Still too naive. After the ox cart had been away for more than half a day, Liang Feng realized that returning home was not as easy as he thought. Vehicles in this era have no shock absorption system, and due to years of war, the official road has been in disrepair and uneven. Walking on it is almost like riding on a bouncing cart. Rao is the stability of the ox cart is much higher than that of the horse carriage.
After finishing the affairs of Yaji and Li's house, Liang Feng's spirit was a little slack. Coupled with exhaustion and severe motion sickness, he developed a fever in the second half of the night, which persisted.
In a drowsy state, Liang Feng dreamed that he was driving a jeep, carrying a few children around Chang'an Street; he dreamed that the instructor scolded him sharply, went out to exercise in the morning, and shot in the tenth ring; dreamed that he was arrested for the first time The criminal suspect, the beating heart beats violently; dreaming of the row upon row of feasting bars on the back seaside, and the girls with fashionable makeup and sweet smiles.
All kinds of dreams reverberated in his mind, and he seemed to be lost in the memory corridor, pushing open the doors one after another, looking back on his life across a thousand-year distance. The screen kept flashing, and finally, it landed in a mourning hall. A white-haired old man stood in front of the dead coffin. His back was straight and his head was low, as if there was some unbearable weight, overwhelming the old man who would never admit defeat.
He just stood in front of the coffin so rigidly, stroking the cold coffin surface with his big rough hands, and a very low voice echoed in the room.
"Xiaofeng, you are a good boy, you didn't embarrass the Liang family..."
The tone was trembling, hurt, and heartbreakingly proud. A cloudy teardrop rolled down and clacked onto the old man's feet.
"Old man..." Liang Feng only felt that his heart was cramping, he wanted to rush up, knelt at the old man's feet, and slapped himself hard. He wanted to cry aloud, to stop the bleak scene of the white-haired man sending the black-haired man.
Does he regret it? Regret rushed up at that critical moment and blocked the bomb. If he could find out a second in advance, if he had the opportunity to draw a gun and shoot, if he knew earlier that there was one more person... Thousands of thousands of people might be rolling in his heart, biting his internal organs and making him unbearable. However, he knew that if he was given another chance, he would rush up. Desperate for life, forgetting to die. Because that is his duty, those people are his companions in life and death.
He has no regrets. He is just, not reconciled!
There was a sudden panting from the throat, and Liang Feng opened his eyes.
"Lang Jun! You finally woke up!"
A whimper came from his ear, Liang Feng slowly turned his head, and saw a crying little girl with red eyes kneeling beside him. That is green bamboo. He's still on the bullock cart, still in this strange world...
"Lang Jun! You suddenly had a fever last night, and the slave thought you couldn't wake up! Woohoo~~ Let's go back, let's go back and find a medical worker... " Lvzhu was frightened, and cried out of nowhere. .
For a whole night, she couldn't close her eyes, so she guarded her husband, constantly wiping sweat and delivering medicine for him. How many times, she thought she couldn't save Lang Jun, but unexpectedly, he could open his eyes again.
Looking at the swollen eyes of the little maidservant, Liang Feng moved his lips tiredly: "Use wine, wipe it, forehead, armpit... Luzhu, don't cry, don't cry..."
A twelve- or thirteen-year-old girl should have been spoiled by her family and kept in her boudoir. Instead of this, kneeling in the simple ox cart, staying up all night, crying with red and swollen eyes, desperately serving the master who is about to die of illness. He is not the head of the Liang family who is used to fine clothes and jade food. He can't see this.
Under Liang Feng's soft command, the spirits prepared for Fu San quickly took out and smeared on him. Of course, those alcohol levels are not as high as those of later generations, and they can barely play a role. Most of them are cold water towels that are constantly changed. Liang Feng did not let the ox cart stop just like that, or find another town to settle down. He had to rush back to the Liang Mansion. Only when he returned there would there be an imperial physician sent by Wang Wen, and it would be possible for him to have hope of surviving this wreckage.
