"Is it the eighth year of the apocalypse or the ninth year of the apocalypse? I don't remember very well."
Zhang's understanding is quite high, and he imitates Huang Yi every word when answering.
Huang Yi, who understood, was confused. It turned out that he had come to the Ming Dynasty! But this is wrong!
The carpenter emperor of the Tianqi Dynasty was quite famous, and the nine-thousand-year-old Wei Zhongxian may have become a household name.
He clearly remembered that the Qing Dynasty only lasted seven years, so where did the eight or nine years come from?
Could it be that history has changed and this Ming Dynasty is not the Ming Dynasty in history?
"Come on, come on, sit down next to me!" Huang Yi said, taking a piece of roast mutton and handing it to Zhang.
Zhang didn't answer and looked at Hedanbaat'er.
Hedanbaat'er said something, and Mrs. Zhang took it and bent down to salute.
"Why do you want to look at him?" Huang Yi asked confused.
"He is the master of this slave!"
"Master?" Huang Yi was silent. The feudal dynasty was hierarchical, and there were indeed many large and small masters, young masters, masters, and bosses.
After a while, Huang Yi asked again and again: "What did he just tell you?"
"Master said that from now on this slave will serve you and obey your orders. There is no need to do the same work as before."
Huang Yi suddenly found it interesting and joked: "Have I become your new master?"
"Yes!"
"Ah? Did Hedan Buter give you to me?"
"Yes!"
Nima! It is really an evil old society! You can also give people as gifts.
"I am your master now, right?"
"right!"
"You must obey my orders, right?"
"right!"
"Then sit next to me and eat the piece of mutton given to you!"
Mrs. Zhang didn't speak any more, she sat down obediently, took the piece of mutton and took small bites.
Huang Yi has already seen that Hedanbaat'er, a small and not wealthy tribe, is also hierarchical. At least more than half of the people always lower their heads and are submissive. Those people don't have a share in eating meat and dancing around the campfire.
"Have you always lived here?"
"no."
"Oh! Where are you from and how did you end up here?"
"This slave is from Liaoyang. She was caught during the desertion and was later sold to the grassland."
"It turns out that Hedan Bartel bought you!"
"No, we were sold three times and robbed once."
"You guys? Who else besides you?"
"Now there are only slaves and slaves' sons left." When saying this, a look of pain flashed across Mrs. Zhang's face.
"There is your son here, how old is he?"
"Thirteen!"
Boys at this age are extremely malleable. Huang Yi was very happy and said:
"Okay! Okay! That's really good. Can he ride a horse?"
“You’ve had to run for your life since you were a child, how can you not know how to ride a horse?”
"Your family is actually able to escape on horseback. They must not be ordinary people in Liaoyang!"
"The servant's husband's family tried hundreds of households to become officials and was actually awarded the general flag. At that time, there were dozens of soldiers."
Seeing that Zhang's eyes were wet, Huang Yi didn't want to arouse her sadness anymore, so he interrupted: "This shows that you can also ride a horse!"
Mrs. Zhang nodded and said nothing.
"Go and call your son and let me take a look."
"Slave, slave..." Mrs. Zhang hesitated and looked at Hedanbaat'er.
"Hedan Bartel, I want someone who can understand me to teach and practice horse riding with me. Her son is very suitable. Do you understand?" Huang Yi said while making horseback riding movements.
Hedanbaat'er didn't understand. He was not stupid and immediately looked at Zhang with questioning eyes.
Mrs. Zhang carefully explained what Huang Yi meant.
Hedanbaatar laughed and waved.
Mrs. Zhang hurriedly ran outside. A few minutes later, a thin and dirty half-grown boy knelt in front of Huang Yi.
Somehow, everyone he saw here felt dirty to Huang Yi.
Huang Yi asked the boy to stand up.
Ms. Zhang said that the child was probably 13 years old, and he was not short, almost 1.6 meters tall. He was just too thin, and his eyes looked very big, clearly distinguishable from the squinty eyes of Mongolians.
"What's your name?" Huang Yi asked.
"They all call me 'Yi He Lu Deng', which to us Han people means big eyes. My mother calls me Da Lang."
"You can follow me from now on! I am also a Han and will keep you fed and clothed. Are you willing?"
"I'm willing, but..." The young man's big eyes looked at Hedan Battle.
Of course Huang Yi knew who had the final say on this matter. He immediately pointed at Zhang Da and said to Hedan Battelle: "You are a good man and will do it to the end. Can you give this child to me too?"
This time there was no need for Zhang's translation. Hedanbaat'er immediately understood. He laughed loudly and then said something to Zhang Da. The big-eyed boy knelt down and kowtowed to recognize his new master again.
This episode does not affect the herdsmen and soldiers reveling around the bonfire.
Next, Hedanbaatar stole the show when he took out a transparent plastic bottle filled with boiling water and showed it to the bulky men in the tribe. Those men felt as if they had seen a treasure.
Then I saw a dozen men whispering and looking towards Huang Yi. When their eyes met Huang Yi, they all nodded with smiles on their faces.
Karitu failed to see the leader showing off his "treasure" and was drunk. This was because Huang Yi was not being polite, so he also offered a big bowl of wine to Karitu.
This man had drank a lot, and Huang Yijing's bowl of wine became the straw that broke the camel's back.
That night, Huang Yi received a yurt basically equipped with daily necessities, and two slaves, one male and one female.
Hedanbaat'er was a stubborn man and put all the seizures in Huang Yi's yurt.
No, no, not all, the three war horses could not enter the yurt, so they were led into the horse farm surrounded by wooden barriers, and were served by "Big Eyes".
There are a lot of trophies in the yurt. Huang Yi wonders why he keeps these things?
He pointed at Mrs. Zhang and said: "Pack it away, pack it away, and throw away the useless ones. By the way, there should be some dried mutton there. You can take some for your son to eat."
Mrs. Zhang was stunned and asked cautiously: "Can you really give it to Dalang?"
Forehead! What Dalang? It sounds awful. Huang Yi reflexively thought of "Da Lang, take medicine."
"I think it's time to give the child a serious name. What do you think about calling it Zhang Dayong?"
Mrs. Zhang knelt down again and said, "I thank you, Master, for giving me the name. It's just, it's just..."
Why is there still just?
"If you have something to say, just say it, don't hesitate!"
"Master, Da Lang will no longer be named Zhang from now on."
"Why?"
"The elder man should take the old man's surname, call him 'father', and call his wife 'mother'."
Forehead! The Ming Dynasty seems to be like this. Huang Yi not only loves to read the history of the Ming Dynasty and Ming Dynasty works, but also read San Yan Liang Pai and "The Scholars".
Therefore, knowing that the laws of the Ming Dynasty did not allow slavery, the landlords, wealthy officials and nobles adopted flexibility.
In theory, slaves in the family are godsons, goddaughters, and godgrandsons, and concubines are actually slaves, and they can be bought and sold in the same way...
