On the way back, none of the three chose to take the nearest path.

Instead, they all went to another long road.

Maybe this time has passed, and you can only see the mess all over the ground, the sparse crowd and the children hidden behind the stage.

Perhaps, even if they see something, they can do nothing but add to their troubles.

But the three of them were still a little unwilling, and collectively acquiesced to this route back.

When I returned to the juggling stall, the noisy gongs and drums had already subsided.

After the crowd of onlookers gave a few tips, they scattered contentedly.

That little episode on the way no one cared.

Only the three of their kind-hearted children were remembered.

All that was left on the scene were the juggling children who were hurriedly putting away their props.

The first thing the bearded head of the class did after the guests dispersed was not to rest and eat, let alone to reward the children for their work.

Instead, let the children who were tired from the day line up in a secluded place on the street corner.

Several children looked at their class master with trepidation, rubbing their palms constantly, not daring to make a sound.

The long whip in the head of the class raised and thrashed heavily in the air, and a bang shook the hearts of the children, making them tremble even more violently.

The timid child was so frightened that he shed a few tears, but he didn't dare to raise his hand to wipe them.

The class master and the long whip in his hand seemed to be their biggest nightmare.

The class leader glanced around coldly, and only then did he show a sneer when he saw the cowering appearance of these children.

Then the whip in his hand was pointed far away, and the little girl hiding in the farthest corner unconsciously took a step back.

He shouted, "Little bitch, why don't you hide a little farther?" ”

"If it's farther away, you don't have to eat today's meal, save food for Lao Tzu!"

"How are you going to compensate me for the broken bowl you broke for eating white food?"

As he spoke, a hideous smile appeared on his bearded face, and he took a few steps forward and whipped it.

The whistling whip fell mercilessly on the little girl, instantly imprinting a blood mark.

The surrounding children were so frightened that they retreated, for fear that they would be implicated by accidental injury.

But the little girl did not dare to scream, or even look up at the head of the class, so she could only curl up as much as possible, and meet the whip with her back, hoping to suffer less pain.

Years of whipping have given them a good understanding of where the beatings hurt the most and where they don't.

After several whips in a row, the little girl's whole body completely shrank into a ball.

The other children, seeing what happened to their companions, did not dare to make a sound.

Even under the deterrence of such irresistible violence, their loyalty to the class master was further enhanced.

When Chen Ping and the others came here, they saw such a scene.

Originally, Chen Ping had already persuaded himself not to care about idle things beyond his ability.

I could see more and more blood marks on the little girl's body, and the brighter and darker brilliance in the children's eyes.

All this made Chen Ping's heart ache, and he couldn't hold back a rush of depression.

I really can't stand it, and I treat people like dogs like this.

Ye Chongwen also clenched his fists, and was about to rush over to stop the class master, but was tightly grasped by He Qingxuan.

Faced with Chen Ping and Ye Chongwen's anger, He Qingxuan explained helplessly: "Don't be impulsive, impulsiveness will not solve things, but will make things worse." ”

Seeing that Ye Chongwen was struggling even more, He Qingxuan immediately gave an explanation, saying: "When I was in Jiangxia, I also encountered such a juggling team. ”

"At that time, I was as old as you, and I wanted to rescue those children, but I was stopped by an uncle."

"According to him, these children who have entered the juggling team are either orphans, or they have been sold by their parents to the class master, in fact, they are the slaves of the class master, and even if they are rescued, they will only be sold into slavery again and beg for a living with another master."

Chen Ping was stunned when he heard this, this was not the same as what he had learned in the academy, and he began to recall whether he had missed something.

He Qingxuan naturally knew what Chen Ping was surprised about.

Because according to the books, the people of the Dayu Dynasty were enlightened and would never allow slavery.

Even if they are servants of large families, they will sign a contract with the master's family, stipulating wages and time, and they cannot beat or abuse them, nor can they sign a life and death contract.

Chen Ping originally thought that the Dayu Dynasty had done a good job in this regard.

