is the head of the family, but I still have no way to deal with them.
With extreme unwillingness and anxiety, Kari~Xindu followed Salman to Ma Zixin, saluted Ma Zixin respectfully and said: "Welcome to your hometown!"
"Kari~Xindu~"
Ma Zixin looked at the humble Kali Xindu in front of him.
In the past, he was a local emperor who sat on the heads of Dalits like him, dominating them and executing them at will. He sold himself as a slave to a slave trader.
But now, he was so humble, so respectful and polite in front of him that his shadow not only fell on him, but also fell on his head.
This made Ma Zixin couldn't help but laugh heartily: "You didn't expect that today would happen, did you?"
"Sir, I really thought that I would have such a good reputation today."
Kari~Xindu was a little speechless. To be honest, he didn't even remember Arima Zixin before. He was a high-ranking Brahmin. Who would pay attention to a Dalit?
"How much did you sell me for?"
Ma Zixin nodded slightly, thought for a while and asked.
"Five silver coins~"
Kari~Xindu thought for a while and replied.
"Five silver coins~"
"I really want to thank you. If you hadn't sold me as a slave, I wouldn't be able to have the Ming surname today, surpassing you Brahmins."
When Ma Zixin heard this, he couldn't help but shake his head.
Five silver coins are still silver coins issued by the Delhi Sultanate. It takes almost 2 silver coins to be equivalent to one Ming Dynasty silver dollar. I actually sold it for less than three taels of silver. You must know that in Ningguo, a slave at least
You can also buy it for thirty or forty taels of silver.
After hearing Ma Zixin's words, Kari, Salman, Irfan and other Brahmin Kshatriyas didn't know what to say. The status and status of Yuri's Dalits were now above themselves.
"Let's go, come with me to Ambati Village~"
Ma Zixin didn't pay much attention to these people or what they thought. He directed his slaves to carry the sedan to King Ambati Village.
Kari, Salman, Irrfan and others looked at each other and could only follow behind.
Ningguo now rules this vast territory. They don't know much about the situation in Ningguo yet. They just know that Ningguo is implementing a new caste system and those who violate the caste system will be severely punished. They are also afraid.
The swords of the Ming Dynasty will not play tricks on you, and they will not care whether you are a Brahmin or a Kshatriya. What is even more frightening is that they will demote your caste to Dalit, which is even more terrifying.
Everyone came to Ambati with beating gongs and drums. The entire Dalit people in Ambati were frightened when they saw this formation. They hurried to both sides of the road one by one and knelt down and worshiped on the ground.
They didn't dare to stand up, for fear that their shadow would fall on these noble high-caste people and bring disaster to themselves.
Ma Zixin looked at the villagers kneeling and worshiping on both sides of the road, each familiar figure, and then thought about his past, wasn't he just like them, every time a high-caste person came to the village, everyone had to kneel down and worship.
Now, I can sit on the sedan chair and look down at my former self. This feeling is really hard to describe. In short, I can use one big word to describe it, that is ‘refreshing’!
The villagers of Ambati Village lowered their heads one by one and knelt on the ground. They did not dare to raise their heads. Some of them looked from a distance, looking at the usually aloof Kari. Xindu followed the sitting man like a little follower.
The people behind the sedan were silently guessing in their hearts what kind of big shot this Dalit village had welcomed.
Ma Zixin ignored these villagers, although he saw many familiar people among them, including his childhood playmates, his friends, etc.
But now I am a member of the noble Ming caste, and they are humble Dalits. They are people from two different worlds. If their shadows fall on me, they will pollute me.
I came to the door of my home very familiarly, and from a distance I saw my wife and children who were afraid of hiding behind the door.
"Adi~"
Ma Zixin shouted excitedly. Ever since he was sold as a slave, he had missed his son and family day and night. At this moment, he finally saw him and he couldn't help it.
Hearing a familiar voice, a thin, dark figure poked his head out in confusion from behind the door of the dilapidated house.
"Adi, it's me~I'm back."
