My son sleeps lightly

There was an unpleasant smell in the narrow compartment.

Xiao Chong looked at a little boy beside him, there was a big scalded blister on his arm.

Just now when they were rubbing against each other, the blisters burst. The boy let out a scream, and the guard who was sitting beside him twisted his thigh, and immediately shut up.

That disgusting smell came from the transparent sticky liquid that flowed from his arm.

Xiao Chong didn't know him. The people in this slave cart were all resold from different slave traders. They would be pulled to the vegetable market immediately, and they would be selected by rich families and nobles like livestock.

Boys like them who are less than ten years old actually sell well—although young slaves are strong and able to work, most of them are not well-raised and can easily escape.

Xiao Chong lowered his head tightly, he was almost fainted by the smell.

There was really no way, he tore off a piece of cloth from his already tattered clothes, and handed it to the people around him.

The little boy didn't dare to speak, he shrugged his shoulders to express his gratitude, then carefully raised his arm, put the cloth on the side of his wound, and gently rubbed the pus.

Seeing his trouble, Xiao Chong grabbed his arm and helped him.

The guard raised one eyelid, glanced at the two of them, smacked his lips, closed his eyes again without speaking—he hadn't gotten enough sleep from gambling last night.

The speed of the carriage was getting slower and slower, and Xiao Chong also knew that the destination was coming soon.

He heard from the old slave who was locked with him at that time that the slave trade in Luobei City was the most developed, so every slave trader would send his top-notch goods here.

Yes, they are not people, they are goods.

It was just dawn, and the vegetable market was bustling with people.

Seeing that the guard didn't respond, Xiao Chong peeked through the crack between the two doors, and saw some tall and strong men following the slave car, with thick ropes wrapped in their hands, and various patterns tattooed on their sturdy arms. .

"All boys in this car?" asked a shaved man in a hoarse voice.

"Yes," someone next to him replied, "the little girls are in the front one."

"Is there anything delicate-looking? I'll get one to be my daughter-in-law."

"As a daughter-in-law, you are not afraid that your old mother will drive you out of the house." The man was about to laugh at him for a while, when he was suddenly attracted by something else, "Hey, is that Chang's car?"

The strong men gasped excitedly, and one of them said, "This time we can make a lot of money!"

"I heard that the master of the Chang family killed two more young slaves. I'm afraid I will have to pick two more today."

"Two are not enough for him," the bald man coughed twice, pointing to the slave cart, "this cart..."

Xiao Chong's eyes were facing him, he was startled, and quickly retreated to his seat.

Before the fear in his heart was calmed down, the carriage stopped.

The guard finally opened his eyes and shouted, "Get out of here."

The rear-facing door was pulled open with a "swish", and the boys in the car shrank back.

A thick hand pulled the little boy sitting by the door, and pulled him down with all his strength. His head hit the roof of the car and made a heavy sound, but he just grunted.

The bald man wrapped the thick rope around his wrist, tied it in a knot, and did so in turn.

When he came to the injured boy, the bald head nodded at the wound on his arm, "Go up and cover it yourself later."

The boy nodded, and he knew that if he couldn't be sold because of this injury, he would be sent back to the slave trader, experience another beating, and then be sold to a more isolated town.

Xiao Chong followed the boy. Although his head was lowered, his eyes rolled around and he glanced at the surrounding environment from the corner of his eye.

Luobei City is indeed a bustling place. There are everything sold in this vegetable market, and accents from all over the world explode in my ears.

There is a large platform in the middle of the vegetable market, where the government usually reads notices, but this day of every month belongs to slave traders.

The eloquent host stood on it and directed the others to place a few chairs at the front of the stage, which were specially reserved for VIPs.

When everything was ready, the master of the Chang family walked down from his carriage with his round belly.

Xiao Chong and the others were arranged in the wooden fence behind the stage, and were subjected to the final inspection like livestock.

Still the same bald head, he held a small stick the size of a palm in his hand, stuck it into Xiao Chong's widened mouth, poked it to the left, poked it to the right, nodded, and then put the stick into another person's mouth .

Xiao Chong suppressed the desire to vomit, and took a deep breath.

The first batch of girls has been sent to the stage.

Because they are the most eye-catching group, they all wear bright new clothes.

It is said that it is clothes, but it does not block the wind at all. Except for those key parts, most of the skin is exposed.

Whistles rang out from the crowd, and the hosts asked for more and more.

Then there are some young male slaves, whose prices have been more than half of what they were just now.

There were a few that no one wanted, and they were slapped mercilessly by the slave trader as soon as they stepped off the stage, "Useless things."

When Xiao Chong saw their sallow and emaciated appearance, he must have not eaten for a long time. It would be a ghost if they sold them, and it would only lead to an endless loop.

"It's your turn," the bald boy kicked the head boy.

The little boy took the lead, Xiao Chong was at the end, and a group of seven people stood sideways in a row.

Xiao Chong is only nine years old this year, so he can still be the eldest among them.

He looked at the bottom of the stage, that old fat man with blind eyes must be the Master Chang they mentioned just now.

The old slave told Xiao Chong that the best result is to be bought back by a craftsman who needs help, at least he can learn a craft, and he won’t starve to death on the road if he runs away—yes, they all want to run away.

