"I heard that when the Zhao capital Handan was broken, three thousand children jumped down the city wall and shouted, 'The Zhao people will never descend to Qin'. How powerful it is! You are also a Zhao person, why don't you learn from the courage and self-esteem of those children? ”

On the table of the four, the fair-faced young Confucian shouted angrily, walked to the servant's side and scolded.

He should have just reached the crown not long ago, and seeing that he didn't even have a cocoon on his hands, he knew that he had been pampered since he was a child, and he had never even done farm work.

"The difference between humans and beasts is that people know the number of etiquette and have shame. Chang Anjun doesn't want to lay animal skins here, but he wants you to lie down, doesn't he think that you are not even as good as the fur of beasts? How can you be so at ease when you are so insulted? ”

The servant's forehead pressed against the ground, and a slight smell of blood penetrated his nostrils.

He didn't dare to refute, he didn't dare to speak, he didn't want to die.

Everyone here has the power to decide his life and death, and he can't be disrespectful to anyone.

Subordinate concubines are slaves, and slaves are not protected by Qin law.

Under the premise that their lives are not guaranteed, the subordinate concubines have long lost the ability to argue, and they are only left with begging for mercy, obedience, and fear in their bones.

"Zhao people are cheap! It's also willing to be trampled by that erection like this! Stain my eyes! ”

"Look at the joy on the face of the shaft, hum, the villain has a will! This Zhao man has no heart and no face, and he is a perfect match for that shaft! ”

"These four Confucian scholars are short-sighted, if it is me who makes trouble, I will explain in advance to drag the subordinates away. If the subordinates don't see it, the behavior of the vertical son who doesn't treat people as people is the conclusion of the coffin. No matter how much you can defend yourself, you will not fall into such a situation! ”

"A few corrupt people who pretend to be high and can only read dead books, they can't even afford to order a beauty, what big thing can they do!"

Previously, the young Confucian student was secretly guided by Ying Chengcheng to open the range of blows, which made the guests' speech trend change slightly.

Seeing that the situation was deteriorating, the young Confucian saw that the servants on the ground still didn't reply to him, making it difficult for him to turn the situation around, and the sense of humiliation in his heart exploded instantly.

He drew his sword from his waist and slashed at the ground without hesitation.

He's going to kill this servant!

And with all the humiliation he received!

Confucian Confucius divided people into three, six, nine and so on, and advocated the etiquette system, and Confucianism is a typical aristocratic doctrine.

Benevolence in Confucianism is for people.

And slaves, not people.

Slaves should be killed if they make people feel humiliated.

The sword of the young Confucian is not happy.

The moment he drew his sword, the guards on the platform would have had time to stop him.

But none of the guards had any intention of stopping him.

One by one, they stood still, dutifully fulfilling their duties, turning a blind eye to the movements of the young Confucian scholars.

If a person wants to kill his subordinates, why should he stop it?

In other words, if they are insulted by their subordinates, they will also be angry.

This is the Qin Dynasty.

So the attitude of people towards slaves is the same, and no one thinks there is anything wrong with that.

Boom~

Ying Cheng smashed a bottle on the top of the young Confucian student's head.

The young Confucian was beaten and cried out in pain, retreated three or four steps in a row, and the long sword in his hand fell to the ground, next to the servant's head.

The servant heard the sound of metal falling in his ears, and carefully turned his head to glance out of the corner of his eye.

The bright sword reflected the light of Sen Han, swept the servant's eyes, made the servant's liver tremble, and he almost died!

He wanted to get up and run away, ran back to Zhao Kingdom, ran back to that barren but warm home.

hugged my mother and cried bitterly, and hugged my father to complain.

But in fact, he did not dare to act rashly, and was even more careful than before, and did not dare to move.

To move is to die!

Lying here, he can live a little longer.

The servant's heart was full of fear, fear, and trepidation, but there was no resentment towards the young Confucian student.

Isn't it normal for a slave to be killed?

This is also the same in the Zhao State.

"Sir, why is that?"

The housekeeper took out a pink handkerchief from her arms and wiped the saliva on Yingcheng's hand, a little resentful.

If you let him kill, if you kill a subordinate, you will have to pay a gold, which is enough for five concubines.

A lowly Zhao man can die in the hands of a guest in exchange for a gold, what a cost-effective deal.

Most slaves did not live long, and more than ninety percent died of disease, hard labor, and beatings by their masters.

Ninety percent of these slaves died in vain, and no one compensated.

In the Qin law, slaves were private property, and if they were killed by others, they could receive compensation, and the amount of this compensation was much more than the money for buying and selling slaves.

If a slave can be beaten to death by someone else, then for most slave owners, it is a windfall from heaven and will gladly accept it.

"You're questioning me?" Ying Chengcheng chuckled.

There was no dissatisfaction in his words, but the housekeeper had been managing the building for many years, and she had already given birth to a seven-trick exquisite heart.

She grabbed Ying Chengcheng's hand and reached into the placket of her clothes, and said flatteringly: "Don't be angry, sir, I'm also in a hurry."

"It's nasty!"

"Shameless erectors!"

"Ying's misfortune!"

The guests looked at him with jealousy and condemned him.

The housekeeper is not a beauty, she is a housekeeper, and she does not need to accompany guests.

In the balcony, except for Ying Chengcheng, no guest can take advantage of the housekeeper.

