After the divorce, King Zhan cried and begged me to remarry

Chapter 19 Voluntary Prostitution
The slave market was bustling with people. The slaves were tied with chains and kneeling on the ground. The surroundings were filled with the sound of whipping, curses, and cries for mercy.

The air didn't smell very good, with a strong smell of blood and decay.

Chu Nanli twisted two delicate willow-leaf eyebrows, looking at the surrounding environment.

Seeing her extraordinary bearing, a steward with a whip in his hand hurriedly came over to entertain her.

"Girl, do you want to buy a slave or do you want to have fun?"

Before coming, Chu Nanli had already learned about the general situation of this slave market.

The so-called fun is that some powerful people often come here to spend money to beat slaves. As long as they don't beat people to death or maim them, they can have fun as they like.

The slaves used for this purpose are the lowest-ranking people in the slave market. Some are sold at different levels and their status becomes lower and lower. Some are sent in because they have offended people who should not be offended, and so on.

Chu Nanli's tone was a little light: "Buy slaves."

The steward is a person who knows how to read, and seeing that Chu Nanli didn't want to say much, he knew that she was not interested in that dark and dirty way of playing. Although he felt a little regretful that he couldn't make a lot of money, he didn't show it on the surface.

"What do you want? I can introduce it to you."

"Be obedient and smart."

Chu Nanli said two words indifferently, then walked in: "I'll go and take a look myself."

"okay."

The manager responded, but he didn't leave, and followed her without stopping.

"Girl, I see that you have extraordinary magnanimity. Ordinary slaves are not worthy of serving you. We, the highest-class slave, have studied in a private school and have a clean family background. We all come here voluntarily because our families are poor and have nowhere to make a living, just to have a life." I hope I can meet a big shot and stand out again."

When Chu Nanli heard this, she became a little interested. To be precise, she was surprised.

"Voluntarily sell yourself?"

When the steward saw this, he said happily: "Yes, the girl must have come back here to buy slaves for the first time, right?"

Chu Nanli didn't hide anything and nodded.

"That's no wonder." The steward said: "Ours is the largest slave market in the capital. Naturally, many dignitaries come here to pick people. The slaves range in age from a few years to dozens of years old, and they can do any kind of work. The dignitaries If you come to pick someone in person, you will pick this kind of person, or you can use it directly and take advantage of it..."

He used words to describe tools, gave Chu Nanli a "you know" look, and then said: "Either, it can be cultivated by your side and become a confidant. This is why so many people are willing to take the initiative to come here. The reason for becoming a slave is to make a bet. If the bet succeeds, you will become a prosperous person from then on. If the bet fails, then you will be beaten and scolded by others, which is worse than a pig or a dog."

Obviously, he has seen this situation many times here.

After hearing this, Chu Nanli felt a little bit embarrassed, but she had to say that it was not something that ordinary people could do.

"Girl." The steward looked at her expression and inquired: "Would you like to go and see, these high-ranking slaves are easy to handle."

Chu Nanli really wanted to find someone smart and able to help her with things, not an ordinary maid. When she heard this, she nodded.

But at this moment, a crisp and decisive voice came from the side.

"Girl, can you buy me?"

Chu Nanli was slightly surprised, stopped and turned to look.

Among the group of slaves kneeling on the ground, a woman raised her head and looked directly at her. Although her hair was messy and her face was scarred, her back was straight and there was no timidity on her face.

The steward didn't expect that Cheng Yaojin would come out halfway to compete with him for business, and the other party was a slave.

When he saw the word "prison" on his clothes, the steward's expression became even more sinister. He raised his whip and threw it away.

The woman didn't hide, she was whipped hard, she grunted in pain, and her face turned a lot whiter.

"It's none of your business! Official slaves like you who have their houses confiscated are the third-class pickles." The steward cursed, with a very disdainful expression: "Even if the family was once superior, so what? Someone in the family committed a beheading. You have to sit with me. You haven’t been sent to the Goulan Courtyard so far, so you should be content.”

The woman's hands bound by the chains were clenched tightly, and the backs of her hands were bulging with blue veins, but she looked at Chu Nanli again, and said, "Please buy me... slave girl, slave girl has learned from the master since she was a child, and can read and write... ..."

"How can you, a lowly maid, have the place to speak!"

The steward's face was full of displeasure, and he raised his whip again and threw it at the woman's face.

A look of unwillingness and humiliation flashed in the woman's eyes, but her figure remained unchanged.

The whip was caught mid-air.

The woman breathed a sigh of relief and looked at Chu Nanli, knowing that she had made the right bet.

The steward looked astonished, and after realizing it, he hurriedly asked with concern: "Girl, your hand..."

"No problem."

After finishing speaking, he let go of the whip in his hand and said, "Let her continue talking."

These words were meant to warn him not to cause trouble.

The steward's face was stern. Although he was angry at this official slave who didn't know the bounds of heaven and earth, he didn't dare to interfere with it anymore.

(End of this chapter)