The bullock cart squeaked forward, bumping endlessly. Liang Feng was wrapped in a soft quilt, and his mind was not clear. Sometimes the past appeared before him, and sometimes it was the anxious face of Green Bamboo. The two worlds were intertwined, but he did not tear them apart. He has no nostalgia for this strange world, no expectations, and no sense of reality. Just like a traveler who made a mistake, he was confused and didn't care for the slightest bit.
The road ahead is long, and it seems that it will never end. Suddenly, the bullock cart trembled slightly and stopped. A voice came to my ear.
"Lang lord, there is a team of transport slaves blocking the road ahead."
The bamboo curtain was lifted, and Liang Feng raised his eyes to look outside. I saw a group of people standing in the middle of the road, a dozen young men squatting or kneeling, being scolded by the officers and soldiers guarding them. Sticks and whips slammed into the face, making the gray figures even more embarrassed. Among the group, only one young man stood upright facing the officers and soldiers. The huge wooden shackles were strapped to the shoulders, which could bend the spine of anyone, but the man did not retreat half a step. He stood upright in front of the officers and soldiers holding the whips, as if protecting his companions behind him.
Just a glance, something in Liang Feng's heart seemed to be touched. He asked, "Who is this?"
"It should be Jie slave." A Liang, who is very experienced, immediately replied, "General Ningbei is selling Jie slave recently, and it is estimated that he has just caught it."
"As long as you catch it, you can buy and sell at will?" Liang Feng frowned. It is impossible for any court to allow people to buy and sell in this way. Isn't this forcing people to rebel
Ah Liang answered as a matter of course: "In the past two years, there has been a great famine in Bingzhou, and many places have suffered disasters. Those Jie slaves are strong and poor, and of course they have to sell them to big households. Otherwise, wouldn't it be bad?"
This is simply a logical dead end. Liang Feng sneered at the corner of his mouth: "Then go buy them back."
This has nothing to do with him, but the education he received from childhood made Liang Feng unable to accept the trade of people with peace of mind. Especially when he was locked in this broken body, he couldn't help but watch other people locked in wooden shackles, imprisoned and enslaved unwillingly.
Hearing this, A Liang was a little stunned, but Liang Feng had already put down the bamboo curtain. Helplessly scratching his hair, A Liang walked towards the team of officers and soldiers.
"You bastard slaves! The general gave you a life because of his kindness. Don't be ashamed!" Sun Shichang was furious at the moment, and he whipped the whip in his hand furiously. He had already made several trips to Wuxiang, and he didn't know how many Jienu he brought back. No one has ever been beaten like this kid. If it weren't for a few strings of rewards, he would definitely kill this bastard.
The whip slapped the flailed young man in the face, making a dark red mark on his left cheek. The pair of gray-blue eyes of the other party seemed to be on fire, giving birth to rage and killing intent. Sun Shi was so excited that he pulled out his waist knife with his backhand.
"Yiyan! Don't be stubborn, I'm fine..." someone behind him whispered, pulling at the young man's hem, but the young man didn't mean to back down, instead he tightened his back, trying to fit and pounce on him. Seeing that the two of them were about to fight with real swords, a voice suddenly came from a distance: "This soldier, are you going to lock Jienu back to sell it? I wonder if you can sell it to my master."
Sun Shichang was stunned for a moment, and he ignored the little brat in front of him. He turned his head and saw a short, stocky man walking over with a smile on his face. Behind him were three bullock carts and many servants, who seemed to be a big family. Unexpectedly, he met the buyer halfway, and Sun Shi rolled his eyes, and immediately said in a big way: "These Jie slaves are going to be sold to Jinyang, how can they be sold to you casually?"
If you can say that, it means that there is still room for negotiation. A Liang immediately said: "Since it's all business, why waste the rations going back and forth? My husband really wants to buy a few Jie slaves to go home, can you please make it convenient..."
Reach out and don't hit the smiling person. Seeing this smiling steward, Sun Shichang thought to himself. Shangfeng just ordered them to take people. More and less depends on luck, and there is no fixed limit. If you bring it back to the county, a Jie slave will only reward two small coins, but if you buy and sell privately, even if the money is divided equally among a team of brothers, it will not be too small.
