Qin Emperor Ziying

Chapter 283 Juvenile Prisoner
The 70 people conscripted for the construction of the Lishan Mausoleum were divided into three categories. One was the pawns conscripted around Xianyang, and the other was the general pawns conscripted from farther parts of the world. Both types belonged to the category of corvee service.

The third category is also the one with the largest number of people and the lowest status, that is, the prisoners from all over the country were sent to build the tomb.

According to the laws of Qin, although the first two types of people are in the nature of corvee labor, they are somewhat different from the inhuman hard labor in everyone's impression.

The most notable point is that these people are paid, and part of their wages can be used to deduct meals, so that the government provides meals, and clothes are also provided by the government for free.

The third category of people is much more miserable. They are purely "voluntary workers", and coming to do hard labor is nothing more than atonement.

However, even for the third category of people, the government will provide a ration of meals, and will provide clothes once, without having to pay back.

However, this hard labor who looks like a child should be regarded as a prisoner by the supervisor's treatment of him.

However, what makes Ziying curious is how such a small child can become a prisoner, and the second is from the aspect of clothing.

As I said before, even the prisoner government will provide clothes once, but this child is only covered with a worn-out sackcloth.

It's not clothes at all, it's just a piece of sackcloth with a hole cut and put on the head.

Although the entire sackcloth was long enough, the edges on both sides of the back of the body were already worn out and could not be sewn at all, and it was completely open.

With every movement, you can see the child's whole body, which is almost the same as not wearing clothes.

"What did this kid do wrong, why didn't you give him clothes?" Ziying asked one after another with a cold face.

In Ziying's view, a child of this size should be disciplined even if he made mistakes, and should not be sent to do such dangerous labor as building a mausoleum, and his clothes and rations should not be deducted because of his young age.

Everyone followed Ziying's gaze and immediately discovered who Ziying knew.

After all, the child's body shape is not usually prominent among a large group of adults.

"Chen...Chen...Chen, let's ask why." Seeing Ziying's expression, An replied tremblingly.

It's been a long time since I came under Ziying's command, and An has never seen such a cold tone from Ziying.

In my heart, I have already cursed the supervisor's ancestors for eighteen generations.

"No need, call me the overseer and the child." Ziying replied.

For some bureaucratic styles, Ziying knows very well, and it is more reassuring to ask clearly.

After careful identification, this supervisor An also happened to know that he was a son of his own clan, and it was through his own relationship that he got the supervisor's job.

Immediately shouted angrily: "Shentu! Hurry up and get over here!"

This supervisor named Shentu was originally just a country rogue, but he found this position by relying on his security relationship, and immediately felt a little bit of a leader.

Normally, no one would look at him in the countryside, but which of the many servants here is not talking to himself carefully.

After a long time, Shentu immediately became ecstatic, feeling that he is also a person.

The supervisor Shentu, who was having fun whipping the slaves, was a little annoyed when he heard someone calling his name directly.

Holding the long whip in his hand, he cursed before turning his head around.

"Who doesn't have eyes..."

While cursing, he turned his head, and before he could utter a word, he saw An, Ziying and others with livid faces not far behind him.

Seeing that it was An who scolded him angrily, Shentu's original high-spirited expression immediately froze on his face.

Why can I live so well here, even the other supervisors and my boss are polite to me.

Isn't it just because of my own understanding that the "boss" here will be Shaofuan.

Throwing the long whip in his hand, Shentu ran quickly in front of An, fell to his knees with a plop, and slapped himself on the face before An could ask.

"I have no eyes, I didn't know when the adults came, I was blind!" After speaking, he slapped himself hard. (A little explanation, at this time there is already an adult title, which can be used to address princes and nobles, and more to address one's parents and other elders. Here An is the elder of the same clan of Shentu, and Shentu also called them in order to highlight the relationship between the two. His Excellency.)
Seeing Shentu coming over, An was a little uncomfortable and kicked Shentu hard, and said angrily, "Mr. Chang'an is here, why don't you hurry up and greet him!"

After An said this, Shentu noticed that there was a rather handsome young man standing beside An, who was even half the size of the young man behind An Du.

It turned out to be the legendary Lord Chang'an with a record!
Hearing An's words, Shentu's heart became even colder.

I almost insulted Mr. Chang'an just now, this is something that will lose my head. When Mr. Chang'an is angry, I am afraid that even my biggest reliance on An will not be able to save me.

"Go and bring that child." Ziying ignored Shentu who seemed to be sluggishly on the ground, and ordered.

"I'll go right away, I'll go right away..." Hearing Ziying's words, Shentu came back to his senses, and ran to lead people around.

There was only one child in this gang, and Ziying said it was a child, so Shentu naturally knew who Ziying was referring to.

The former team of servants, seeing the supervisor who was showing off his power in front of him, was horrified like a dog in front of a group of people.

Out of curiosity, he was hiding in a row and pointing at him, but he didn't go far.

After a while, Shentu brought the child over.

Taking a closer look, Ziying confirmed his thoughts just now. This is definitely a child who has not yet grown up.

His thin face was covered with all kinds of dust, and there were streaks of welts oozing blood on his exposed skin.

Just now, Ziying didn't notice it when he turned his face sideways, but now he looked at Ziying squarely and saw the word "斗" tattooed on the side of the child's forehead.

This child is actually a prisoner. Judging from the ink tattooed on his face, he should have committed the punishment of fighting with others.

"Why don't you give him clothes and deduct his rations."

This time, before Ziying could speak, An asked sternly, "Mr. Chang'an is here, you'd better come honestly."

It was obvious at a glance that the child had no clothes, and the deduction of rations was the guess of Ziying and others.

After all, although Qin’s rations for the prisoners were not abundant, it was still possible to fill their stomachs. After all, repairing the mausoleum was hard work, and only when they were full could they have the strength to work.

Not only Ziying, but everyone else thinks the same way.

If it wasn't for Shentu not giving the child a full amount of food, how could the child be so thin and weak when he was not sick.

(End of this chapter)