After passing the city gate, and not long on the way, the prisoner cart turned to the right and walked slowly for about half an hour, and the prisoner cart came to a very noisy and lively market, the old market is simply synonymous with dirty and messy, and all kinds of people shuttled through it, merchants, farmers, thieves, stepdaughters...... People come and go very lively, the whole street winds forward, there seems to be no end in sight, the items are even more dazzling, all kinds of utensils are readily available, food, drink, use, cattle, sheep and horses...... It's as if all the things in the world are gathered here. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

The soldiers drove around and turned to an open place, on which were erected a hundred and ten wooden stakes more than one meter high, and dozens of wooden stakes were tied to various ragged men and women, each with a numb expression, and a group of people surrounded him, and some people in the crowd kept pointing at the people tied to the pillars, which was the famous slave market.

The soldier was so familiar with this kind of deed that he drove the prisoner cart to a splendid tent, and then a middle-aged man with a fat head and big ears and a gorgeous dress came out, and after some bargaining, the soldier took a bag of coins and turned away, leaving the carriage behind. The middle-aged man sent the soldier away, shouted to the people around him, and tied Yang Yi and the others to the pillar.

Several men opened the prisoner cart, stepped on the prisoner cart like a wolf and a tiger, and drove the people in the car out of the car like cargo, Yang Yi couldn't even stand up with his hands and feet tied, and saw a fat man with an open chest and exposed arms walking over, he was secretly anxious in his heart, and struggled to stand up on the side, but before he could stand up straight, the big man grabbed him by the back and threw him out of the car.

Yang Yi's body soared into the air, "Poof!" and fell to the ground, the man's strength was so great that he was dizzy, and before he could react, two people came over and tied him to a wooden stake. Yang Yi's eyes were red, and he struggled hard, but he didn't have any strength at all now, his limbs were tied, and he struggled a few times in vain, but he was still tightly tied to the stake.

The sun was hot and irradiated the enthusiasm on Yang Yi without hesitation, and after a short time, Yang Yi felt dry mouth, and his stomach was even more hungry, Yang Yi almost couldn't bear to call out four 2s, but looking at the people coming and going in front of him, he knew that even if he summoned four 2s, it would be useless, it was better to wait until the evening, all he could do now was patience and waiting.

The continuous stimulation and torture, even the iron beaten people can't stand it, not to mention that Yang Yi is just an ordinary person, his eyes are already a little blurry under the sun, and the crowd around him keeps coming to pinch his body, but more of them shake their heads and turn away, and the people on the stake are constantly being bought, and only he is uncaring.

As time passed, from dawn till dusk, new slaves were tied to stakes, and people were bought, and he bowed his head in despair, even though there were far fewer people who looked at him more.

Seeing that the sky was getting dark, there were only four or five thin slaves left on the stake, among these people Yang Yi looked even thinner, the boss of the slave trade looked at Yang Yi with a little bad eyes, this is not to blame him, Yang Yi's body is indeed thinner among these people, and he is also a black-haired exotic, the person who buys slaves naturally hopes that his money is worthwhile, at least he must be able to work and farm when he goes home, and Yang Yi's thin body really can't see what he can do, and he has no appreciation value.

The crowd gradually dispersed, the last few slaves were also bought at a low price, only Yang Yi and another young man who was about as thin as him were left on the hundred and ten wooden stakes, the boss who sold the slaves was a little anxious, and kept peddling Yang Yi and the young man to the last few people who stayed here, but all of them shook their heads and turned to leave, and the boss watched the last person walk away, and shrugged his shoulders helplessly.

The boss's subordinates whispered: "Head, these two monkey-like people, no one will buy them, what are you going to do when you buy them? Is it a waste of food? Not to mention that you can't sell them today, even if you sell them here for a month, no one will buy them, I really don't know what you can do with them except wasting food?"

"Shut up, the thinness is also the master I bought it for silver coins, don't you sell them, isn't that a loss of money, those soldiers are also lacking in virtue, such people are also sold to me, hey, it seems that this time I really have to lose ten silver coins!"

"I know he's not good, can't you just buy him? Why do you have to buy him? Also, after selling so many slaves today, you must have earned money and didn't burn money, right?"

"You fool, the slave trade is fiercely competitive, there are no soldiers to sell slaves, we have a supply? Sometimes we have to buy it even if we know that we will suffer a loss, we can't afford these people, I have indeed made a lot of money today, but who would think that I have earned a lot of money? If these two slaves cannot be sold, I will sell two slaves for nothing, hey! What a pity!"

"What then? Keep them?"

The boss rolled his eyes: "What are you doing with them? If you can't sell them tomorrow, you will kill them, and save a waste of food!"

