Rebirth Of A Noble Daughter: The Marquis Manor’s Abandoned Wife

"This ox cart is more than a few hours slower than a horse cart. The Red Shopkeeper will send us a cart, and I will accept it, but we don't have a coachman. A-niang can't drive a cart, and neither can I."

A Duo Niang nodded her head again and again, what about the matter of accepting a carriage from someone else?

There is a carriage in their family now, and it will be repaid after receiving a carriage, but if a house is taken in, she is afraid of returning it.

"So we are going to buy a driver, and we need to find a job, because I can't be too busy."

Adonang nodded again.

"So Aniang..." Shen Qingci stood up, and brought the bowl to the kitchen.

"Let's go buy people."

And what Shen Qing said from her words seemed to be a reason for Adonang to refuse.

This is all right.

Even if she wanted to say a no-word, she might not even be able to convince herself, let alone someone else.

Another day, Shen Qingci took a moment to go out to buy people.

She knew that place, and she had also heard from Ami that if someone couldn't survive, they would sell their children and daughters there. Of course, some people would sell themselves.

If there are rich people in this world, there will be poor people, and no matter where they are, this kind of business is indispensable.

Otherwise, where did those servants come from?

When it was time, Shen Qingci knew that the place where people were sold in Daliang was called the horse farm. He called himself a horse dealer and regarded people as horses. It could even be said that people are inferior to horses.

"This girl, do you want to buy a horse?"

A horse dealer greeted him on the initiative, and when he secretly observed what Shen Qingci was wearing, he knew that she was here to buy someone.

"I want a coachman."

Shen Qingci stopped, "Anyone who knows how to drive a carriage, and also wants to buy a little girl, between ten and twelve, not the older one."

"Please wait a minute."

Naturally, there were many people like this in his hand. Before long, he pulled out a bunch of people, and their feet were tied tightly by iron edges.

One by one, the clothes he was wearing were torn and thin, and some of them had blood stains and a sour smell, which made Shen Qingci extremely unbearable.

She stepped back a few steps, and she was also looking at this row of people.

There are men, women and children, as well as sizes.

There are also three or four-year-old children, as well as old people who are dying. It is recorded that these children and old people are the most difficult to sell. Here, they will be shamed in all kinds of things, but if they are sold away, they are afraid Because of their bodies, if they go to a new home today, they may be dead tomorrow.

The lives of these people are worthless.

Of course, life and death are also in the hands of the master.

Shen Qingci knew from the Great Liang History that the slaves here have always been regarded as inappropriate for adults. These people bought are the personal belongings of the master, just like cows and horses.

You can buy and sell again, or you can beat and scold at will, or even kill.

It can really be said that once a horse is a lifelong slave.

This is the Great Liang, and it is also the most unfair Great Liang between the nobles and civilians.

Her gaze moved up again, and finally landed on the man who was at the bottom of the line, who had always been a tall chest. This man was so tall that he was just standing there, his eyes were parallel, and he might have found Shen Qing. With Ci's gaze, he raised his face and glanced at Shen Qingci. There was no half of the brilliance in his eyes, like a pool of stagnant water.