From Shi Erniu's mouth, Mei Xiaohan learned that there was a serf market not far from here.

Serfs were sold like livestock, and although the imperial court explicitly prohibited the sale of serfs, the practice of captive trading of serfs has always been very strong.

In a corner of the cattle and sheep trading market in Xihua Town, a fence encloses dozens of strong men locked in chains.

Their clothes were stripped clean, and their nakedness was covered with only a cloth. Naked at the mercy of the buyer.

They are serfs who have lost their personal freedom, and the power of life and death is all in the hands of the sellers.

They were sold for varying prices, but were usually between a few taels of silver and tens of taels of silver.

Human life is predestined, and some people are born with a cheap life. Even if he is bought and sold, he will not resist, and he has been deeply stamped with the label of serf and lowly in his bones.

In the era of imperial power, there was a strict hierarchy.

Those in power have the inviolable authority of the Holy Spirit. They have the most and best resources in their hands, and they hold supreme power in their hands.

The serf market was not as hot as expected, and not many people came to buy serfs.

Few buyers moved to this area, and when Mei Xiaohan came to this place, she was surrounded by groups.

"Childe... Check it out! Take your pick, take your pick..."

"The price is absolutely fair and reasonable, and if you are not satisfied, you can return it!"

Mei Xiaohan's expression was serious, and she said, "Goods? ”

The boss said: "These cheap slaves are equivalent to goods, and if you buy them back, you have to kill them and beat them!" ”

Mei Xiaohan was very surprised by the boss's words, he didn't expect such a thing to really exist.

The inferior serfs who lost their freedom were also divided into three, six, and nine classes, and the prices varied. The able-bodied ones could be used as coolies, and the price was the highest, usually twenty taels of silver each.

The price of middle- and lower-class serfs ranged from three taels of silver to ten taels of silver. Their faces are tattooed with serfs, and even if they escape, they will be caught, and the end will be very tragic.

"Young boy... Please, buy me! ”

A voice came, and a yellow-faced and thin-skinned teenager made a weak voice.

The boss raised his whip, whipped him, and said, "Cheap slave! Don't look at your own level, is there a place for you to speak? ”

The young man's neck was tightly bound by an iron ring, and his voice could only be squeezed out of his throat one by one, and his face was pale. Emaciated and bloodless, no different from a wild dog.

Mei Xiaohan held back her anger and said, "He... How much? ”

The boss's expression was a little surprised, and he said, "Is Childe going to buy him?" ”

"This little cheap slave can't do any work, buy big and get small."

"Little boy, please, buy me!"

From the young man's eyes, Mei Xiaohan saw despair.

The boss said: "This little cheap slave, who was caught stealing wild fruits on the bank of the Duojia River, actually claimed to be a descendant of the Tang royal family, it is simply a fool's dream." Now it has been resold three times, and it is difficult to sell it for three taels of silver. ”

Mei Xiaohan planned to get some information from this young man, so she planned to buy him.

"I'll pay three taels of silver to buy him!"

The boss will be suspicious: "Childe really wants to buy this little slave?" ”

Mei Xiaohan didn't reply anymore, dropped three taels of silver, and left with the little serf.

The boss hurriedly stepped forward and stopped Mei Xiaohan: "Childe, please don't leave in a hurry!" ”

"The little slave has no name and no surname, please give the little slave a number! I'm also handy for taking notes here! ”

Inferior unfree serfs, usually without a name, only a number.

"A number represents a serf, and its whereabouts, including all that he has, are only a few sentences recorded."

Life has different meanings in the face of different identities, and everything about the little slave is only recorded in a few sentences.

Mei Xiaohan didn't think about summoning this little serf, but to get the clues he wanted.

It is not known how many secrets remain unknown in this hidden serf market, and how many people are involved.

This is still the case in a small town, and the entire country of Yu can be imagined.

The idea of servility was deeply rooted in the hearts of the people of this country, and the slave trade was seen as a common thing.

"Born without a name, without a surname."

The serfs' rank was restricted, and they could only do the lowest jobs, and they were not allowed to exhort, and they had no chance of turning over. Even if they are fortunate enough to be bought by a powerful master, they cannot wash away their lowly status, they can only work below the ninth grade.

The only way to clear one's identity is to forge a new one. However, no one would go to great lengths to clear the identity of a little slave.

"From today on, your name will be Shi Lei! I want you to be as hard and strong as a stone. ”

"Shi Lei?"

The little slave opened his mouth, his face full of incredulity, and said, "I have a name?" ”

Mei Xiaohan said: "How... Don't you like the name? ”

"No... I can't believe I can have a name in my life! ”

"If you are born as a human being, why can't you have a name of your own?"

Two lines of hot tears flowed down the corners of Mei Xiaohan's eyes, he felt a little tired, the world was too unfair.

His journey to the Great Song Dynasty, his journey to the end of the world, his youth, his dreams, and everything he has for the future are all integrated into a complex emotion.

There are too many people in this world who are unwilling to change for the sake of their own vested interests.

The hierarchical Yu Kingdom was attached to the protection of the powerful Great Song Dynasty. And the country itself is facing a lot of problems.

Mei Xiaohan was suddenly a little dazed, he didn't know whether he should change this strict hierarchy, and he knew that he had no ability to change such a system at all.

Naming the little slave he bought was Shi Lei, more to remind himself to be as resolute and tenacious as a stone.

The shackles on the body are easy to take off, but the shackles in the heart are difficult to untie.

"Reform!"

It will inevitably cause a bloody storm, there will be resistance, there will be strong resistance.

From the moment of crossing, Mei Xiaohan's life trajectory has already changed.

"Settle down!"

The most important thing for people is to live, and the second is to live, and only by living can they create what they want.

In a chaotic world, it is even more difficult to break through the dilemma and find a path you want to take.

The environment can change everything, make people convincing, and make people lower their proud heads.

Fate can be firmly grasped by very few.

"If I kill you around the corner of the street ahead, will you resent me?" Mei Xiaohan said suddenly.

Shi Lei was stunned for a moment, his eyes became a little foggy, but his expression was still very resolute, he shook his head, and tears still flowed.

For Shi Lei, his fate has long been sealed, and he has never thought of changing it, and there is no way to change it.