"When it comes to ancient Chinese proficiency, I am indeed not qualified to question your ancient Chinese proficiency, but obviously you don't understand the law either. [No pop-up novel website]" Ji Xin said calmly, "To be honest, before checking the book, I really Unexpectedly, the "Great Ming Law", which represents the interests of the reactionary landlord class, is not completely one-sided in favor of good people and discrimination against slaves. Compared to good people, slaves are 'inferior people', not 'objects', let alone dogs. A horse. To the master, a slave is not entirely an 'item'. If a master kills a slave for no reason, he will be punished with a rod of sixty for one year. Although it is only a one-year sentence, it is still criminal responsibility after all. A person obviously will not He was sentenced for smashing his own TV set. Objectively speaking, the slaves of the Ming Dynasty still enjoyed a little bit of human rights than you think."
"Are you sure you really have read "The Law of the Ming Dynasty"?" Cheng Yongxin had already regained his composure and said pretending to be indifferent.
Ji Xin smiled slightly and did not answer her words: "As for the killings of those elders in Sanya, their actions were government actions, not personal murders. If this also requires hanging electric poles, the courts, police stations, military, etc. People from powerful government agencies have to hang power poles - of course, maybe many people in Hong Kong and Taiwan do think so.
"Let's go back to the Yang Jihong case. According to the modern legal concept of the arbitral tribunal, unintentional homicide is generally not sentenced to death. According to the Ming Dynasty law, the sentence is to pay for life - whether a slave beats a slave or a good citizen beats another slave, it is all hanging. .So I think it’s better not to refer to the Ming Law.”
After saying that, he stood up and dusted off his clothes: "If you have nothing to do, I will leave first. Thank you for the black tea."
"Pa", as Ji Xin walked away, the sound of a teacup breaking came from the exquisite little courtyard.
Today is Sun Shangxiang's first day as an intern at Lingao Times. She got up early and took care of all the household chores at home.
These days, because Cheng Yongxin is out most of the time, he only comes back to sleep at night. There is no need to cook, and the workload of cleaning and washing is reduced. He only told her to go out more often after doing housework every day, and to have sex with maids from other families to "make friends". Sun Shangxiang was happy and relaxed, wandering around the veteran dormitory area, the farm tea house and other places where maids often go, and got to know many maids.
"It's time to say goodbye to such leisurely days." Sun Shangxiang imitated Cheng Yuanlao's sentence patterns and said to himself in the mirror.
Sun Shangxiang in the life-size mirror is wearing an improved version of Hanfu, which was designed by her owner herself. Sun Shangxiang has very skillful hands. She systematically learned modern cutting and sewing techniques in the maid school, and can make clothes based on the renderings very concretely. come out.
The modified Hanfu she is wearing is based on the basic style of a chest-high Confucian skirt with half arms. The so-called improvements refer to some changes made in accordance with the concept of modern clothing, including reducing cuffs, shortening skirts, and making clothing more slim-fitting. As for the effect of wearing it on the body, it will never be ugly for a young girl like a life secretary to wear it, not to mention that the satin fabrics used to make these clothes are all selected from the trophy warehouse or specially sent from Hangzhou Station for the use of the office. High-end products.
Sun Shangxiang likes this dress very much, especially the material used - although she can barely be regarded as the daughter of an official family, Jiaodong has always been poor, and her father is a low-level official, so the daily wear of the female family members is basically the same. It is a coarse cloth woven by local farmers. Even clothes made of Songjiang fine cloth are rare, let alone various kinds of silks and satins. The "red dress" my mother always wanted to wear for the main wife was only made of cheap Shandong cocoon silk that was dyed thickly. She had to put it away quickly after taking it out to wear during the holidays.
It's just that she is still not used to her exposed calves wearing knee-high socks outside the hem of her skirt. No matter what the elders say, she feels it is too "". Of course, she didn't dare to say this, because some of her young lady Cheng Yuanlao's skirts were much shorter than hers. As for my "liberated feet" that have been tied up and exposed outside the skirt, they are particularly ugly: Originally, women in the boudoir were supposed to keep their feet uncovered, but now not only do they have to be exposed, but they can't wear three-inch bow shoes, and a pair of buckled black cloth shoes are Her deformed feet that were bound and then released were fully exposed.
"What elders are, they are just a bunch of barbarians." Sun Shangxiang blurted out unknowingly as he looked at his ugly feet and calves exposed under his "shameless" short skirt.
Immediately, she was frightened by herself. Are you seeking death? How did you blurt out this idea?
Even though she knew she was the only one in the room, she still glanced around with a guilty conscience. The room was quiet, the sun shone in from the open window, the room was bright, and the curtains moved slightly in the breeze - it was quiet.
Sun Shangxiang touched his chest and let out a guilty breath.
