"This ox cart is not only a few hours slower than a carriage. Manager Hong will give us a carriage, but I took it away, but we don't have a carriage. My mother can't drive the carriage, and I can't."

A Duo Niang nodded repeatedly, and she would not be worried about the matter of collecting someone’s carriage?

Their family now has a carriage. It is better to pay it back after collecting a carriage, but if she buys a house, she is afraid that she will pay it back if there is no one.

"So we have to buy a coachman and find someone to do work, because I'm too busy."

A Duo Niang nodded again.

"So my mother..." Shen Qingci stood up and brought the bowl to the kitchen.

"Let's go buy people."

And what Shen Qingci mentioned seemed to be the reason why A Duo Niang refused.

Everything that says is the truth.

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

Another day, Shen Qingci took a while and prepared to go out to buy someone.

She knew that place and heard Amei say that if someone can't survive, she will sell her children there, and of course there are also those who sell themselves.

There are rich people in this world, and there will be poor people. No matter where they are, such transactions are indispensable.

Otherwise, where did those servants come from?

When it arrived, Shen Qingci realized that the place where Daliang sells people was called a horse farm, and he called himself a horse vendor, but regarded people as horses. It can even be said that people are not as good as horses.

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

A horse dealer came up with him and secretly observed what Shen Qingci was wearing, and knew that she was here to buy someone.

"I want a coachman."

Shen Qingci stopped, "I can drive a carriage, and I also want to buy a little girl, between ten or twelve, don't want the big ones."

"Please wait a moment."

Naturally, he had many such people in his hands. Soon after, he pulled out a bunch of people, whose feet were tied up with iron edges.

One after another, the clothes they were wearing were torn and thin, and some could see a lot of blood marks and a sour smell on their bodies, which made Shen Qingci feel extremely unbearable.

She took a few steps back and was also looking at the row of people.

There are both men, women, young and old, and there are also sizes.

There are also three or four-year-old children, and there are also old and twilight old people. However, these children and the elderly are the most difficult to sell. Here, they will suffer various shames, but if they are sold away, they may have gone to a new home today with their bodies. They may die tomorrow.

The lives of these people are worthless.

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

Shen Qingci knew from the history of Daliang that slaves were always not considered to be human. The people bought were the owner’s personal belongings, just like cows and horses.

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

It can really be said that one day is a horse, one's life is a slave.

This is Daliang, and it is also the most unfair Daliang between the nobles and the common people of Daliang.
Chapter completed!