"Ying Cheng Chan! You are so brutal, beating my Confucian protégé, and vainly serving as the king of Qin! ”

The young Confucian held the young Confucian who was red and swollen on his forehead and was crying bitterly, and scolded him fiercely.

On the table, the middle-aged Confucian and another Confucian stood up together and walked to this side, looking at Ying Chengcheng's eyes full of anger.

"This matter! Chang'an Jun is going to give an explanation! ”

"Chang'anjun is so rude, he has lost his royal face!"

Ying Chengcheng began to tease these Confucian students, and it was a matter of interest.

Life is so boring, there are a few fools willing to come forward and add color, why not?

But at the moment when the young Confucian sword was unsheathed, Ying Chengcheng lost his heart and didn't want to say anything to these Confucian students.

Drawing a sword and slashing someone without saying a word, it is really majestic.

"Ask for a! You deserve it too! ”

Ying Cheng sneered, picked up the plate full of dishes on the table and smashed it on the four people.

The four of them were soon covered with leaves, meat, and all kinds of food. Stains of various colors of soup were poured on the four of them. made the four people who were originally full of scholarly demeanor embarrassed, more like beggars than roadside beggars.

"A soldier can be killed, but not humiliated!"

The young Confucian student's face was purple, and the male duck screamed, and he drew the sword at his waist to fight with Ying Cheng.

The young Confucian student's face turned pale, and he trembled at the smell of all kinds of smells on his body, he had never suffered such humiliation.

"Ahhh I'll kill you! ”

He touched his waist with his hand, and only touched the scabbard before he remembered that the sword had fallen to the ground.

This reminded him of being smashed by Yingcheng Python just now, and the sharp pain in his forehead made him angry again, he screamed, and threw himself on the long sword he dropped on the ground.

"No! Bro! Take them away! ”

"Chang'anjun, today's humiliation, he will be rewarded tomorrow!"

The faces of the two elderly Confucian students were also full of anger, which could be seen through the rotten leaves of the vegetable soup on their faces.

They forcibly dragged the two young Confucian students, who were full of grief and anger, to leave.

Where they were beaten, the bottles and saucers were scattered everywhere, and the scraps of food were scattered all over the ground, a mess.

The guests were dumbfounded.

Everyone is a person with status and status, can't you talk well? How can you do it?

Thinking of the four Confucian students who went out, in front of the public, they were covered with vegetable leaves and minced meat, and they smelled all over their bodies.

The guests who believe in their identity have changed color, which is too embarrassing!

"Steward! Chang'an Jun did this in the building! What is the attitude of the building! If this doesn't expel Yingcheng, if I want to enter the building in the future, will I still have to put on my armor and enter! ”

A guest spoke up.

He is very smart, and he knows that his spending on the balcony alone is far from being comparable to that of Ying Chengcheng.

The right to speak on the balcony can't compete with Ying Chengcheng, so he pulls other guests to coerce the balcony.

This sentence made all the guests pay attention to the housekeeper.

Because the guest was right, no one wanted to eat and hummed a song and played with a woman, and turned his head to a vegetable soup, vegetable leaves, and minced meat.

Bright in, embarrassed out.

The guests were unanimous: do you care about this on the balcony? Do you want to make us money anymore?

The guests' wishful thinking is very clear, one person can't compare to Yingcheng, and that group of people can't compare?

There are so many of us, and we are still in charge, what reason does the building have not to deal with Yingcheng?

As long as we get together, the building must drive out the vertical of Yingchengcheng!

was stared at by dozens of pairs of powerful and rich eyes, and the housekeeper's pretty face was pale, some legs were weak, and she was very nervous.

She is just a small official with a salary of 100 stones, and the official status of the building steward can allow her to express her refusal when asked by the powerful to drink and sleep with her, but she cannot be disdainful in front of these powerful people.

Qin law pervades all aspects of the Qin state, all-encompassing and all-inclusive, and there are hundreds of small classifications, such as Gonglu, Tianlu, Stable (see Stable Law), Cang Law, Jinbu Law, Gan Law, Resignation Law, Placement Law, Junjue Law, etc.

In the industrial law, there are strict regulations on the revenue of the building: the annual income of the building is less than 5,000 gold, and the steward will be dismissed and imprisoned. Between 5,000 gold and 8,000 gold, there is no merit in managing things. More than 8,000 gold, 100 gold, 100 gold and other merits.

Once this matter is not handled well, these powerful people will not come back, and the annual revenue of the building business will not exceed 5,000 gold. The steward was to go and be sentenced—the punishment she pronounced for the servants who lay down on the ground.

So can she get Ying Cheng out of the way?

No.

According to legend, Ying Chengcheng contributed half of the revenue of the building, and many people listened to it as a joke.

The huge building, the only entertainment place for dignitaries and dignitaries outside, is a gold hole, a bottomless pit. How can it be possible for one person to take over half of the revenue, and His Majesty's private treasury does not have so much money!

But the female steward in charge of the building knew that this was not a joke, it was true, otherwise why would she treat Ying Cheng differently and take the initiative to give her a hug.

She is a steward, not a concubine, nor a prostitute.

So today, she is in a dilemma, no matter how she chooses, the end seems to be a prison sentence.

She was like the servants on the ground, she saw no hope, and fell into despair.