I hugged my mother and cried bitterly, and hugged my father to complain.
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.
You want him to kill him? If you kill a minister, you 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 gold, what a bargain.
Most slaves did not live long, and more than 90% died of disease, hard work, and 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 much 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."
The hand felt like a ball of flexible cotton, which was very comfortable. Ying Chengyu gently pressed it gently, slowly twisted it and then lifted it, teasing the female steward so much that her face was filled with peach blossoms, her mouth was open, and her breathing was slightly rapid.
"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.
Not to mention playing with a ball like Ying Chengyu, even touching his hand is all delusion.
"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 loudly, 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 steward will be dismissed and imprisoned. Between 5,000 and 8,000 gold, the steward 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.