The first free king of Tang Dynasty

Chapter 21 Slave

Tang Sufan, who looked around twice, stood at the door and thought hard. Looking at the structure of the dilapidated restaurant, he carefully planned how to open the restaurant.

Bar counter, um, put it here~

lighting area, stage area~
Then pole dancing, uh, forget it, this is Datang, it’s indecent~

Tang Sufan's face was almost tangled into a bitter gourd. After all, no matter how good the idea was, many problems could not be realized due to technical problems, such as lighting and music~
It seems that the idea of ​​opening a special tavern by myself is still too naive~

Forget it, let’s take one step at a time, do the basics first, and then go back and draw drawings to ponder.

"By the way, Liu Xiao, where can I recruit workers?"

After all, the most important thing right now, of course, is to have someone to do the work.

"Mr. Tang, if you want to recruit some long-term handymen for the tavern, how about going to the West Market to buy some slaves?"

slave? !
Tang Sufan frowned. It was true that slaves could be bought and sold legally in the Tang Dynasty. Although he didn't like it very much, he couldn't help it. This is the current social environment.

The trading of slaves has been on the rise since the Xia Dynasty. Slaves not only had extremely low social status, but also had no personal freedom at all. They were the free property of slave owners and could be gifted, traded, beaten, scolded, or even killed at will.

Moreover, the current slave trade is protected by the imperial court and has a related legal system.

It is recorded in "Laws of the Tang Dynasty: Other Laws": Buying slaves, maidservants, horses, cattle, camels, mules, and donkeys has already passed the price... After the bond is issued, those with old illnesses will regret it within three days, and those who are not ill and deceived will follow the law.

Slaves are nothing more than commodities in human form in this year.

Tang Sufan suddenly had complicated thoughts, and his brows gradually flattened: "Okay, let's go to the West Market and buy some nimble slaves and come back."

So the two of them rode in a carriage from the East City to the West City.

Only this time, Tang Sufan didn't pull Liaobu away from the carriage and put on a flirty pose.

Tang Sufan lay down in the carriage bored, with his face propped on his palms, not knowing what he was thinking.

In the shaking and shaking, a little drowsiness gradually came.

........................

"Herod~!"

The war horse pulling the cart neighed, and Liu Xiao called out to Tang Sufan inside.

"Young Master Tang, we can only stay here. If we want to choose slaves, we need to go in."

When the carriage stopped, Tang Sufan, who was shaking so much that his face was propped up, lost his sleepiness and quickly climbed out of the carriage.

Tang Sufan stared at the place where the tooth shop traded slaves. He had already arrived in the West Market, and he had a simple Fang Market in his heart.

"Let's go Liu Xiao, go in and have a look..."

Liu Xiao walked in slowly behind Tang Sufan who was dressed in a white brocade robe.

At this time, a discerning steward hurriedly brought two servants over to greet him.

The manager looked like a typical fat shopkeeper in the TV in his previous life. He took a look at Tang Sufan's clothes, and there was a guard with a hulking back and a fierce face behind him, and he knew in his heart that this young man might be a big customer.

Hastily walked over, nodded and bowed to Tang Sufan and said, "Master, how many slaves do you want to buy?"

Tang Sufan nodded indifferently.

"I don't know if the young master wants a slave or a servant?"

Tang Sufan thought for a while, and said, "Take me to have a look first, I will choose which ones I like."

So the steward rolled his eyes, not knowing what he was thinking, stretched out his hand, and saluted Tang Sufan: "That's all right, my lord."

Tang Sufan looked around, his pretty brows suddenly frowned.

Although it has been more than half a year since he traveled to Zhenguan of the Tang Dynasty, it is also the first time he has come to this kind of place where slaves are traded.

This square street is full of slaves and slave traders.

Most of the slaves were ragged and had empty eyes.

Some were tied up with ropes, and some were even locked up in cages.

In this season of approaching the beginning of winter, the weather has already cooled down. They curled up, wrapped tightly in the only covering they had, ignoring the eyes of others looking at them, trying in vain to find a little self-consolation under this cold fate the warmth.

This time, Tang Sufan once again felt the cruelty and exploitation of the naked class hierarchy in modern and ancient times.

Last time, when he woke up in the snow, it was the middle of winter, and the snow was full of hungry people and refugees...

But this time, it made Tang Sufan understand more deeply, the empty and numb eyes, the bodies that looked like walking corpses, and an uncontrollable numbness all over Tang Sufan's hands and feet.

Although most people will know and understand it in history textbooks, they also think they have some understanding of the appearance of ancient times in their hearts.

But there are some things that have not been experienced seriously, and will never be understood.

Only when you really see and experience all of this, can you discover how profound and thought-provoking all this is.

Before he traveled through time, he also thought that the costume drama that was filmed back then would be somewhat in line with the real ancient times.

Only when he really came here did he realize that the so-called glamorous romance and lofty sentiments are really rare, but the dark black and white at the bottom of society is the main theme of this year, and it is also the most unforgettable.

Tang Sufan frowned, and walked slowly through the streets of this slave trade.

It seems that the purpose of coming to buy a few workers to work in the first place has been forgotten, but with an indifferent face, frowning, scanning all this.

After a while, Liu Xiao saw that he only looked at but didn't choose, so he reminded him: "Young Master Tang, don't you have your fancy?"

Liu Xiao was originally born in this year, and he has long been accustomed to these things in his heart.

Tang Sufan was startled suddenly by Liu Xiao's reminder, and after realizing it, he smiled wryly in his heart, why is he being pitiful here?
Am I capable of changing anything?Do I have that fate to change anything?

Even if he is a so-called 'time traveler', he is only a 'time traveler'.

In this imperial power society, does he still need a traverser to overthrow the imperial power?Reform society?This is not writing a cool article, do you want to fart?

He is also human, and he is still a boy who can't even keep up with the 50 years old old Shuan Shuan.

He would die if he was hit with a knife, and he would die if he took some poison. Moreover, he couldn't bear the so-called huge ideal of saving the world in his heart.

In this life, I can only...do what I can do...

Tang Sufan glanced at it, and his heart was influenced by the excellent thinking of giving priority to the old, the weak, the sick and the disabled in his previous life. The first thing he looked at was the old, or women and children.

In his scanning eyes, suddenly an old man attracted Tang Sufan's attention.

In a corner, curled up a skinny old man in gray linen sackcloth.

This old man gave him a very familiar feeling, but if he really knew him, he really couldn't remember it.

He was hunched over, unkempt, and had a strangely shaped left foot, which seemed to be crippled.

After Tang Sufan took two steps, he smelled a strange smell, which seemed to be the smell of not washing his body for a long time.

The man seemed to have finally realized that someone was approaching, and a pair of timid and cloudy eyes looked out from the white hair like weeds.

His wrinkled and dirt-covered face was full of vicissitudes and hopelessness, his dry lips occasionally coughed violently, and his body trembled violently...

(End of this chapter)