Although the slave trader was willing to refute, he had to say that Yang Zilu was on the key points and said helplessly: "Two thousand coins, the young master is already the lowest price!"

Yang Zilu turned around and left without saying a word. The slave trader was anxious, but he still gritted his teeth and held on. After a while, Yang Zilu could not even see the shadow. Yang Zilu still didn't say a word. The slave trader could not stand it and shouted, "Okay! Uncle, you won! One thousand five hundred dollars!"

When Yang Zilu heard this, she smiled proudly and said, "Okay! But I'll go get the money, and you know that I can't bring 1,500 yuan with me!"

The slave trader only realized that he had fallen into a trap at this time, but he said everything and there were so many people watching how this slave trader dared to rebel. He could only nod his head sickly, his heart full of regret. He had already insisted on it for a little longer!

Soon Yang Zilu came with her cheap apprentice and smashed dozens of kilograms of coins. The slave trader didn't count it anymore and asked people to say that if the counting was done, the weight would be almost the same. Therefore, the handover speed was very fast, and Yang Zilu had to ask the management to come. The slaves needed to be registered. If they escaped, as long as the master reported to the official, the government must catch them. This is what the ruling class must do to maintain and they have personal interests.

Once a slave in Wei State ran to Wei State. In order to show the dignity of the laws, the king of Wei State did not hesitate to come to exchange for this slave. Therefore, it was not ordinary difficulty for slaves to escape in ancient times.

However, in this way, Yang Zilu lost another fifty dollars, and the fifty dollars had to be paid for the management, which made Yang Zilu curse in her heart.

"Master, why are you buying this guy? You're still sick." Yu Le was quite surprised by the slave Yang Zilu spent 1,500 yuan to buy.

"It's nothing, I just want to buy it!" Yang Zilu scratched her head and gave a reason that was not a reason.

Yu heard it in a daze and thought to himself: Could it be that all the nobles are like this? The words said so profoundly.

"By the way, what's your name?" Yang Zilu asked to the guy who followed Yang Zilu without saying a word.

"Whatever the master likes is what he calls him!" the slave said hoarsely.

"Oh, since you said that, I'll call you a pig or a dog!" Yang Zilu turned around and said seriously.

When the slave heard this, he clenched his fists with his hands and was silent for a while, but in the end he didn't say anything.

Yang Zilu's face suddenly changed and she smiled and said, "I was kidding just now, I can see that you are not an ordinary person."

Although the slave did not speak, Yang Zilu, who was staring at the other party's eyes, caught a hint of surprise from his eyes.

The slave was silent for a while and said, "If the master doesn't dislike him, you can call the villain Kan Hirata!"

Upon hearing this, Yang Zilu nodded and did not continue to ask again. He also saw that the other party was a person with a story. Because he had no agreement with Zheng Datian, Yang Zilu went back by himself. Halfway through the way, he suddenly saw an army coming towards him, two soldiers pulled by four horses leading the way. The soldiers on the chariot were not as worn as soldiers at the city gate, wearing black leather armor, with a cold expression, and white feathers about one foot long were inserted on the bronze helmet. No matter how you look, they were elite troops.

Yang Zilu and Yu hurriedly retreated to the side of the loess road. They saw the people along the way kneeling down and crying and shouting. However, they were a little far away and didn't know what they were shouting.

"Who? The people are so excited?" Yang Zilu poked her head out and looked over in confusion. The army's flagpole was flying in the wind. It was quite clear, but he knew Yang Zilu, but Yang Zilu didn't know him. This is Zhong Dingwen, so where could Yang Zilu know him?

"Master, do you see which doctor is traveling? Is it Doctor Wen?" Yu Le also poked his head out and asked curiously. Doctor Wen in his mouth is Wen Zong. Over the years, he has been ruling the country on behalf of the monarch and has introduced many policies that are conducive to the rest of the people, which are highly regarded by the people.

"Who knows! Don't write traditional Chinese characters!" Yang Zilu said depressedly.

"Yue Hou Xia Goujian!" slave Kan Pingtian said slowly in a hoarse voice.

(Note: I found out that Gou Jian’s surname was Si, but my ancestor was the concubine’s son of Shaokang, the king of Xia State. I found out that Dayu was the Xia Hou clan. However, at that time, most of the country was used as the clan, so I adopted it here as the Xia clan. In addition, men used the clan in the pre-Qin period and women used the clan.)

"Goujian!" Yang Zilu was stunned for a moment, not expecting that he would see Goujian here. But wasn't Goujian the King of Yue? Why did he become a marquis? Then Yang Zilu realized that Fuchai was the King of Wu. Now he had ten courage and dared not call himself the King of Yue. But I wonder if his title was rewarded by Fuchai or the title given by the Zhou Dynasty before?

Yulai heard that it was the king, but he didn't have as many thoughts as Yang Zilu, so he knelt down hurriedly. Seeing that Yang Zilu had not yet moved, he hurriedly pulled down Yang Zilu's pants and said, "Master, kneel down quickly, otherwise you will suffer!"

Yang Zilu shook her head. He didn't have the habit of kneeling down. There was gold under a man's knees. Even if he had seen President Yang Zilu in later generations, he would not kneel down. Besides, he was confident that Goujian would not kill him.

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"Huh? Fan Li, look, why is there someone standing by the roadside? Could it be that Gu's prestige has reached the point where the Chinese people don't respect him?" Gou Jian asked with a rather silly expression.

(In the Spring and Autumn Period, all the names were called directly in front of the monarch.)

Fan Li looked at Goujian's career and saw that there was a civilian wearing linen standing. When he saw Goujian and others staring at him, he bowed. But he had no intention of kneeling down at all.

Two soldiers rushed out of the team, pointed at Yang Zilu in their hands, shouting, "Who! He doesn't kneel down when he sees the king! A little commoner dares to be disrespectful!"

"The respect of the king depends on tolerance outside and cruel inside?" Yang Zilu kept her face and shouted sternly.

Hearing this, the two soldiers shouted, "Bold!" They walked up, ready to force Yang Zilu to kneel down.

ps: Chapter 3 is here, I strongly ask for recommendation votes! The one who chased me later was very nervous. In addition, the fourth chapter is probably updated around 10 o'clock in the evening.

The treacherous hero Goujian and the black-bellied uncle Fan Li appeared!
Chapter completed!