Royal Road

Still too naive. After driving the bullock cart for more than half a day, Liang Feng realized that going home was not as easy as he thought. Vehicles in this era do not have a shock absorption system, and due to years of war and chaos, the official roads have fallen into disrepair for years, and they are pitted. Walking on it is just like riding a bouncing cart. An ox cart is much more stable than a horse cart, and people with broken internal organs will burst out of the cavity.

After finishing the affairs of Yaji and Li Mansion, Liang Feng's spirit was a little lax, and once the strong tenacity dissipated, the sickness swept through. Coupled with fatigue and severe motion sickness, he developed a fever in the middle of the night, and the fever did not go away.

In the groggy, Liang Feng dreamed that he was driving a jeep and carrying a few hairs wandering on Chang'an Avenue; he dreamed that the instructor yelled loudly, went out for morning exercises, and shot a shot in the middle of the ten ring; dreamed that he was arrested for the first time. The suspect, the violent heartbeat; dreamed of the rows of feasting and feasting on the back beach, and those girls with fashionable makeup and clever smiles.

All kinds of dreams reverberated in his mind, as if he was lost in the corridor of memory, pushing open the door after door, looking back at his life after a thousand years of distance. The picture kept flashing, and finally, it fell into a mourning hall. A gray-haired old man was standing in front of the coffin of Ling Ling. His back was straight, but his head was hanging low, as if there was some unbearable weight, overwhelming the old man who would never give up.

He stood in front of the coffin so stiffly, stroking the cold surface of the coffin with his big rough hands, and a very low and low voice echoed in the room.

"Xiaofeng, you are a good boy, you didn't shame the Liang family..."

The tone was trembling, with pain, and with heartbreaking pride. A drop of turbid tears rolled down, and dropped to the old man's feet with a click.

"Old man..." Liang Feng only felt that his heart was cramping. He wanted to rush up, kneel at the old man's feet, and slap himself severely. He wanted to cry loudly, to stop the bleak scene of the white-haired man sending the black-haired man.

Does he regret it? Regret for rushing up at that critical moment and blocking the bomb. If he could find out a second in advance, if he had the opportunity to draw a gun and shoot, if he knew earlier that there was another person...Thousands of them might be rolling in his heart, biting his internal organs, making him very painful. However, he knew that if he was given another chance, he would rush forward. Fearlessly, give up life and forget about death. Because that is his duty, and those people are his companions in life and death.

He does not regret it. He is just not reconciled!

There was a sudden pant in the throat, and Liang Feng opened his eyes.

"Langjun! You finally woke up!"

A whimper came from his ear, Liang Feng turned his head slowly, and saw a crying little girl with red eyes kneeling beside her. That is green bamboo. He is still in the bullock cart, in this strange world...

"Langjun! You suddenly had a fever last night, and the servant girl thought you couldn't wake up anymore! Oh, let's go back, go back to find a medical worker..." Luzhu was terrified, and cried with no words. .

All night, she failed to close her eyes, just guarding her husband like this, constantly wiping his sweat and delivering medicine. How many times, she thought she couldn't save Lang Jun, but unexpectedly, he could open his eyes again.

Looking at the little maid’s crying eyes, Liang Feng moved his lips tiredly: "Use wine, wipe it, forehead, armpit...green bamboo, don’t cry, don’t cry..."

A twelve or thirteen-year-old girl should have been spoiled by her family and raised in a deep boudoir. Instead of this, kneeling in a simple ox cart, staying up all night, crying with red and swollen eyes, desperately serving his dying master. He is not the head of the Liang family who is accustomed to good food and clothing. He can't see this.

Under Liang Feng's soft instructions, the spirits prepared for Fusan were quickly taken out and smeared on him. Of course, those alcoholic liquors are not as good as later generations of high-grade liquors, and they can barely have some effects, and more are the cold water towels that are constantly changing. Liang Feng didn't let the bullock cart just stop like this, or find another town to settle in. He must rush back to Liang's Mansion. Only when he gets back there will there be an imperial doctor sent by Wang Wen, and it will be possible for him to have the hope of surviving this broken body.

