Binglian didn't understand what a so-called revolutionary was, but she didn't ask questions, let alone follow Jiao Ming's advice and leave here. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info turned a few more corners, and a separate tent appeared in front of him, leaving the coolies he had brought outside, and Binglian walked in with Jiao Ming and Xia Feng.

Jiao Ming was still immersed in the question just now, and he always felt that there was still something wrong, but he couldn't say it. Binglian's question kept repeating in her mind, 'Isn't this enough?', and finally a not-so-clear thought appeared in her mind, and it was not enough. Because it doesn't matter where the starting point of the system is, it is the most important thing to keep moving forward.

No matter how advanced the earth is here, there is no reason to stop moving forward, and there is no point in being worse than rotten. If you are more equal than here, you can be content with the status quo and endure all kinds of injustice?

"It's not enough. Jiao Ming gradually came back to his senses and muttered in his mouth.

"Then two more. ”

"What?"

Binglian turned her head to talk to a businessman with a smiling face, and behind Xia Feng stood two thin and firewood-like children. After a few words, the merchant instructed the man to bring out four children from behind, similar to the ones behind Xia Feng, unkempt and coarse cloth around the waist. The age looks younger than Xiao Shi, about six or seven years old. Covered in dirt and thin, at first glance it doesn't look like a human, but more like a wild monkey.

Looking at this situation, you don't need to have a top IQ to guess a rough cause and effect. Naturally, the slave trade did not only trade coolie young men, but also children and women, in addition to the elderly, there was also a demand, and when there was a demand, there was a trade.

And Jiao Ming's self-talk seems to have misunderstood Binglian, but there is no need to correct it on the spot, being bought by Binglian may be the best result for these children. Despite this, the casual buying of cabbage in Binglian's words made Jiao Ming unspeakably awkward.

"Is this enough?" asked Ice Lotus, turning her head.

Jiao Ming didn't answer, beckoned Binglian to come closer, and asked in a low voice, "What is the most important thing in the twenty-first century??"

"What is the twenty-first century?" Although she didn't understand what medicine Jiao Ming bought in the gourd, Bing Lian also cooperated to lower her volume, bent down to Jiao Ming's ear, and the sneaky feeling immediately came out.

"Ahem, that's a slip of the tongue, what's the most important thing about developing the territory?"

"Magician?" Bing Lian thought for a moment and replied uncertainly.

"It's talent, talent is the most important. ”

Binglian didn't seem to understand, but she showed a listening expression, waiting for Jiao Ming's next words.

"Don't say much, in short, if you can buy it, you can buy it, if this is a kind of business, the income is definitely higher than that of cattle. "It's not the place to talk about it at length, but I'll have to say how to do it first.

"I've bought them all. ”

"Huh?" Jiao Ming was a little confused.

"This slave trader only brought six little girls, and for our sake, he gave us a twenty-percent discount. ”

"Then go to other slave traders"

"If you're looking for a child, you don't need to. Binglian shook her head and explained: "This time there is only one person in the market who is engaged in children's business, after all, it is the time of the autumn harvest, most of the slave traders are doing the business of strong labor, and the crocodile collar is not a rich place, and the trade is not developed. ”

Jiao Ming pursed his lips, he really had a feeling of power and nowhere to go. In the poor countryside, there are some things that you can't buy even if you want to, and you can't do it without self-reliance.

"Then forget it, what are you doing with these six little guys?" Jiao Ming knew that there were no idlers here, and when he was in a coma, Xiao Shi had to do odd jobs and only half the rations of adults.

"It's your personal maid, it turns out that the aunt who serves you is just an inferior maid, and it's no longer suitable. As he spoke, the group walked out of the slave trader's big tent, and Binglian then explained: "According to your identity, you are generally two personal maids, but this is not a fixed number, if you like it and can afford it, you can have as many as you want." ”

After so many days of life, Jiao Ming already knew a little about the various levels in the castle. First of all, let's talk about the maid, except for Binglian and those little guys in the castle, all the women are uniformly dressed in black and white simple maid clothes. Then it is roughly divided into three types according to the type of work, and the aunt level is to do some rough work, and even when the farm is busy, she has to go to the field, which is for the inferior maid.

The second is the leader of the inferior maids (like the cold-faced aunts who distribute meals) and the maids, who have received some education in aristocratic etiquette, and are generally the second daughters or illegitimate children of low-level nobles, most of whom are somewhat beautiful and relatively young, and are the main means of the nobles to support the façade. After all, when the nobles were negotiating or feasting, it would be too embarrassing and unhappy if it was the aunt who served tea and water.

The last one is the personal maid, which is like a summer breeze. said to be a maid, but she was already a combination of girlfriends, secretaries, bodyguards and adjutants, and almost all the secrets of the nobles to which she belonged. Such an important position is naturally to be cultivated from an early age, so for an outsider like Jiao Ming, if you want to have a personal maid who meets the requirements, you can only wait.

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The group left the slave trading area and came to the last and smallest area, as small as a magic item trading area with only one tent and one stall.

There were a few small and delicate things on the stalls, and they couldn't tell the difference. The owner of the stall saw that Binglian was from an aristocratic background, and seemed to be interested in his own things, so he naturally shook off his incorruptible tongue and began to introduce it in a flamboyant manner. The lingua franca is mixed with the local dialect of the crocodile collar, and with a strange accent, coupled with the extremely fast speed of speech, only a few sentences of Jiao Ming were circled, as if it was an English listening question back then, and if you don't pay attention, you can't keep up at all.

With the help of Ice Lotus, Jiao Ming finally understood what these delicate little things were: small household appliances. Fans, flashlights, water heaters, etc.

"What if there is no energy?" Jiao Ming asked.

"You are an expert with a talent for magic! You can rest assured, these are all charged energy, you can use it for half a year without a problem, and you can come to me after you have no energy and charge the energy storage pool for free." The boss didn't blink when he spoke.

"Isn't the reputation of our crocodile lords in developed regions very bad?" Jiao Ming turned his head and asked Ice Lotus.

Binglian sighed and nodded, and reluctantly admitted a fact, from the outside, the nobles of the crocodile domain are all rich people who have never seen the world, and they can cheat money by taking a little garbage. "Thank you for the introduction, but we're not interested. After that, he pushed Jiao Ming into the tent next to him, too lazy to look at the stall owner's face that had turned from sunny to cloudy.

The top of the tent was open, and the leaking sunlight shone in the tent, and a woman with a bit of posture stood in the center, wearing a purple robe, and performed a standard aristocratic etiquette to the three of Binglian.

Binglian nodded slightly in return and began a formulaic answer. Jiao Ming knew that these were all aristocratic etiquette, and as a preparatory nobleman, he might have to learn it sooner or later, but he couldn't help but pop out of his heart with three words: 'poor and exquisite'.

This woman claimed to be Vera, the owner of a shop, and a landless nobleman in a large southern country, or rather a declining nobleman, with the title of marquis of the third class, the nominal countess.