Thinking of this, a smile finally appeared on his face: "This is the strongest man, and he will sell it to the county town for at least 5,000 yuan!"
Ah Liang slapped Yahuazi: "It's all at this time, how can Jienu still have this price. I like the party, and it only looks like two thousand dollars."
"That price was sold to a noble family. What are your identities?" Sun Shichang squinted at the team behind them. These bullock carts were all rudimentary, and they didn't look like they belonged to the nobles.
"My husband is Tinghou!" A Liang's face sank, it's okay for him to be humble, but insulting his father is absolutely intolerable!
Unexpectedly, there is actually a title, and Sun Shichang immediately felt a lot of emptiness. He couldn't tell the difference between the titles of these dignitaries. He only knew that it was best not to offend such people.
After thinking about it, Sun Shichang finally let go: "There are eleven people in total, even if it is 10,000 yuan. But now I don't have a body contract, I can only press a token for you, and go back to the county to make up."
A Liang frowned, the price was okay, but it was a little troublesome without a contract. After hesitating for a while, he returned to the ox cart and asked in a low voice, "Lord Lang, Na Shi Chang said it would cost 10,000 yuan in total, but it's just that The body deed has to be made up in the county seat."
Eleven big living people are about equal to the price of three doses of cold food powder. Liang Feng snorted coldly, in this world, human life is much cheaper than luxury goods. Although the money he brought out was not much, in order to smooth out the "stealing medicine" case, the Li family put 10,000 yuan into Yansheng's house, which was just right for buying people. Nodding, he said, "Take it."
After receiving the order of the head of the family, A Liang did not talk nonsense, picked out 10,000 yuan and handed it to Sun Shichang. This was a total windfall. Captain Sun smiled so brightly that he hurriedly took the money, took out a wooden sign from his pocket, and handed it to A Liang: "Take this to the county government to renew the body deed. Chancellor Sun is fine."
Sun Xiancheng is his cousin, as long as the joints are opened, it is still easy to issue a few body deeds. It was for this reason that he dared to have the courage to sell people privately.
A Liang carefully checked the wooden sign, and then nodded: "I will take these Jie slaves."
"It's easy to talk, the wooden shackles are also given to you. It's better to wait until you go back before picking them. These Jie slaves have not been trained before, so they are very presumptuous, so as not to hurt the nobles." Sun Shichang shouted to the soldiers behind him, " What are you still doing? Bring people over here!"
Just like delivering some kind of cargo, the group of big-headed soldiers pulled and shoved a few Jiemen to the side of the convoy. Sun Shichang saluted the bullock cart in a similar manner, and then led his men away.
They were resold before they got to the county seat, and those Jieren were a little nervous on their faces. Ah Liang ignored them and went back to the car to report: "Lord Lang, everyone bought it back."
A corner of the bamboo curtain was lifted, and a weary voice came: "Let's go to the wooden flails, get them something to eat."
Ah Liang was stunned for a moment, should he remove the wooden shackles now? Want to feed? However, he did not dare to refute the order given by the lord. After bowing, he turned around and said in a buoyant voice: "The lord is kind-hearted, bought you, and ordered to go to the shackles. You don't know what's good or bad. Divide a little bit, and after you arrive at the Liang Mansion, you will have a bite to eat!"
This group of people had been starving for a day, and now they heard that there was food to eat, and they didn't need to wear the shackles anymore, and they immediately became agitated. This is a great good thing. Now that the famine is so severe, it is much better to be a slave to a noble family than to starve to death in the wilderness. There were a few clever people who had already come to A Liang's side, trying to curry favor with this future boss.
A lame man tugged at the young man who was still standing beside him, and said excitedly, "Yiyan, this time we can be saved!"
The man didn't answer his words, his eyes were fixed on the ox cart that had put down the bamboo curtain, and he absentmindedly said "um". After a long while, he found that the bamboo curtain had no intention of opening it again, so he silently retracted his gaze.