When the conversation reached Yang Yi's ears, he couldn't help but be shocked, he would kill him if he couldn't sell it, it was really ruthless......

"What are you doing in a daze, throw this monkey into the cellar, and kill and feed the dog if you can't sell it tomorrow!" the boss shouted angrily to the man next to him.

Yang Yi listened to it in his ears, just smiled helplessly, and secretly prayed that if the fat-headed and big-eared boss couldn't sell it, he would hurry up and close the stall, and he would summon four 2s, the boss shouted loudly, Yang Yi looked at him, no different from looking at a clown, such a person is really ugly to the extreme, but the boss saw that it was getting later and later, and became anxious, and suddenly looked up at Yang Yi, but saw a monkey-like man, looking at him without the slightest fear, but like looking at a clown jumping up and down.

The boss froze for a moment, a little unbelievable that this tattered, thin Oriental man, with no numbness on his face, no despair and hopelessness for life in his eyes, but a sneering gaze, and even some calmness and calmness that he can only see in the superior, looking at himself as if he was looking at an ant, as long as he wanted, he could take his life at any time.

For a moment, the boss didn't even dare to look at Yang Yi, but he reacted quickly, and then a trace of anger flashed across his brows, as if he was looking for an excuse for his gaffe, and scolded angrily: "What do you look at, shit? I'll kill you today, master!" After speaking, he snatched the leather whip from the entourage and strode towards Yang Yi.

Yang Yi closed his eyes and waited for the boss's anger, the leather whip in the boss's hand had just been raised, and before it could fall, a figure walked unhurriedly from the other end of the street, and shouted to the boss gloomily: "Boss Axin, if you beat them all to death, but you will lose money, are you really willing?"

When the boss heard this gloomy voice, his face showed joy, and he greeted him with a flattering smile, and said, "My dear Mr. Hassan, are you here to buy slaves again? I have two more here, just right for you." ”

"Yes, I'm here to buy slaves again, the effort you sold me last time was so vain, so weak that I ate a lot of food, but still didn't feed it, this time, I'm going to buy a slightly stronger one. ”

When the boss heard this, his eyes rolled, and a smile appeared on his chubby face: "Coincidentally, I still have the last two slaves left here." As he spoke, he returned to the side of the pillar, lifted the young man who was not far from Yang Yi's side, lifted his chin with his hand, and said, "This Aladdin is a local teenager who was sold by his own uncle, you see that he has been tied here for three days, and he is still so spirited, it must be to your heart......"

The boss introduced the slave boy, and the reason why he didn't introduce Yang Yi was because Yang Yi was more likely to sell it than the boy, because if the boy didn't sell it again, he would either die of illness or starvation, and when he heard the three words Aladdin, Yang Yi's heart trembled, and he thought of a possibility, Aladdin's magic lamp.

Yang Yi turned his head to look at the young man, fifteen or sixteen years old, thin and weak, sick and not energetic at all, even his lips were white, but it was in line with the age and appearance of Aladdin in the Latin magic lamp, as for the origin...... Yang Yi found that few stories in the fairy tale world were in line with the original work.

Yang Yi raised his head again and looked at Mr. Hassan, who was going to buy slaves, and saw that this Mr. Hassan had a gloomy aura, which was not easy to provoke at first glance, especially his eyes, wolf-like gaze, eagle ditch nose, beard, wearing a black robe, and a black cloth wrapped around his head.

That look is simply to tell others that he is a mage, Yang Yi is excited, if there is Aladdin's magic lamp...... Before he could figure out a solution, Mr. Hassan shook his head and said, "This kid is too sick, what are you buying it for?

After speaking, he didn't look at Aladdin, but at Yang Yi, who seemed to be very interested, the boss wiped his eyes, and hurriedly said: "I still have a slave here, you can come and see, and also, don't underestimate him, although this person is thin, but his movements are extremely flexible, the soldiers who captured him told me that they have spent a lot of effort to catch this slave, and such a person is not the best slave." ”

Hassan looked at the thin Yang Yi and asked with a suspicious face: "Is this yellow-skinned monkey Yang as powerful as you say?"

The boss shrugged: "This time, do you have a better option?"

Hassan sighed, muttered a few words in a low voice, and said to the boss: "This man is too thin, I only give out five silver coins." ”

"No, Brother Hassan, I bought this slave for ten silver coins, I don't earn your money, just give ten silver coins. ”

"Six silver coins. ”

"Nine silver coins, I've already lost money. ”

"Eight silver coins, if you want to sell them, I'll turn around and leave. ”

"Okay, deal, now he's yours. The boss breathed a sigh of relief and smiled and stretched out his hand to Hassan.