The bullock cart creaked and moved forward, bumpy. Liang Feng was wrapped in a soft brocade, his mind was not clear. From time to time, the past appeared before his eyes, and from time to time the anxious face of Green Bamboo. The two worlds were completely entangled together, but he did not tear them apart. He has no attachment to this strange world, no expectations, and no sense of reality. Just like a traveler who rushed in by mistake, he was muddled and unconcerned.

The road ahead is long, and it seems that there will never be an end. Suddenly, the ox cart trembled slightly and stopped. A voice appeared in the ear.

"Lord, there is a slavery team in front of you in the road."

The bamboo curtain was picked up, and Liang Feng raised his eyes to look outside. I saw a group of people standing in the middle of the road, a dozen young and strong men squatting or kneeling, being scolded by the officers and soldiers guarding them. The clubs and whips smashed their heads and covered their faces, making the gray figures even more embarrassed. Among this group of people, only one young man stood straight facing the officers and soldiers. A huge wooden yoke was draped on his shoulders and could bend anyone's spine, but the man did not retreat half a step. He stood upright in front of the officers and soldiers holding the whip, seeming to protect the companion behind him.

Just a glance, something seemed to be touched in Liang Feng's heart. He asked, "Who is this?"

"It should be Jinu." A Liang has rich experience and immediately replied, "General Ningbei is selling Jinu recently. It is estimated that he has just been caught."

"As long as you catch it, you can buy and sell at will?" Liang Feng frowned. It is impossible for any imperial court to allow people to buy and sell like this. Isn't this forcing people to rebel?

A Liang replied naturally: "In the past two years, there has been a great famine in the state, and many places have been affected. Those Jinuu who are strong and poor have no food to eat. Of course, they have to be sold to large households. Otherwise, why not make trouble?"

This is simply a logical knot. Liang Feng teased the corners of his mouth: "Then go and buy them back."

This has nothing to do with him, but the education he has received since childhood has prevented Liang Feng from accepting the population trade with ease. Especially when he was locked in this wrecked body, he couldn't help watching other people locked in a wooden yoke, unwilling to be imprisoned and enslaved.

Hearing this, A Liang was quite startled, but Liang Feng had already put down the bamboo curtain. Helplessly scratching his hair, A Liang walked towards the team of officers and soldiers.

"You sons of bitches! The general only gave you a way out of kindness, don't be shameless!" Sun Shichang was furious at this moment, violently whip the whip in his hand. He has traveled to Wuxiang several times, and he doesn't know how many Jinus he brought back. There has never been a beating like this kid. If it weren't for a few strings of rewards, he would have to kill this **** who didn't know how high he was.

The leather whip snapped on the face of the flailing young man, making a dark red mark on his left cheek. The opponent's gray-blue eyes seemed to burn, giving rise to fury and killing intent. Sun Shi was so excited, he pulled out his waist knife with his backhand, he didn't believe it anymore, and he couldn't accept this **** slave!

"Yi Yan! Don't try hard, I'm okay..." a person behind him whispered, pulling the hem of the young man's clothes, but the young man didn't mean to shrink, but tightened his back, trying to fit himself. Seeing that the two of them were about to do their work with real swords and guns, a voice suddenly came from a distance: "Soldier, are you going to sell Jinuu back to sell it? I wonder if it can be sold to my family's master."

Sun Shichang froze for a moment, regardless of the little boy in front of him, turned his head, and saw a short and stout man walking over with a smile on his face. Behind him are three bullock carts and many servants. It looks like a big family. Unexpectedly, he ran into the buyer halfway, and Sun Shi rolled his eyes and said in a big tone: "These Jie Nus are going to be sold to Jinyang, so how can they be sold to you casually?"

Being able to say this means that there is still room for negotiation. A Liang immediately said: "Since it's all business, why waste the rations back and forth? My family boss really wants to buy a few Jinuu to call home, Jun Ye, can you make it convenient..."