She touched her bun and headdress: there were two bows tied with ribbons on the two maids. The bangs are also neatly combed. She took out a delicate wallet from the thick cotton satchel she was carrying across her body - something Chief Cheng had given her recently. She checked the contents of her wallet: the teahouse's supplementary consumer card, Delong Senior Credit Card supplementary card, a few hundred yuan in circulation coupons, her ID card, special pass... and a business card of Cheng Yongxin. This kind of business card is not the business card that was randomly distributed all over the place in the old days, but something similar to the name cards used by the gentry of the Ming Dynasty.
After checking all this, Sun Shangxiang went out: she would buy something for herself today according to the chief's instructions. Prepare yourself to be an "apprentice" to that yellow-haired old woman.
Speaking of which, if it weren't for the chief's order, she wouldn't want to learn anything from this old lady. She had a strong and strange fragrance that even the chief found objectionable, and she spoke in an unusually loud voice, always with an exaggerated expression on her face, and waving her arms from time to time. It's so weird and weird.
She usually watched with a cold eye, knowing that although the master valued this woman very much, he frequently ate, drank tea and chatted with her, and sometimes even stayed with her overnight. He speaks politely to her, even affectionately at times, but he doesn't really like her.
Speaking of apprenticeship, she would rather be an apprentice to Chief Ji who came to visit yesterday. Although he was poorly dressed, he had an elegant appearance and an upright temperament. He spoke in an orderly manner and had the appearance of a scholar. This was the first time that Sun Shangxiang saw someone being able to speak to her always sharp-tongued master, who was so angry that he even broke a fine porcelain teacup - although she didn't understand what they were talking about. .
Activities in the elders' dormitory area started at dawn. At this time, most of the maids had already gone out to do shopping. There were only a few maids walking in the open space downstairs with their children in their arms. The oldest of these second-generation people is already toddling, and the younger ones can only drool as they look at this new world.
Some maids still stick to the old habits, wearing cotton aprons, putting their children in rattan carriages, and sitting by themselves picking vegetables and peeling beans.
Sun Shangxiang despised this kind of behavior. Although her family was not well-off when she was at home, and the women at home sometimes had to show their faces, it was absolutely impossible for her to wander the streets with her children or even do housework.
Miss Cheng is right: most of the chiefs and maids are from lower-class backgrounds and do not understand the etiquette and enjoyment of wealthy people. Although they were extremely wealthy, they could not afford a mansion. They lived in a birdcage-like building, and each family's place was much smaller than the home of her family, a hereditary military attache.
The place Sun Shangxiang is going to today is Cooperative Shop No. 43. This is one of a series of special stores set up by the General Office for seniors: the No. 43 store of the Yuan Lao Yuan Cooperative Headquarters in Dongmen City specializes in daily necessities; the fresh food store located at the Nanhai Experimental Farm It supplies grain, vegetables, fruits, poultry eggs, meat and aquatic products; the general office located in the farm teahouse supplies various processed and non-staple foods; seafood are supplied by seafood processing factory stores according to orders.
These special stores are for consumption using credit cards specially issued by Delong Bank for veterans. In order to facilitate the shopping of the maid who is in charge of the household, a limited-limit supplementary card with the signature of the elder is specially issued.
Sun Shangxiang left the dormitory area and took a public carriage to Dongmen City. The streets in the morning were already bustling with people: workers going to work everywhere poured in and out of the streets. Every shop in Dongmen City has opened for business. What opened earlier than the shops were the breakfast vendors with business licenses. The aroma of various foods mixed with the steam from the boiling pot filled the air.
Even on a street like Dongmen City, where naturalized residents are the main body, Sun Shangxiang's clothing is very eye-catching. Many eyes were immediately cast on her. Mixed with all kinds of envy, jealousy and hatred. Both the naturalized people and the natives knew that apart from the promising female students in Fangcaodi, the only ones who could wear these clothes were the maids serving around the senators.
Sun Shangxiang was secretly proud and deliberately slowed down her pace to fully enjoy the feeling of being noticed - although she knew in her heart that attracting attention by "dressing up in strange clothes and showing off" would be suspected of "attracting bees and butterflies" and was not the behavior of a pure and quiet lady. Behavior, I still feel that it is very useful.
She left the main road and entered a side road. There are far fewer people here. When we reached the end of the branch road, there were very few people. At one end of the branch road, there stood a small shop with only one room. Although the facade is small, it is a three-story building. There is only an inconspicuous sign hanging on the facade, which reads Cooperative Supply Department No. 43. The house number here is also No. 43.
There was a bamboo curtain hanging on the facade to block the sun. Looking from the street, nothing could be seen. When Sun Shangxiang opened the bamboo curtain, he walked in.
