Yan Mo didn't know the depth of the tribe on the other side, and it was not good to ask the other party if he was willing to exchange Yuanjing as soon as he came up. He planned to have a look and collect more information before talking.
And his first target is the fisherwomen who have bamboo but don't use it as goods, but the fisherwomen are not in their row, and they have to go around to the second row to get there.
Speaking of which, there are six rows of stalls in the whole market, Yan Mo took advantage of the fact that he stood taller than others yesterday, took the whole market into his eyes, and had a general understanding of the distribution of power in this land in his heart.
The stalls in the first row after entering the door all belong to Mogan, and Mogan is also the largest tribe nearby.
The first booth in the second row belonged to the Bianxi tribe, and the tribe that occupied the second place looked very tough. The fisherwoman tribe was in the third place, followed by several small tribes.
The first booth in the third row belongs to the Snake People tribe, and the second booth is a powerful tribe with crystal ornaments on its body. Yuan Zhan speculates that this tribe may come from other places far away, that is, forces that do not belong to Morgan scope.
The first place in the fourth row belongs to the Tuya tribe, and the second place is Jiuyuan.
The fifth row and the sixth row are the same. The first place is a relatively powerful tribe within the sphere of influence of the Morgan, the second place is a slightly weaker or distant visitor who does not belong to the sphere of influence of the Morgan, and the third and later They are all small tribes.
I don't know whether it was a deliberate arrangement or a natural formation. The first, second, third, fourth, and fifth and sixth rows are all facing each other, while the second, third, and fourth and fifth rows are back to back, and there is a not narrow passage in the middle.
Yan Mo has a clear goal, pointing directly at the fisherwomen.
I seldom hear greetings on the way. The people here probably haven’t learned how to yell and attract guests, but the lively level is not low at all.
All the tribes left a part of the stalls to guard the stalls, while others searched for desirable items in the market, so even if no stall owner took the initiative to greet them, there were still people who came to inquire about the purpose of the goods and the exchange price.
"Crack!" The cracking sound of the whip hitting the flesh.
At the same time, a young boy's painful growl came from beside his ear.
"Crack!" Another blow.
Yan Mo turned his head and saw two majestic men cutting a boy's arm behind his back, stepping on his head, and pressing him to the mud.
The young man was completely naked, struggling unceasingly, and the whip fell on his back, buttocks, and legs again and again.
"Dare to take advantage of the chaos and run away? You are so courageous! Give me a pump! I won't tell you to stop, don't stop!" A one-eyed dragon with cloudy eyes came out from the tent, and he called a slave to crawl over and sit on his back. The whips are not allowed to stop.
The slaves of that tribe either stood or knelt on the ground and watched this scene numbly. No one begged for the boy's mercy, let alone resisted. The people passing by also looked familiar, and no one would say anything more.
Yan Mo stepped forward and then retracted.
He thought he could have a happy treasure hunt, but he forgot one of the most important things, that is, he was carrying a super cheating exile guide on his back!
It's fine if this market is an ordinary market, just take a look and listen to it! Human beings, animals, those screams and wailings! This is a world that can openly treat human beings as goods and sell them as food!
It's a pity that he only walked a few steps, and before he reached the first goal, he saw the scene where the guide would never let him go.
He was very helpless, if he hadn't seen the young slave being whipped, he could have just walked over like this, but if he had seen it, if he didn't care, if the young slave was beaten to death like this, the guide would definitely count him as a fool save.
Seeing that the executioner was swinging his whip harder and harder, the boy's back and buttocks were already dripping with blood, Yan Mo walked over with a gloomy face.
Yuan Zhan frowned slightly. Mo had the same opinion as him last night and did not intend to trade slaves in this market. Why did Mo suddenly change his mind
Yuan Zhan Tete stared at the whipped boy a few times, but he didn't see anything special about him, but if he wanted to silently, he would exchange them.
"Those slaves are all for exchange." Yuan Zhan walked to Yan Mo's side, and pointed to the row of slaves standing on the far right of the tribe's booth with his chin.
There are already some people looking through and picking the slaves. They open the slaves' mouths to check their teeth, so as to judge whether they are young and middle-aged and healthy.
"The first ones to be exchanged must be the most disobedient and the poorest. There are few people to pick and choose. After tomorrow, the obedient ones will be gradually released, and there are more precious female slaves. If you don't want to wait, you can go directly to the tribe. The leader of the market, as long as he gives certain benefits, he can be selected first." Yuan Zhan has participated in the market at Yuanji, so he knows these things very well.
