Royal Road - Chapter 355

[Chapter 354]

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“Music > Text”. Please forgive me

“Xiaofeng, you are a good boy, you didn’t embarrass the Liang family…”

The tone was trembling, painful, and heartbreaking.

A turbid teardrop rolled down and clacked onto the old man’s feet.

“Old man…” Liang Feng only felt that his heart was cramping, he wanted to rush up, knelt at the old man’s feet, and slapped himself hard.

He wanted to cry aloud, to stop the bleak scene of the white-haired man sending the black-haired man.

Does he regret it?

Regret rushed up at that critical moment and blocked 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 one more person… It might be rolling in his heart, biting his internal organs and making him unbearable.

However, he knew that if he was given another chance, he would rush up.

Desperate for life, forgetting to die.

Because that’s his job, those people, are his life-and-death companions.

He has no regrets.

He is just, not reconciled!

There was a sudden panting from the throat, and Liang Feng opened his eyes.

“Lang Jun! You’re finally awake!”

A whimper came from his ear, Liang Feng slowly turned his head, and saw a crying little girl with red eyes kneeling beside him.

That is green bamboo.

He was still on the bullock cart, in this strange world…

“Lang Jun! You suddenly had a fever last night, and the servant thought you couldn’t wake up! Woohoo~ Let’s go back and find a doctor… …” Lvzhu was terrified, and cried out of nowhere.

For a whole night, she couldn’t close her eyes, so she guarded her husband, constantly wiping sweat and delivering medicine for him.

How many times, she thought she couldn’t save Lang Jun, but unexpectedly, he could open his eyes again.

Looking at the little girl’s crying swollen eyes, Liang Feng moved his lips tiredly: “Use wine, wipe it, forehead, armpit… Luzhu, don’t cry, don’t cry…”

A twelve- or thirteen-year-old girl should have been spoiled by her family and kept in her boudoir.

Instead of this, kneeling in a simple ox cart, staying up all night, crying with red and swollen eyes, desperately serving the master who is about to die of illness.

He is not the head of the Liang family who is used to fine clothes and jade food.

He can’t see this.

Under Liang Feng’s soft command, the spirits prepared for Fu San quickly took out and smeared on him.

Of course, those alcohol levels are not as high as those of later generations, and they can barely play a role. Most of them are cold water towels that are constantly changed.

Liang Feng did not let the ox cart stop just like that, or find another town to settle down.

He had to rush back to the Liang Mansion. Only when he returned there would there be an imperial doctor sent by Wang Wen, and it would be possible to give his wreckage hope of surviving.

The bullock cart squeaked forward, bumping endlessly.

Liang Feng was wrapped in a soft quilt, and his mind was not clear.

Sometimes the past appeared before him, and sometimes it was the anxious face of Green Bamboo.

The two worlds were intertwined, but he did not tear them apart.

He has no nostalgia for this strange world, no expectation, and no sense of reality.

Just like a traveler who made a mistake, he was confused and didn’t care for the slightest bit.

The road ahead is long, and it seems that it will never end.

Suddenly, the bullock cart trembled slightly and stopped.

A voice came to my ear.

“Lord, there is a team of transport slaves blocking the road ahead.” The

bamboo curtain was picked up, and Liang Feng raised his eyes and looked outside.

I saw a group of people standing in the middle of the road, a dozen young men squatting or kneeling, being scolded by the officers and soldiers guarding them.

Sticks and whips slammed into the face, making the gray figures even more embarrassed.

Among the group, only one young man stood upright facing the officers and soldiers.

The huge wooden shackles were placed on the shoulders, which could bend the spine of anyone, but the man did not retreat half a step. He stood upright in front of the officers and soldiers holding the whips, as if protecting his companions behind him.

Just a glance, something in Liang Feng’s heart seemed to be touched.

He opened his mouth and asked, “Who is this?”

“It should be Jienu.” A Liang, who has a lot of experience, immediately replied, “General Ningbei is selling Jienu recently, and it is estimated that he has just caught it.”

“As long as you catch it, you can buy and sell at will?” Liang Feng frowned.