Xiao Chong searched among the people holding bidding cards, and there was a man in short clothes with his eyes narrowed as if he was picking.

His skin is dark and his muscles are strong. It seems that he works by physical strength.

That's him.

Xiao Chong stared at him closely, hoping to let him see himself too.

The little boy standing next to Xiao Chong didn't have time to think about that, and kept leaning sideways to cover the wound on his arm.

"Hey, that," Master Chang pointed his fat finger towards the stage, "the one with fair skin, turn around."

The little boy sighed, could only admit his fate, and stood up straight.

As soon as Master Chang saw that one, he gave a "tsk" sound, with disgust in his eyes, "I want the two next to him, and pack fifty cents."

"Hey!" The host shouted happily.

Xiao Chong desperately rubbed against the side, desperately trying to avoid the pointing of that fat finger.

But the overall situation has been decided.

It was the man who shouted, "That injured one, it's cheaper, can ten cents be enough?"

After hearing his words, the host looked at the injured boy, "Sell it."

After waiting for a while, all the boys in this car had a place to go, and they were dragged off the stage by the bald head.

The bald man grinned, "I have money to buy a wife."

Master Chang's people came over and waited for the bald head to untie the rope and replace the lock with their own.

Xiao Chong looked at the man who was about to take the injured boy away—he was asking about the boy's injury clumsily—and wished he could hit the wall right now and get his head broken.

After paying the money and being locked in someone else's house, Xiao Chong is now Master Chang's man.

He resignedly followed behind the Chang family's waiters, rolling his eyes constantly.

The waiter of Chang's family yawned a lot. His master got up early every month on this day, and he didn't leave behind. These boys were scared by the slave trader long ago, and they didn't dare to run away at all. of.

What's more, he can be regarded as a bit human, and he still feels guilty when he sees these children's eyes.

Master Chang sat in the carriage, his fat hands stretched out from the small window, "Let them come up."

"Yes." The waiter replied, and looked back——

Why is there only one left!

Xiao Chong could clearly feel that the heart in his chest was about to explode, but he couldn't stop a step, and the voice of Chang Jia Ding was still ringing behind him, and he couldn't stop a step.

He just saw that the further south he went, the denser the buildings, and the more people there were, as long as he blended into the crowd, he could succeed.

There is a long street on the south side of Luobei City, with many shops, which are more formal than those stalls in the vegetable market.

The long street is a one-way street, and everyone walks in one direction, even the horses of noble families.

With a long hiss, Xiao Chong looked in horror at the horse's hoof that almost fell on him, and rolled over on the spot. Just as he was about to get up, the worried coachman jumped out of the carriage and grabbed Xiao Chong's arm, " Are you injured?!"

Xiao Chong turned his arm, trying to break free from his grasp, and shouted, "Don't touch me!"

The door of the carriage was pushed open, and a young man in brocade clothes leaned out, "What's the matter?"

Xiao Chong wanted to run away, but the servants of the Chang family had already arrived.

The five of them formed a circle, enclosing Xiao Chong and the coachman.

One of the servants winked, and when he saw the young man in brocade clothes, he cupped his hands, "Second Young Master Ye, this is a new slave my master bought at the vegetable market. He ran away as soon as he got it, and we will take him away right now. Don't bother Er." Don't go shopping."

After hearing this, Ye Lan glanced at the child's hand on the ground, and it turned out that it was locked with Chang's lock.

Ye Lan, the master of the Chang family, also knew that his mind was full of bad thoughts, and he knew how to toss some little boys who couldn't resist, and all the things floating on the moat were his sins.

"I said, since everyone has escaped, you should accumulate some virtue," Ye Lan said lazily, but there was a bit of threat in it. He was bored and flustered today, and meddling is a kind of pastime.

"What Ye Ershao said, this is not forced to buy and sell, our master also paid for it."

Ye Lan wrinkled one eye, whoever raises the dog is really free to do so, can this kind of slave trade be voluntary?

Ye Lan exhaled, turned her neck twice, "Zhang Tao, take out a penny."

The coachman immediately took money out of his sleeve, which was worth a hundred cash.

"I know that your master doesn't want to spend more money to be a prostitute. I wish someone would pay him for it. This is definitely enough." Ye Lan said.

The servant took the money, which is enough for the master to buy four more, the master must have no objection, he nodded and bowed to Ye Lan and was about to leave.

"Wait," Ye Lan called them, and raised his chin at Xiao Chong who hadn't stood up yet, "Unlock the lock on his hand."

The servant quickly followed suit.

Xiao Chong waved his hands away, thinking that the way of heaven is reincarnation, he is still a little lucky, he bowed to his benefactor, turned his head and was about to leave.

Ye Lan looked at him, squinted her eyes, and smiled kindly, "Do you think I'm going to let you go?"

That's not it?

"It cost me a penny, but I still want to run away," Ye Lan raised her eyebrows, "Catch him up for me!"

The coachman Zhang Tao immediately grabbed Xiao Chong by the collar and pulled him onto the shaft of the chariot. His strength was astonishing, and Xiao Chong couldn't break free no matter what.

Ye Lan was sitting in the car, the dim light made his smile even more terrifying.

Xiao Chong never thought that he jumped from the wolf's den to the tiger's mouth so quickly.

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