Behind the gate, there is a small green mountain meadow covered with white wildflowers. There are black basalt cliffs standing all around, and there seems to be a cliff mouth a few hundred meters away. She walked forward.

Beyond the cliff, there are continuous mountains. The vegetation on the mountain is dense. She thought Jaso

's camera is most likely near this cliff, but she searched carefully in this vicinity for two days without success. She stumbled upon a white-walled Uwa hut on a hillside not far away. She decided to try her luck there.

Descending the mountain, passing through a small mountain stream, I saw a stone staircase in the depths of the dense forest, and I came to the white-walled Uwa house. Yang Ruoning only found out at this time that this was actually a temple. The temple is small, just a palm-sized quadrangular courtyard. The courtyard door was open, and Yang Ruoning stretched out her head and poked into the courtyard. "Excuse me, is anyone there?"

In the room on the right, an old monk pushes the door open. The old monk was stunned when he saw her, probably he had never seen a girl dressed like this. He clasped his hands together and said slowly, "Female donor, I don't know if the old man can help you?" ”

Yang Ruoning also saluted with her hands together and asked, "I wonder if the monk has seen a man in his twenties and so tall recently?" Yang Ruoning gestured and described Jaso to the old monk

The way it looks.

"Recently, it has been raining heavily in the mountains, and no one has visited. No one was seen passing by. The old monk said.

"Oh," Yang Ruoning thought for a moment, "Then may I ask, where is this?" …… I mean, there's a lot of fun around here, and there might be a lot of people going to ......" Yang Ruoning didn't know Jaso at all

I've probably been somewhere, and I don't know how to ask.

The monk actually understood, and replied, "This place is surrounded by mountains, and except for one or two remote villages with few people, there is only Youzhou City." ”

"Youzhou City? Far from here? Yang Ruoning asked again.

"It's about two days."

"Two days?" Yang Ruoning was a little surprised, "What does it mean...... Two days of walking?! ”

"Yes." The old monk said.

Yang Ruoning thought, so it looks like Jaso

Most likely to go to that Youzhou City. It is also most likely in terms of time. Did he leave something there, perhaps?

She asked for the route to Youzhou City, thanked the old monk and set off.

Youzhou City.

In her opinion, this quaint little town is not very big. It took her an hour to go from one end to the other. After several understandings, Yang Ruoning knew that this was a country called Da Song, and this Youzhou City was the largest city in the north of Da Song, and it was busy with trade with the countries in the north. People from outside the northern customs brought horses and wool, while southern porcelain, silk and salt were brought together through the canals. As a result, the part near the ferry port has become the most lively and noisy place in the whole town.

There are large and small boats moored on the wharf, and several streets near the river are lined with shops. The streets are bustling with people from all over the world and speaking with various accents, and there are many strangely dressed foreign businessmen among them. Yang Ruoning was mixed in it, and he didn't even attract attention at all.

Without money, Yang Ruoning camped in the grove outside the city. During the day, she went into town to look for it. Restaurants, inns, shops and even brothels, she visited them one by one. The response I got was either that I hadn't seen it, or that I was blasted out as a beggar by the shopkeeper.

After dark, she sat a little dejected on the stakes of the boats by the dock. She looked at the busy workers on the dock not far away, a little distracted. Where else to look and how to find it? She was a little discouraged. She had already searched everywhere she could think of.

On the other side of the wharf, the last merchant ships have just docked today. Topless workers laboriously carried the heavy load to their backs, bent up, carefully stepped on the planks that hung on the side of the ship and the docks, and then carried the goods to the wagon, which was about ten meters away. Their sweaty chests shone in the light.

The last to emerge from the cabin were seven or eight men in tattered clothes. They were tied hand and foot with ropes, lined up in a row, and disembarked from the boat in turn. Walking at the end is a small figure. He looked to be only seven or eight years old, with messy hair like a bird's nest and a pair of tattered shorts that barely covered his body. He walked at the end of the line with his head bowed and a blank face. Yang Ruoning was a little surprised, although all her knowledge about Chinese history came from several martial arts TV series she watched with her grandmother when she was a child, but she thought that the slave trade had long been gone in feudal society.