He Qingxuan shook his head gently, and under the gaze of Ye Chongwen and Chen Ping, he said calmly: "It is better to believe in a book than to have no book, what is written in the book may not be accurate, and may even be completely contrary to the facts. ”

"It is true that the Dayu Dynasty does not have slaves in the law, but the matter of keeping slaves among the people has never been cut off."

"The so-called people do not hold officials accountable, and how many slaves can sue their masters to the government? Even if it is sued, I am afraid that the government will only deal with it coldly, how many officials are willing to uphold justice for slaves? If the declaration is not successful, it will inevitably be beaten again after returning. ”

This kind of truth is not complicated, Chen Ping, who has the experience of his previous life, naturally understands it as soon as he hears it.

The biggest beneficiaries of slavery are the eunuchs and magnates, how can they make trouble for themselves.

If you vigorously rectify it, I am afraid that it will become the target of the public, and it is very unworthy to offend large families for that little bit of political achievement.

The little girl had been whipped by the head of the class, and there was no sound at all, not even the sound of gasps and cries.

I don't know if it's because I've fainted, or if it's in a more terrifying situation.

Chen Ping suddenly discovered that behind the frightened children with their heads lowered, there were a pair of eyes full of hatred, which were staring at the class master with a light like a sword.

It was a teenager, who looked a few years older than the little girl, and his face was sallow and thin.

Only those eyes, which were completely different from those of his numb companions, and the flames that danced in their eyes announced that although he had lived under the people for a long time, he had not yielded.

Seeing this scene, Chen Ping's heart became more and more sour, and he involuntarily ran forward.

He Qingxuan was still pressing Ye Chongwen and didn't notice Chen Ping.

I thought that Chen Ping was quite stable, and he should not be as impulsive as Ye Chongwen.

Who would have thought, but he was the first to rush forward.

I saw Chen Ping striding forward, using his small body to directly block the class master and the little girl.

The whip in the hand of the class master had just been lifted and was about to fall, when he saw something strange, he suddenly retracted it and hit a piece of grass next to him, almost hitting Chen Ping.

Grass clippings flew and a bitter smell wafted through the air.

As soon as he wanted to open his mouth to scold, he was shocked by the long robe Chen Ping was wearing and the bookish aura on his body.

Children of ordinary families, at this age, should all work at home, wearing short shirts to facilitate farming, wearing such a spotless long shirt, must not be a child engaged in manual work, and then look at the elegant temperament and demeanor.

This is a little scholar!

Although the class owner didn't know Chen Ping's details, he also knew that most of the families who could let their children study were not something he could offend as a juggler class owner from other places.

When He Qingxuan and Ye Chongwen rushed over, the class leader had already become bent over.

The two of them do not advocate luxury, their clothes are quite simple, and their words and deeds are not arrogant.

The class master, who can walk in all directions and see a lot of knowledge, still sees the wealth and nobility that is inadvertently revealed from them.

This kind of wealth is not borrowed from external objects, but is acquired by long-term immersion.

Don't look at this class owner looking glamorous, this decent outfit cost him at least half a year's revenue, but it just looks decent.

That vulgar atmosphere has long been deeply rooted in the bone marrow.

At this time, the class leader, who was covered in cold sweat, trembled like those children.

He glanced at Chen Ping, who was blocking in front of him, and asked cautiously, "I don't know...... I don't know how many sons have orders? ”

Such a question made Chen Ping not know how to respond.

He really wanted to save the little girl who had been punished, but he didn't know what to do.

After all, buying and selling slaves is a tacit matter for the whole society, otherwise he would not be so arrogant in broad daylight.

The head of the class can tell everyone that these children are the ones he bought.

You can beat as much as you want, you can scold as much as you want, as long as you don't make trouble, others can't care at all.

It's just that I don't know the identities of the few little boys in front of me, so I don't dare to speak directly.

When Chen Ping pondered how to answer.

The little boy, who was already angry, suddenly roared in his hoarse throat and slammed into the class master.

"I'm going to kill you, kill you brute!"

"No one can bully my sister!"