The fat-toothed man was a little embarrassed. He glanced at Miao Rong and carefully stretched out four fingers?

"Forty Wen?" Quan Yong's eyes lit up, feeling that this was more appropriate.

"It's four hundred coins." Miao Rong whispered at this time.

"Grab the money." Quan Yong quickly shook his head and said no more.

Brushing, Miao Rong's face turned red and she bit her lip.

"So expensive?" Zhao Yurui also didn't expect that girls are more expensive than boys.

"Miao Rong is literate, can be a prostitute, and can also learn how to wash and cook." Miao Rong said at this time, and then thought about it after finishing speaking: "Miao Rong can also do simple arithmetic."

Because I saw Zhou Lai counting on his fingers before.

The fat-toothed man immediately said: "She is a girl from a government official's family. She came to sell herself because of her family's financial difficulties, so the price is a bit high."

Quan Yong looked at it again, and he must still like it very much, but the price was expensive, so he finally shook his head: "It's too expensive, cousin, forget it."

Zhao Yurui didn't want to disappoint his cousin, so he said: "Three hundred and fifty coins, if you are willing, you can come with us."

The fat-toothed man looked at Miaorong, and Miaorong looked up at Zhao Yurui and hesitated: "If---one lottery per year, that's okay."

She actually only wanted to sign for one year first.

This little girl has a lot of ideas. Zhao Yurui didn’t hesitate and nodded immediately: "Okay."

Quan Yong was overjoyed: "Thank you cousin, thank you cousin."

Thanks to your sister, it seems like she is yours? Zhao Yurui shook his head speechlessly.

Now Zhao Yurui signed Yan Miaorong in front of Yaren, and the contract was only for one year.

After leaving Fat Yaman, Zhao Yurui followed another Yaman to the other side.

Just like before, I selected six first, and then asked them to play Quan Yong.

I don’t know if someone tipped off the information, but this time six people went up together, and when they were asked to stab them with knives, they all went to grab the knife.

Zhao Yurui found it boring. They probably colluded with each other and selected a few that looked more fierce.

Then he changed places and picked ten people in front and back.

Just when he was about to go to another place, a Xinya man came up beside him.

This man looks young, in his early thirties, wearing green clothes, and has a gloomy face.

Just as he was about to get closer, Niu Bao reached out to block him: "What are you doing?"

Zhou Lai put one hand on the knife at his waist.

The Song Dynasty was quite casual. People could bring any weapons on the streets, including bows and arrows, except that they were not allowed to carry crossbows or armor.

Later generations said that a weak Song Dynasty was a weak Song Dynasty. In fact, the people of the Song Dynasty respected martial arts, and many scholars could carry a sword when they traveled far away.

The person who was trading with Zhao Yurui immediately whispered to Zhao Yurui: "This is the big tooth merchant 'Little Kaifeng' in Lin'an City."

Those who can be called dental dealers are obviously relatively big in this industry.

This person also has a nickname, called Xiao Kaifeng. I don’t know what it means, but he sounds tall and distinguished.

"Let him come over." Zhao Yurui nodded.

"As a young Kaifeng, I have seen a small official." The young man's smiling face was not friendly at all, but full of anger.

"Say." Zhao Yurui said one word calmly, "Don't talk nonsense, let it go as soon as possible."

Little Kaifeng lowered his head and listened: "The junior officials seem to be brave and fierce. There are quite a few of them. Are you interested in going and taking a look?"

This is the black market of the Southern Song Dynasty.

The Southern Song Dynasty strictly cracked down on black market human transactions, because contracts signed on the black market often violated the laws of the Song Dynasty and human nature.

At that time, Jin, Xia, and Meng were all slaves, so many on the black market were shipped from there, and of course there were also local ones. If you receive these at home and use them as slaves, you don't dare to have any objections. Life and death are in the hands of the master.

And there is no demographic information.

Zhou glanced at Zhao Yurui and wanted to remind him that this was a black market transaction, but Zhao Yurui said: "You can't be too old?"

"There are both big and small. If a small official wants to see a small one, then he should look at the small one."

"Let's go and have a look."

This time they left West Lake and followed Xiao Kaifeng, turning left and right, and soon came to an alley. Not long after walking, they saw a few green-skinned gangsters, all armed with weapons, guarding the intersection.

"Master Liu." Several people called Xiao Kaifeng.

"You are a blind bitch who hasn't even met a small official yet." Little Kaifeng cursed.

Several people hurriedly paid their respects to Zhao Yurui.

While Xiao Kaifeng was talking, he glanced at Zhao Yurui and his party from the corner of his eye.