Xu was aware of her gaze, and the little boy raised his head and looked in the direction of Yang Ruoning. When they looked at each other, her heart pounded.

His little face was so dirty that it hid his appearance, but those eyes were exceptionally bright. Yang Ruoning turned her head away. She was a little flustered, and she told herself that she was just a passerby and that there was nothing she could do.

When Yang Ruoning returned to her camp in the woods outside the city that night, she felt a little irritable. Is it because it's so hot tonight? Sleepless nights. Turning over and over, the pair of black and white eyes that always lingered in my mind. As soon as it was dawn, Yang Ruoning got up and entered the city.

There are no people on the streets in the early morning, and many shops are not open yet, only a few street food stalls. White smoke rose from the stalls, and the aroma of food wafted through the air. She stopped at the food stall that sold ravioli, and she only had two copper plates in her pocket, which had been given to her that day by a tavern keeper who thought she had come to beg. She wasn't actually hungry, but the bowl of hot wontons looked like her grandmother's shrimp raviolets. She suddenly wanted to taste it.

Two copper plates are just enough to buy a bowl. She sat on a small wooden table on the side of the street, waiting for the stall owner to make her wontons.

After a while, the stall owner smiled and brought a bowl of hot ravioli. "This aunt, at first glance, is it from another place."

Forehead...... Aunt...... Although she has been called aunt these days, and she knows that she can really be a grandmother here at the age of 26, she is still a little unhappy every time she is called like this. Do I look a lot like my aunt?

"yes, yes."

At this time, two middle-aged men in silk clothes sat at the table next to them. They smell of alcohol, and at first glance they are businessmen who come to relieve their hangover after a night of drinking. One of them said, "I heard that there was a little boy with a sign in the batch last night, and the sixth child of the small hall told me that they were going to buy it." ”

The other said, "Haha, then you can go and try it tonight, hahaha......" They spoke loudly, and seemed to completely ignore Yang Ruoning, who was sitting on the side and bowing his head to eat.

Hearing their conversation, Yang Ruoning suddenly lost her appetite. She knew what kind of place the small restaurant was, and the way they solicited customers on the street like that once made Yang Ruoning feel that this ancient society was so tolerant of the same sex.

And now, the conversation between the two people in front of her made her unable to eat it anyway.

She stood up suddenly. The wooden table and the chopsticks on the table shook violently. The two men were startled and stared at her.

“Mothe

f***ke

！ She shouted at the two men. With that, he turned around and walked away quickly. The two were startled by her sudden yell, but they couldn't understand what she was saying, so they could only watch her go with blank expressions.

According to the guidance of passers-by, Yang Ruoning found a rather secluded courtyard. They said that this was Hu Ye'er's land, that is, the traffickers who sold the prisoners of exile.

He knocked on the door and went in, explaining that he had come to buy a slave, and the family led her to the backyard.

In the courtyard, a group of ragged people sat on the ground. Their heads are buried in their knees, and they don't look up at anyone coming. Yang Ruoning saw the small figure at a glance. Xu heard the voice, but the little boy raised his head, his eyes like the starry sky on a summer night staring at Yang Ruoning.

"What are you buying?"

Behind him came a stocky man with small yellowed eyes who looked up and down shrewdly.

"I want that little boy."

"Oh, what does the eldest lady want the little boy to go back to?" He asked again.

"Hmm...... It is...... Need...... The little boy went to ......" Yang Ruoning hesitated, his head spinning rapidly, trying to make up a suitable excuse.

"Is it the son-in-law who is going to come to the door?" The man suddenly grinned, revealing a mouthful of black and yellow teeth.

"Ah, yes, yes, yes."

The man nodded, "There have been many wars in the border gates this year, and it is really difficult to find a man, so buy one early and go home to keep it convenient for the future." ”

"Yes, yes," Yang Ruoning agreed. "And how can the little boy sell it?"

Hu Ye'er didn't speak, and stretched out two fingers.

"Two taels of silver?" Yang Ruoning guessed.

"Twenty taels."