Don't hit the smiley people even when you reach out. Seeing this smiling steward, Sun Shi thought to himself. Shangfeng only ordered them to take people, and they were lucky to take more and less, and there was no fixed limit. If you bring it back to the county town, a Jinuo won't be rewarded with two small sums of money, but if you buy and sell by yourself, even if the money is evenly divided among a team of brothers, it will not be too small.

Thinking of this, his face finally showed a smile: "This is the strongest man. It costs at least 5,000 yuan to be sold to the county town!"

A Liang sneered at the tooth flower child: "It's this time, there is no such price for Jie Nu. I like the party, and one is only two thousand dollars."

"The price is sold to the high-ranking family, what is your identity?" Sun Shichang glanced at the rear team. These bullock carts are simple and ok, and they don't look like a nobleman's team.

"My landlord is Tinghou!" A Liang's face sank, and it is okay to make him humble, but insulting his landlord will never be tolerated!

Unexpectedly, there was a title, Sun Shichang immediately felt a lot of emptiness. He can't tell the difference in the titles of these high-ranking officials. He only knows this kind of people. It's best not to offend them.

After thinking about it, Sun Shichang finally said loosely: "A total of eleven people, even 10,000 yuan. But now that there is no deed, I can only give you a token and go back to the county town to reissue it."

A Liang frowned. The price was okay, but it was a bit troublesome without a physical bond. After hesitating, he went back to the bullock cart and asked in a low voice: "Lord, it costs ten thousand yuan in total, but The deed must be reissued in the county town."

Eleven large living people are about the price of three doses of Hanshisan. Liang Feng snorted, in this world, human life is much cheaper than luxury goods. Although the money he brought out was not much, in order to smooth out the "drug theft" case, the Li Mansion specially stuffed 10,000 yuan into Yansheng's house to use it to buy people. Nodded, he said, "Come on."

After receiving the order from the Patriarch, Aliang didn't talk nonsense, and picked out ten thousand dollars and gave it to Sun Shichang. This was completely a windfall. Captain Sun burst into bloom with a smile. He hurriedly took the money, took out a wooden sign from his arms, and handed it to Aliang: "You can make up for the contract with the county government. Sun County Cheng is good."

Sun Xiancheng is his cousin, as long as he gets through the joints, it is easy to get a few contracts. It is precisely because of this that he dared to sell people courageously.

Aliangzi carefully checked the wooden sign before nodding, "I will take these Ji Nuo."

"It's easy to talk about, and Musong is also sent to you. It's best to wait until you go back to pick it. These Ji Nuo haven't been trained, they are very presumptuous, so as not to hurt the nobles." Sun Shichang shouted at the soldiers behind him, " What are you doing in a daze? Take people over!"

Just like delivering some goods, the group of big soldiers pulled and pulled, pushing a few Jieren to the side of the convoy. Sun Shichang saluted the bullock cart with his subordinates and walked away.

They were resold before they arrived in the county town, and those Jie people were a little nervous on their faces. Aliang ignored them and went back to the car to report: "Lord, everyone has bought it back."

A corner of the bamboo curtain was lifted, and a tired voice came: "Go Mu Shao, get them something to eat."

Aliang was stunned for a moment, now remove the wooden shackles? Still have to give food? However, he did not dare to refute the order given by the lord. He bowed and turned around and said with full anger: "The lord is kind-hearted, he bought you, and ordered to go to the sling. Don’t know what is good or bad, peace. Divide a bit, after arriving at Liang's Mansion, you will have your own bite to eat!"

This group of people had gone hungry for a day, and now they heard that there was food to eat, and they didn't need to bring the yoke anymore, and immediately became agitated. This is a great good thing. Now that the famine is so severe, it is better to be a slave to a noble family than to starve to death in the deserted suburbs. There are a few clever people who have already leaned to A Liang's side, wanting to curry favor with this future boss.

A limping man pulled at the young man standing beside him stupidly, and said excitedly: "Yi Yan, we can be saved this time!"

The man did not answer his words, staring straight at the ox cart with the bamboo curtain down, and said absently. After a while, he found that the bamboo curtain did not mean to open again, so he silently retracted his gaze.