It is impossible for any court to allow people to buy and sell in this way. Isn’t this forcing people to rebel?

Ah Liang answered as a matter of course: “In the past two years, there has been a great famine in Bingzhou, and many places have suffered disasters. Those Jie slaves are strong and poor, and of course they have to sell them to big households. Otherwise, wouldn’t it be bad?”

This is simply a logical dead end.

Liang Feng sneered at the corners of his mouth: “Then go and buy them back.”

This actually has nothing to do with him, but the education he received since childhood made Liang Feng unable to accept the trade of people with peace of mind.

Especially when he was locked in this broken body, he couldn’t help but watch other people locked in wooden shackles, imprisoned and enslaved unwillingly.

Hearing this, A Liang was a little stunned, 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 bastard slaves! The general gave you a life because of his kindness. Don’t be ashamed!” Sun Shichang was furious at the moment, and he whipped the whip in his hand furiously.

He had already made several trips to Wuxiang, and he didn’t know how many Jienu he brought back.

There’s never been a beater like this kid.

If it weren’t for a few strings of rewards, he would definitely kill this bastard.

The whip slapped the flailed young man in the face, and made a dark red mark on his left cheek.

The pair of gray-blue eyes of the other party seemed to be on fire, giving birth to rage and killing intent.

Sun Shi was so excited that he pulled out his waist knife with his backhand.

“Yiyan! Don’t be arrogant, I’m fine…” Someone behind him whispered, pulling the young man’s hem, but the young man didn’t mean to back down, instead he tightened his back, trying to fit and pounce.

Seeing that the two of them were about to fight with real swords, a voice suddenly came from a distance: “This soldier, are you going to lock Jienu back to sell it? I wonder if you can sell it to my master.”

Sun Shichang was stunned for a moment, and he ignored the little brat in front of him. He turned his head and saw a short, stocky man walking over with a smile on his face.

Behind him were three bullock carts and many servants, who seemed to be a big family.

Unexpectedly, I met a buyer halfway through. Sun Shi rolled his eyes and immediately said

in a big way: “These slaves are going to be sold to Jinyang, how can they be sold to you casually?”

room for negotiation.

A Liang immediately said: “Since it’s all business, why waste the rations going back and forth? My husband really wants to buy a few Jie slaves to go home, can you

please make it convenient…”

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Seeing this smiling steward, Sun Shichang thought to himself.

Shangfeng just ordered them to take people. More and less depends on luck, and there is no fixed limit.

If you bring it back to the county, a Jie slave will only reward two small coins, but if you buy and sell privately, even if the money is divided equally among a team of brothers, it will not be too small.

Thinking of this, a smile finally appeared on his face: “This is the most sturdy man, and he sells it to the county town, and the asking price is at least 5,000 yuan!”

Aliang licked the flower child: “It’s time, Jie slave. How can there be such a price. I have a look at the party, and one only costs 2,000 yuan.”

“That price is sold to a high-level clan, what are your identities?” Sun Shichang glanced at the team behind him. At first glance, these bullock carts are all simple, and they don’t look like a caravan of nobles.

The author has something to say: This year is 311 AD, the fifth year of Yongjia in the original history.

It was this year that the city of Luoyang was destroyed, 100,000 Jin troops were slaughtered, more than 30,000 princes, officials and people died, and even the emperor Jin Huai became a prisoner of the Xiongnu.

Clothes go to the south, and the Western Jin Dynasty exists in name only.

History is known as the Yongjia Rebellion.

The country name “Zhao” has also been used by some people.

Originally it was Liu Yao, and later it was Shi Le, known as the former Zhao and the latter Zhao in history.

However, now, the Eastern Jin Dynasty appeared six years earlier, and Liu Yao and Shi Le have also become a thing of the past.

“Two Jin and Zhao unified”, doesn’t it sound very smooth?

The Zhao family is Liang Feng’s self-deprecating self-deprecation, but an online innuendo.

From “The True Story of Ah Q” “Where do you deserve the surname Zhao” =

Received a lot of nutrients.

happy!

Knead the little angels>3