Zhao Ming sympathized with them, they were not born in a good era, but Zhao Ming couldn't help them. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

Mencius said: If you are good, you will help the world, and if you are poor, you will be good alone

Zhao Ming doesn't think that he is the kind of person in front, maybe he may be among the front in the future, but he is still self-aware at the moment, if he doesn't know how to do martial arts, he is estimated to be similar to them now.

Looking at this group of little girls who had already appointed their own situation, Zhao Ming sighed heartily in his heart, he really wanted to take these little girls with him, he really couldn't bear to watch them grow up in such an environment, the oldest of them was estimated to be seventeen or eighteen years old, and the youngest was not even ten years old.

It's a pity that his financial resources can't pay for such a huge sum, and Zhao Ming knows that even if he saves this batch, there will be the next batch, and in such a dynasty, there is no shortage of refugees and traffickers.

Zhao Ming cleaned up his mood, and followed the traffickers who introduced him to start picking the ones he was satisfied with, I don't know why, I was still a little grateful to the traffickers who brought me, but after coming here, Zhao Ming felt disgusted with him from the bottom of his heart.

Zhao Ming resisted the urge to beat him violently and followed him and began to look for what he needed from the crowd, in fact, no matter who was here, Zhao Ming's requirements were met, it was actually the same for Zhao Ming, but Zhao Ming didn't like their eyes, numb, sluggish, the more Zhao Ming saw such eyes, the more he felt the injustice of this era.

Even Zhao Ming can empathize with their situation, because in his previous life, he also lived at the bottom of that era, and he can also feel the helplessness brought by being alive.

Zhao Ming couldn't help but speed up his pace and walked back.

As soon as the traffickers in the back saw that their customers were no longer slowly selecting, but walked directly to the back, they immediately followed.

"My lord, are you not satisfied with the ones in front of you? In fact, the good ones are all in the front, and the rest of them are selected before. The traffickers also wanted to persuade Zhao Ming to take a look at the refugees in front of him, but as soon as Zhao Ming heard his words, a nameless anger surged in his heart, and the pace under his feet accelerated a little, and the traffickers behind him couldn't catch up with Zhao Ming's footsteps.

Soon Zhao Ming came to the end, although the traffickers disgusted him, but his words were right, the back was indeed not on the same level as the front.

But Zhao Ming doesn't care about these, he is looking for those who still have the pursuit of life and the desire for life, but unfortunately Zhao Ming is disappointed, the refugees here have lived in such a dark day for too long, and they no longer know that life can actually be very happy and happy.

Zhao Ming stopped in disappointment, not because he no longer wanted to find a maid, but because there were no 'slaves' selected by these traffickers in the back, yes, they were slaves.

Zhao Ming turned around and walked back, he didn't want to stay here anymore, he decided to redeem a girl in the art workshop even if he spent all his savings, he finally knew why those people with status bought maids where, not that they cared about those so-called versatile, but that this was where people could see and feel angry.

Zhao Ming had just walked a few steps when he ran into the trafficker.

"My lord, don't you see what you like? I'll just say that there is no good one in the back, it's not worthy of your identity, in fact, we still have a lot of good goods in front of us......"

But Zhao Ming didn't finish listening to him and accelerated to walk outside.

The trafficker seemed a little unwilling to see Zhao Ming leave like this, and shouted from behind: "My lord, why don't you take a look at it again? Before he could finish speaking, something flew in front of him and smashed directly into his face.

The traffickers wanted to be furious, but when the words came to their lips, they held back again, no matter how Zhao Ming said it, he was also a six-door green ribbon catcher, and he couldn't give him face in the art workshop, but he couldn't do it here, otherwise they wouldn't want to do it.

The trafficker held his breath and looked at the thing that hit him on the ground, and suddenly all his anger was gone, and even the bag on his head didn't feel pain, and he picked up the silver on the ground with a smile.