Quan Yong has already returned to the palace with the young men signed by Xihu. Now only Zhou Lai and Niu Bao are following him. Zhao Yurui is a little impressed at how calm and calm Zhao Yurui is when he sees so many people holding weapons.
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Xiao Kaifeng took Zhao Yurui to a courtyard, opened the door and walked in, and saw many people in the courtyard.

There were dozens of men and women, some chatting in small groups, some lying on the ground looking at the sky, some running around as if exercising, and some practicing martial arts.

At first glance, they were all men and women between the ages of ten and seventeen or eighteen. Most of them were in ragged clothes, with sallow complexions and thin bodies. The few were strong and strong. They were probably all recently captured as slaves.

Seeing Xiao Kaifeng and the others coming in, everyone stood up one after another. Everyone looked at Zhao Yurui first, because they all knew that the person who wanted to buy them was coming.

"Some official is here. Call everyone in the room and the backyard." Xiao Kaifeng said sharply.

Immediately, some of my subordinates ran back. After a while, people came from behind, and there were more and more people.

In the blink of an eye, there were almost a hundred people standing in front of Zhao Yurui.

Zhou Lai's face changed slightly and he lowered his head to Zhao Yurui: "They all seem to be from the north of the Yellow River."

Yes, there are many Han people from the north, Xixia people, Jin people, and even Mongolians here, all of whom are slaves transported from the north.

"How are you, little officials? Do you have any that you like? They are all good at fighting, obedient, and not too old." When little Kaifeng said this, a sharp look flashed in his eyes, and he almost said that they are all good at fighting.

Stab.

Zhao Yurui sneered: "The key is to be able to beat the disobedient ones, and I can train them to be obedient."

Xiao Kaifeng's eyes lit up and he couldn't help but take a slight breath of air.

He did not hesitate and immediately waved his hand: "If you want to follow the petty officials and have a good time, come forward twenty people."

Swish swish, people in the crowd stood up one after another.

Someone brought a chair from behind and came to the corridor behind Zhao Yurui with a charming smile: "Young official, sit here."

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Zhao Yurui glanced at it, took a few steps back, and sat on the corridor. Zhou Lai and Niu Bao stood behind him.

Little Kaifeng also stood beside him.

Someone in front went to clear the place, pushing some people aside to clear a space. Soon, twenty teenagers were standing at the front, and others were driven into the corridor and rooms one after another.

These twenty teenagers come from all countries, the youngest is only twelve or thirteen years old, and the oldest is estimated to be seventeen or eighteen years old.

Little Kaifeng looked gloomy and waved his hand.

Dang dang dang, a large number of daggers and daggers were thrown to the ground.

"Each person picks a handful, according to their height, the big one versus the big one, the small one versus the small one, one on one. The one who survives will follow the little official." Little Kaifeng said coldly.

Human life is so worthless here, Zhou Lai and Niu Bao both changed their expressions slightly.

Zhao Yurui's face remained the same, but actually she felt a little weak inside.

This damn feudal society.

Is he sympathetic?

Does sympathy work?

Even if you become emperor, you may not be able to change these things.

This was still the case when the Song Dynasty severely cracked down on the black market.

Some powerful businessmen, like Xiao Kaifeng, transported the slaves obtained from the warring countries to the Southern Song Dynasty at low prices and sold them, ignoring the laws of the Song Dynasty.

Thinking again about the late Yuan Dynasty and the late Ming Dynasty, human life was really worth less than grass, even worse than a dog.

Just when he was deep in thought, screams broke out in the field, and people were already fighting one by one.

The winner was decided almost instantly, and only seven people were left standing in the end.

Little Kaifeng didn't even blink. He waved his hand and started the next batch.

After two brutal rounds, a total of thirteen winners were decided.

Little Kaifeng wants to call again.

"That's enough." Zhao and Ruihuo stood up. There was no other way. Their legs were a little weak just now, but now they are used to it.

He suppressed the nausea in his heart and always reminded himself to get used to it, because when Meng Yuan comes in, it may be even worse than now.

"What's the price?" he asked Xiao Kaifeng loudly.

Little Kaifeng stretched out his finger: "Fifty guan each, only silver or copper coins are accepted."

After a pause, he added: "Give me fifty guan."

"So expensive?" Niu Bao exclaimed.

Little Kaifeng smiled grimly: "They can kill people." After that, he looked at the dead and injured on the ground, which meant that these losses must also be included.

Then he added: "They don't need wages and will follow their masters all their lives, as long as they have enough to eat."

"Give me money." Zhao Yurui did not hesitate.
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