Yan Mo looked at the slaves, and found that although the slaves looked numb, there was still unconcealable hatred in their eyes. When someone opened their mouths and checked their bodies, they would tremble with shame and indignation, and their hands would hold together out of patience. into a fist.
These slaves were all naked, with mud on their feet and bodies.
"Snapped!"
"Ah!" The young slave who had been holding back and begging for mercy finally screamed.
Yan Mo found that when the young man screamed, the eyes of several of the slaves who were used for trading began to turn red, but they did not dare to look in the direction of the young man. Their hands were tightly clenched into fists, so tight that blood dripped from them.
"They know each other, they are probably from the same clan, why don't you resist and try your best?" Yan Mo whispered.
Yuan Zhan looked at Yan Mo with strange eyes, and asked him: "Do you know who we will kill first when the captured slaves resist?"
"The first person to resist?"
"No, it's the leader's child and the disciple of the priest."
"Where's the priest?"
"The priests and witches will be the first to be killed! The disciples of the priests and the children of the leaders will be left behind temporarily, so that the captured slaves will not dare to resist and escape, because as long as the disciples of the priests are alive, the inheritance of this family will be It may be passed on. Similarly, many tribes regard the children of the leader as the continuation of the most powerful bloodline. Although everyone knows that after any tribe sells all the slaves it captures, it will definitely sell the disciples of the priests and the children of the leader. Kill them all, but people always have a little luck."
"You mean that boy is likely to be the hope of those slaves?"
"Yes. He is probably the child of the priest disciple or leader of that clan, so he can escape, and he is the only one to escape."
"So that's how it is." It seems that the young man's ability to escape was probably the result of the help of his clansmen, but it was a pity that the plan was not thorough and he was still caught.
The one-eyed dragon ordered the young man to be beaten in public. Apart from punishment, it was also for the purpose of killing a chicken for the monkeys to see, in order to make the slaves behave. And those slaves didn't dare to resist, and didn't even dare to look at the young man more, probably because they were afraid of hurting the young man, and they were even more afraid that the one-eyed dragon would see the hatred in their eyes and really beat him to death.
Yuan Zhan felt that Yan Mo was very strange. If Yan Mo saw the young man being beaten softly and wanted to save him, why didn't he ask for someone so far
If Yan Mo knew what Yuan Zhan was thinking, he would definitely tell the other party that his behavior was not strange at all. He was planning to save the boy, but not because of his desire to save him, but because of the guide. The mood of taking the initiative to save people is naturally different from being forced to save people. Although the young man is pitiful, he has seen and heard too many poor people, and he has already developed a cold heart.
Besides, the young man's injury looked severe, in his eyes, it was just a superficial injury that required some wound medicine.
Besides, if the boy didn't get hurt a little bit more, how could he show his greatness in saving people? Saving someone from a minor injury and saving someone from a serious injury will give you a different amount of gratitude.
Well, anyway, the guide doesn't know what he's thinking, as long as the final result can satisfy him.
Cyclops naturally noticed these two special elements long ago.
Because of Yuan Zhan and Yan Mo's clothes, because of the earthen second floor, and the huge human-faced bird that disappeared on their roof, almost everyone in this market now knows these two.
"What do you two want?" Cyclops sat on the slave's back and did not stand up, but greedily looked up and down Yan Mo's whole outfit.
Others were saying that this group of people came from the three cities, but he didn't believe it, because he didn't find a single bit of Yuanjing jewelry on this group of people.
Yan Mo has long been used to this kind of greedy eyes, people here look at people like they look at fat, and Yuan Zhan used to look at him with this kind of eyes.
"Stop beating, I want this slave." Yan Mo didn't need to adjust his expression much, as long as he changed his tone a little on his honest and kind face, people could see how sympathetic and pity he was to the boy who was beaten .
"You mean this?" Cyclops raised his hand, and the whipping stopped immediately.
"Yes. How much..." Yan Mo almost said how much money, but couldn't think of anything to exchange for it.
Yuan Zhan pressed his shoulders, frowned and looked at the half-beaten boy on the ground, and said very coldly: "What do you want him for? He was almost beaten to death. If you want slaves, go to the Morgan stall to see, they have many slaves." .”
Yan Mo immediately understood the meaning of Yuan Zhan, regardless of Yuan Zhan being a primitive man, bargaining here, he might not be as good as him, and immediately answered: "I only want him when I am about to die, and I happened to use him to test the medicine."