Ma Zixin looked at his son and shouted again excitedly, but he had no intention of walking into this dilapidated house. He must now pay attention to his identity and status. Dalit houses are absolutely not allowed to be entered.
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If he had not come to pick up his wife, children and family this time, he would not have even planned to visit Ambati Village again.
Hearing the familiar voice again, Ma Zixin's son Adi's eyes widened slightly. When he saw Ma Zixin, he immediately rushed out excitedly.
"Haha, dad is back."
Ma Zixin picked up his son and spun around happily.
The Ambati villagers who were watching the excitement also heard a familiar voice. When they saw this scene, everyone was dumbfounded. They all looked at Ma Zixin in disbelief.
Now Ma Zixin has short hair, a shaved beard, luxurious clothes, a gold necklace around his neck, and a gemstone ring on his hand. He is still the same Dalit as before.
"Is he Malik?"
Everyone found it hard to believe it, but looking at Malik who was so happy holding his son in his arms, a closer look revealed that it was indeed Malik.
"Malik~"
Ma Zixin's wife also came out. Looking at the unfamiliar Malik, she couldn't help shouting.
"My name is not Malik, my name is Ma Zixin. From now on, our family will no longer be a lowly Dalit caste. We are a noble Ming caste descended from gods."
When Ma Zixin heard this, he immediately said solemnly with a gloomy face.
"Ma Zixin?"
"Our family's surname will be Ma Zixin from now on?"
Her wife heard Malik's words and asked strangely.
"The surname is not Ma Zixin, but Ma. This is a noble Ming surname."
Ma Zixin emphasized again, and then looked at the surrounding villagers watching the excitement.
"Let's go back to our new home with me. We belong to the noble Ming caste and cannot live with the lowly Dalits."
After hearing Ma Zixin's words, his wife suddenly became even more confused.
"What is the Ming caste?"
"Don't worry about these things. You just need to know that the Ming people are noble descendants of gods, and they are nobler and more prominent beings than Brahmins, Kshatriyas and other high castes."
"I, Ma Zixin, have made great contributions on the battlefield, and I was personally given the surname Ma by His Royal Highness Prince Ning of the Ning Kingdom. From now on, I will belong to the noble Ming caste."
Ma Zixin stood up straight and explained very loudly to the people around him.
"The Ming caste that is nobler than Brahmins and Kshatriyas?"
The surrounding villagers suddenly became more confused, and everyone started talking. For these Dalit villagers, they had no idea what was happening in the outside world.
"The Ming Dynasty destroyed the Delhi Sultanate, and now the entire Tianzhu is ruled by the Ming Dynasty, and His Highness Prince Ning is the supreme being of the Ning Kingdom. This is all you need to know."
Ma Zixin didn't pay much attention to everyone. He hugged his son and sat on the sedan.
"Are we leaving like this?"
Her wife looked at the house behind her and saw that there were many things in it.
"Yes, you have to remember that from now on, our family is a member of the noble Ming caste. King Ning has rewarded me with a large piece of land, and everyone in the surrounding area will make offerings to me regularly in the future."
Ma Zixin nodded solemnly.
"This~but there are a lot of things in it."
His wife thought for a while and said reluctantly.
"No more~"
"We are the noble Ming caste. We must not enter Dalit houses, let alone use Dalit things. After you go back, I will immediately wash you with Ming soap, wash away everything, and start over.
, From now on, you will no longer be a lowly Dalit, you must remember this firmly."
Ma Zixin said extremely seriously that he valued the surname he had finally acquired more than anything else. When he turned around, he cared more about these things than those of higher castes.
"Yes, yes~"
His wife nodded quickly, then turned back step by step, looking at her home with great reluctance, and followed Ma Zixin to her new home.
From the beginning to the end, except for his wife and children, Ma Zixin had no communication with anyone else around him. Even when his former friends and associates waved to him, he didn't pay attention at all.
From Ma Zixin's point of view, he is now a member of the noble Ming caste, but he must never have any interaction with the lowly Dalits before, and he must draw a clear line between them.
And those who greeted Ma Zixin were soon given a severe lesson by those around them. They must know their identities clearly and don't be beaten to death for this.
