Manchus and Han people did not intermarry, but they did not say that they could not use Han women as playthings. If that didn't work, you could just spend one or two taels of silver to marry her as a concubine. When you got tired of playing with them, you could give them away or give them to others. Sold.
Most of the Eight Banners disciples in the city have done these things, so it is something they are used to.
As for the fact that women from ordinary families are unwilling to be concubines? Is that up to them?
As noble children of the Eight Banners, it is their honor to be able to "climb" up to them.
When Nisha Jitai and Borzijit Ermi looked at Shumulu Zhesha looking at the storyteller's daughter with a look of lust on his face, how could they not understand what was going on?
It's time, it's time for them to perform again. It’s not like they haven’t done this before anyway.
"Storyteller, who allowed you to set up a stall here?" Nisha Jitai shouted to the storyteller who had packed up his things.
Hearing this, the storyteller froze, knowing that he was in trouble. So he quickly put on a smile and said, "Your Majesty, please forgive me. I got the consent of the government and the Patrol Department, and also paid the tax."
"Did we, the Eight Banners disciples, agree?" Nisha Jitai scolded with a gloomy look on his face.
As soon as he said this, everyone around him knew that Nisha Jitai wanted to cause trouble for the storyteller.
I have never heard of Eight Banners disciples asking stall owners directly to collect stall fees. This is not like setting up stalls all over the city. Even though the city was full, they couldn’t get in.
And even if people from the Eight Banners want money, they have to go to the government and patrol people to ask for money. After all, the stall fees are paid there for settlement, so Nisha Jitai said this just to make trouble. That’s all.
"This is a small mistake. I don't know, Mr. Sir... Oh, how many stalls does the Eight Banners need?" How could the storyteller not understand that they just want to cause trouble for him now, so he kept his posture as low as possible, even if there were No matter how angry I am, I am not prepared to touch them.
As the saying goes: take a step back and open the sky.
Let’s get through the immediate difficulties first.
"Uh..." Nisha Jitai didn't expect the storyteller to be so forbearing, so he suddenly became speechless.
"Two taels of silver." At this moment, Borzigit Ermi, who was standing aside, was heard saying.
The amount of two taels of silver is either too much or too little. Under the Qing Dynasty's policy of thirty-three taels of silver, two taels of silver was enough that many ordinary families could not afford it.
Not to mention a family like the Storytellers who are fleeing disaster? In many cases, even a bag of rice and noodles is enough for them to sell their sons and daughters.
"Okay, there are more than two taels of money here, and the extra money should be treated as a small person's filial piety to the Eight Banners." Hearing this, although the storyteller was heartbroken, he still offered the rewards from the newly gathered audience. Money and silver.
Although the copper plate was very messy, there were still a few small pieces of silver in it that Liu Qi rewarded. Even at a glance, you can tell that this place definitely exceeds two taels of silver.
"This..." This time it was Borzigit Ermi's turn to be speechless.
Seeing that this family was fleeing disaster, he never thought that they could still have a huge sum of money, two taels of silver, and it seemed that they had just earned it.
Now Borzigit Ermi is either accepting or not accepting, and the atmosphere is a bit awkward.
Although they are from the Eight Banners and can be arrogant and unreasonable to the Han people, they must not be shameless, otherwise others will not know how to laugh at them in the future.
Borzigit Ermi looked at Nisha Jitai and then at Shumulu Zhesha, feeling a bit in a dilemma.
Well, since everyone else has done this, let’s have some face!
Shumulu Zhesha glanced at the two of them with some displeasure, but still said nothing, as if he was considering whether to bring these two things out to play in the future.
At this time, Nisha Jitai looked down and said, "It seems like you just earned this money. You didn't even pay for the stall fee. Naturally, this money can't be counted as yours. You need to take out another two taels." This matter will not be over until the money comes out.”
Seeing Nisha Jitai being so shameless, Borzigit
Ermi had no choice but to echo: "Yes, if you come up with another two taels of silver, this matter will be over."
Looking at the faces of the two of them, some young and energetic people in the crowd couldn't help but cursed: "Aren't these two beasts trying to push my family to death? What the hell."
"Who is it? Which pig is talking? If you have the ability, stand up." After hearing this, Nisha Jitai, who had a sharp ear, immediately started yelling at the onlookers.
However, the crowd was silent at this time, as if they were just standing there numbly watching.
Nisha Jitai glanced around with his eyes, and even Liu Qi who was beside him didn't bother to pay attention, and returned to the storyteller.
"Young Master, Young Master... I don't know where I have offended the young masters. It's not easy to ask the young masters to pity our family. Just let us go like this! My family really can't afford this money. I beg you." ...." The storyteller begged and shouted to the three of them, and even knelt down to Shumulu Zhesha, who had been silent until now, to pray.
The old woman holding the doll, the woman begging for a reward, and the girl holding the pipa all put down their things and came to Shumulu Zhesha. They knelt there and begged like a storyteller. Only the little boy of about ten years old seemed to be frightened by the scene in front of him, and just stayed there quietly.
Shumulu Zhesha was enjoying this feeling of being "superior" in his heart at this time, and then he said to Nisha Jitai and Borzigit Ermi very hypocritically: "I see them Home is not easy either, so why not just let this matter go?"
As if receiving some signal, Nisha Jitai immediately rejected Shumulu Zhesha in a strong tone and said: "Sir, according to the reason, you have spoken, and we must abide by it. I also want to pity their family, but the Eight Banners stall We can't refuse the money just because we pity their family. If we start this way, everyone will cry out for poverty in the future, so don't we have to pay it all? If other Eight Banner disciples find out about this, why don't you chop me alive with a knife?"
"We all know that the young master is kind-hearted, but what Nisha Jitai said is right. This is the currency of the Eight Banners, and it is not something we can avoid if we want. I think he might as well find someone to borrow some money to settle the matter. Really." Borzigit Ermi also quickly echoed.
"Okay!" Shumulu Zhesha said with a "helpless" look.
"As you can see, there is nothing I can do, but rules are rules. See if you can find someone to borrow money to pay for the stall fee!" Shumulu Zhesha said to the Storyteller family with an apologetic look on his face.