Yuan Zhan looked at Cyclops, who smiled cunningly, and extended a slap, "Five first-level yuan crystal coins."
"Tch! One-eyed otter, you really dare to speak. Just such a slave, or a slave who was beaten half to death trying to escape, you dare to ask for Yuanjing coins? Five pieces?" Tuqiu couldn't help jumping from behind his brother. Come out and laugh out loud.
Yuan Zhan knew for a long time that the Tuhou brothers followed them when they went out. He didn't know their purpose, but he didn't feel any malice, so he ignored them.
Rabbit Roar rubbed his younger brother's head, and said helplessly, "Don't you know when you are fighting and silent? You can exchange three of these half-grown slaves who are about to die!"
The one-eyed otter rolled his eyes.
Yan Mo nodded to Tuhou, he knew that the other party was kindly reminding him of the real price of this slave, and he accepted it.
"We don't want beef leg meat, we only want Yuanjing coins!" The one-eyed otter snorted coldly. Although Tuya is powerful, their brother tribe of the Heishan tribe is the Yeqiu tribe, which is at odds with the Tuya tribe. The road leading to the river was blocked by the Ya tribe, and the Tuya tribe did not dare to offend them to death.
Yan Mo said "oh", turned around and left. Boy, it's not that I don't save you, but that I don't have Yuanjing coins, so I can't save you. I've tried my best, goodbye!
No one expected that Yan Mo would leave without even bargaining.
Yuan Zhan also followed slowly.
The one-eyed otter opened his mouth in disbelief. You were looking at that boy with sympathy just now, why are you leaving so simply now
Rabbit Hill burst out laughing suddenly.
The one-eyed otter swears a dirty word, Yuan Zhan glances coldly, and the one-eyed otter immediately shuts up, and when the person walks away, he is shocked by the fact that he was frightened by someone's look just now.
Rabbit Roar shook his head at him, "I went to see their booth, they brought a lot of good things, and many of them may not be able to be exchanged for Yuanjing coins, and you don't know how to use Yuanjing coins, and you don't know how to use them with Sanyuanjing coins. What's the use of Yuanjing coins?"
The one-eyed otter was still stubborn, "Morgan also accepts Yuanjing coins!"
Tuhou sneered, "What do you exchange Yuanjing coins with Moore? Slaves?"
One-eyed Otter snorted, "I can still exchange their linen! Summer is coming, can't I make a linen skirt for my woman?"
"Do you want linen?" Yuan Zhan, who was walking slowly, stopped, looked at the slaves casually, turned his head and raised his voice to the one-eyed otter: "These ten or so slaves, plus the half-dead one on the ground, will be exchanged for three meters. cloth."
"How much is three meters? How wide and how long? Is the fabric as good as Moore's?" One-eyed otter was tempted. Although Morgan also traded cloth, their cloth was very expensive. Sometimes a hundred healthy slaves might not be able to exchange enough cloth for ten short sarongs.
Yuan Zhan called Yan Mo, and the two walked back.
Yan Mo smiled shyly and kindly at those slaves with hatred and shame in their eyes.
Many of the dozen or so slaves were stunned.
Yuan Zhan gestured at the length of the one-eyed otter, "Our cloth is one meter wide, and one meter is about this long."
Yuan Zhan's expression did not conceal his pride, nor did he intend to hide it. The looms sent by Moergan last time can only weave cloth about two feet wide, but their looms can weave one meter wider than Moergan cloth after learning from each other's strengths.
The one-eyed otter stood up straight, and the greed in his eyes was even stronger. so wide? That's really much wider than Mogan's cloth!
But he still thinks it's not enough, "Three meters is too short, at least one meter per person, the total over there..."
The one-eyed otter couldn't count, so he reported the number to the big one: "There are nineteen people in total, plus the one on the ground, there are twenty in total, and it takes twenty meters of cloth."
Tuqiu curled his lips, and Tuhou also shook his head, does this one-eyed otter take people for fools
Such rare cloth is as valuable as food, and the one-eyed otter did not reveal the identity of the young man. Even if ordinary slave sellers did not immediately kill the disciples of the priests and the children of the leader of the tribe they attacked, they would not place them among the slaves of the same tribe. sell together. The one-eyed otter's doing so was considered malicious.
Tuhou wanted to remind Yuan Zhan, but when he was about to open his mouth, Yan Mo shook his head smilingly at him.
Rabbit Roar understands, it's not that they don't know, but they have their plans.