Zhao Ming also had no choice, he wanted to beat him up when he heard the voice of this trafficker, but people are also living at home, in this era, you can't use the moral laws of later generations to demand others, maybe Confucius doesn't feel that people have done anything wrong here.

And Zhao Ming was riding on a horse, and he didn't have a brick or anything in his hand, so he slipped out of his cuff and smashed a silver ingot out of his cuff.

Zhao Ming rode a horse and soon arrived at the entrance of this refugee village (the conditions are a little better than the refugee area), Zhao Ming's horse did not dare to ride too fast, there were refugees everywhere, just when Zhao Ming was about to leave this refugee area, he suddenly heard a noise from the exit.

Zhao Ming was in a bad mood and didn't want to care about these things, but when he passed by, a woman was kneeling on the ground holding a man's leg and crying non-stop.

"Uncle, uncle, you can accept my mother, I beg you, my daughter can't live without me, he can't live... Woowoo woo ......"

"No, either you go in with us by yourself, or you will die outside with your girl who is still drinking milk, there is no other choice, you have thought it through these days, if it weren't for Lao Tzu to see that you still have a little bit of beauty, Lao Tzu wouldn't have time to fool around with you here!"

"Uncle, you have pity on our mother, my daughter is only one and a half years old, and he would have died outside without me...... Woowoo woo ......"

The trafficker seemed accustomed to such a scene, and did not care at all about the woman's crying.

"You can live if you throw her away, or you will die outside together, is it possible that I will raise you, is it possible that when people come to pick people, they will find a big one to take out a small one? Do you think those rich people are stupid, you have given birth to a child is not very valuable, and now you have a small one that has not been weaned, how can you make money when you call Lao Tzu? Is Lao Tzu still losing money to feed you!"

After speaking, he didn't seem to want to give up much about this woman, and said with a pleasant face: "Actually, the child is gone, and you said that even if you come in, you can feed her? Think about what you have given her all this time? You don't even have a mouthful of rice soup, why do you say that you want to take her to suffer in this world? You buried her, that is a relief for her, you think about it!"

The woman was also silent, since the disaster in her hometown, the men of her family could not bear the hunger in the flight, so they ran away alone, she fled with the children all the way to here, and when she was hungry, she could only find wild vegetables to eat everywhere, and sometimes wild vegetables could only eat grass roots if they did not have them.

If someone cooks wild vegetables or the like, they will have a bowl of soup with others, and if they don't have or people don't want to, then they can only chew the wild vegetables and feed him, such things will be spit out by themselves in ordinary people's children, but their hard-working children have been sucking their tongues as if they were babies.

Even so, the child in his hand is still getting thinner and thinner, and it is estimated that he will not be able to hold on.

Thinking of this, the woman couldn't help but cry again, and the child in her hand seemed to feel something, and cried with her mother.

"Have you figured it out?" the trafficker next to him seemed to dislike the crying of the daughter and the child, and urged the woman on the ground.

The woman saw the open mouth of the child in her hand crying, as if the little courage she had accumulated just now disappeared in an instant, shook her head desperately, and let go of the hand that grabbed the trafficker.

When the trafficker saw that the woman was so ignorant, he immediately turned around and left, and the trafficker's voice could still be heard in the distance.

"Hmph, a waste of my time. ”

Seeing that the trafficker left like this, and didn't make a move on him, although he was very angry, it was not the fault of the trafficker, it was the fault of this era, and all the blame could not be placed on the head of the trafficker, which was not fair to others.

And Zhao Ming felt that this trafficker was not bad, and he had his own bottom line, although he tempted the woman to abandon his child, but what he said was not wrong, it was just a little more realistic, but this society is so realistic.

What's more, even if the woman refused his request, he didn't do anything to the woman, let alone force her or trick her in, if it was a bad person, the traffickers probably tricked her into going in and killed the child directly.

Although Zhao Ming was very angry at this phenomenon, he still had reason, and he didn't make a move on the trafficker, just like he did with the previous one.