Zhang Luo asked curiously:

"Is there a small market outside Jinjiang City?"

Zhang Shengwen nodded and said:

"Of course there is, but there are only maids from poor families."

"Good employers don't appear in a small city."

Small market, also known as tooth market.

It was a place dedicated to selling people in feudal times.

The people inside are partly abducted.

or those who fled into slavery because of famine.

When Emperor Hongwu opened the country.

The sale of slaves was strictly prohibited.

Provisions except for high-quality officials.

And the royal members thought.

Slaves were not to be traded privately.

When the Ming Dynasty was founded.

All is good, this decree can still be enforced.

But to the Jiajing Dynasty.

There is already a policy on it.

There is a countermeasure.

Traffickers partner with merchants.

Sell people on the corner of the district.

There were rich and powerful landlords and gentry in the area.

There were many servants in the house.

Zhang Shengwen continued:

"The people in the small city are homeless."

"Brother Zhang Luo wants to buy someone."

"I'll finish the formalities of the yamen for you."

Zhang Luo remembered.

Zhang Shengwen wrote a statement in the Yamen.

I know a lot about this line.

With his help, it should be fine.

Zhang Luo thanked him.

This will buy and sell slaves.

A contract is required.

It's not that you like which.

Just pay and take it away.

Each yamen has a corresponding format for signing contracts.

The decree set by Emperor Hongwu for the founding of the country.

It has long been a piece of waste paper.

Zhang Shengwen then asked:

"Brother Zhang Luo buys people."

"It's going to buy craftsmen into Zhenhaiwei and add them to the military."

"Or do you pay the money and keep calling?"

张洛 says:

"Is there a big difference between the two?"

张胜文 says:

"To pay the money is to rent."

"Jinjiang is a one-time payment of ten years' silver."

"It lasts for twenty years."

"It's better than naturalization."

"The slave he bought, the tax on him."

"You don't need the master to give it to him."

"It's still up to the slaves to bear it themselves."

"As for naturalization."

"It's about being your family."

"Don't worry he'll rebel and run away."

"The bad thing is his taxes."

"Brother Zhang Luo has to help him hand it over."

"Until Brother Zhang Luo, you have a fame."

"to stop paying taxes."

Zhang Luo listened.

I feel that those slaves in the small city are quite miserable.

Whatever the second half of life.

It's not a good day.

Zhang Luo decided not to.

I plan to go to the small city with Zhang Shengwen first.

A few days later, the two walked out of the city.

It didn't take long to reach the small market.

Chaos, this is Zhang Luo's first impression of the small city.

If only Zhang Shengwen had said it.

Zhang Luo thought this was a disaster area.

Zhang Luo and both of them wore Confucian clothes.

After a few steps, a chubby aunt walked up to the two.

flattered the two of them:

"Two sons, I have a beautiful maid."

"Do you want the two sons to come and have a look?"

Zhang Shengwen hurriedly took Zhang Luo and walked away.

Ducked from these traffickers who came up and shouted.

When he walked to an open place, he said:

"Brother Zhang Luo's words as a trafficker should not be believed."

"What kind of beautiful people can be in a small city?"

"It's all about scamming people and stealing money."

"Brother Zhang Luo, don't be fooled."

Then Zhang Shengwen took Zhang Luo with him.

Then go deeper into the city.

came to a middle-aged man covered with pockmarked seeds.

"Wang Mazi, do you have a craftsman here who can engrav and print?"

The person who came was Zhang Shengwen.

The pockmarked man stood up suddenly.

Said with a smile:

"It's Zhang Gongzi here."

"The craftsmen have some of them, you can rest here."

"I'll bring it to you."

Zhang Luo has been in the small city for a long time.

Gradually, I smelled a bit of a foul smell.

I couldn't help but cover my nose.

张胜文 says:

"That's the way it is in the small markets outside the city."

"It's a lot better in Fuzhou."

"I heard that there are still saffron flowers for sale."

"Red flowers?"

Zhang Shengwen glanced at the side and said softly:

"Some people have too many children at home."

"The daughter who was born was given to her from an early age."

"Let her learn a little bit of everything."

"When the daughters are fifteen."

"I will sell it to someone else's house as a concubine."

"Huh? And this kind of thing? ”

"Of course there is, my daughter is sold."

"I can earn some money at home."

"My daughter doesn't have to worry about running out of food."

"Brother Zhang Luo, Wang Mazi brought people here."

"You see which one fits."

Wang Mazi was followed by three short middle-aged men.

They all looked sluggish.

Keep your head down and don't dare to look at people.

But there are no chains on his body.

Nor was there an iron cage for them to be locked up.

The three men stood apart.

It's like selling vegetables in the market.

Let Zhang Luo choose.

As a 21st century traveler.

Although Zhang Luo was prepared.

But the bones of the body were still shocked.

He approached the three of them.

There were no scars on the three of them.

It can be seen that they have not been beaten and scolded by Wang Mazi.

When I walked up to the third man.

The middle-aged man looked up.

Showing a flattering look.

I hope Zhang Luo will buy it for him.

"Okay, you guys, all keep your heads up."

"Explain your skills very clearly."

Wang Mazi shouted behind him.

Three middle-aged people.

One by one, they talked about their own situation.

All three of them are refugees who ran out of Putian.

All the relatives in the first two families starved to death.

The last man still has a daughter alive.

All three of them worked in a bookstore in Putian.

It's all engraving and printing.

Both agreed to naturalization.

It is to be a cow and a horse for Zhang Luo for the rest of his life.

The last man only agreed to sign a ten-year contract.

Zhang Luo took a closer look at the three of them.

In the end, it was decided to choose the person whose daughter was still alive.

After that, Zhang Shengwen discussed the price with this Wang Mazi.

The price was set at forty taels of silver.

Then this craftsman surnamed Du.

His five-year-old daughter.

It is also counted as five taels of silver.

They were father and daughter together.

Give Zhang Luo ten years of work.

After drawing a pledge on the contract.

Zhang Luo took out the precipitated silver and gave it to Wang Mazi.

Wang Mazi held the broken silver in his hand.

Bumped into each other.

Once you're sure there's nothing wrong with it.

Call the craftsman surnamed Du aside.

Only ten taels of silver were given.

Wang Mazi took the rest of the money by himself.

Craftsman Du hugged his skinny little daughter.

Follow behind Zhang Luo.

Out of the small city.

After leaving the small city.

Zhang Luo turned to the craftsman and asked:

"Your name?"

"Back to the master, the villain has no name and no surname."

"It's just when I was in Putian Bookstore before."

"People call me Du Yin."

Zhang Luo looked at Du Yin's snotty daughter again.

Sighing, he took a tael of silver and said:

"It's not easy for you to walk with your daughter."

"In this way, you go to the county town and buy two wooden carts."

"Run on my horse."

"You go back to Zhenhaiwei with me in a carriage."

Du Yin knelt on the ground with his daughter.

Crying out:

"Thank you for your gift!"

Zhang Luo hurriedly dragged the two of them up.

Now it's almost at the gates of the city.

It's not good to see so many people.