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There is nothing special about Dong Ming, but Dong Laosan looks at Dong Ming in his eyes and thinks of the children on the mountain.
As Dong Ming said to Li Luoyang, this is a group of refugees, not mobs. They are forced to make a living. So far, they still haven't given up their last hope. Adults take care of half the children as much as possible. As for the elderly, they couldn't escape at the beginning, and there are few women and babies.
So at this time, the largest number of teenagers left in this "cottage" is still teenagers. Among the more than 100 people, the number of people at this age level is as high as 35, that is, more than 30%. This proportion is obviously abnormal. It is the result of the efforts of these refugees in dongjiatun. They are not scholars, and they are unlikely to have heard of "Young China theory". They just follow the biological instinct and try to let the teenagers surnamed Dong survive as much as possible, so that the whole dongjiatun can have hope.
Dong Laosan is the leader of this group of refugees. He still has some eyesight. Xiao Hui and Li Luoyang's clothes and expression are by no means ordinary mud legs or green forest giants. In particular, Xiao Hui's eyes are full of condescending taste. At first glance, he is a person who has been more than official. Dong Laosan can see it at a glance, The reason why he didn't dare to explain was that he was completely worried that he would act according to the rules after the other party's identity was found out.
According to the laws and regulations of the Wu and Zhou dynasties, those who migrated without authorization were tattooed and exiled for three thousand miles.
So when Dong Laosan opened his mouth, he begged for mercy, not his own life, but the lives of more than 30 children like Dong Ming in dongjiatun.
"Boring!"
When Li Luoyang slowly put his head on his jaw and asked Dong Laosan to gather all the people, Xiao Hui was very disappointed. He's not a murderous man, but he just fought with the strong man and suddenly aroused his idea of relaxing his muscles and bones. You know, the martial arts practitioner learned something but couldn't find an object to show it. It's like walking in royal clothes at night. He feels very oppressed.
"These are all of you?"
Almost one-third of the 100 people with ragged and colorful faces are minors. They look similar to Dong Ming and have some spirit. On the contrary, they are adults. They are more and more beautiful and have no God in their eyes. Even some people don't lift their heads, as if they don't care about their fate.
"If you go back to the young master, it's just these people." old Dong San is a better adult. He smiles with his dirty face, and flattery to Li Luoyang flows from his yellow eyes.
"Xiao Hui, what do you say?" Li Luoyang shook his head. At first, he expected to meet a group of real mountain bandits, but after seeing the battle between Xiao Hui and the strong man, he realized that he was wishful thinking. If there were a group of mountain bandits who killed people without blinking, it was estimated that he and Xiao Hui didn't even have enough teeth. Fortunately, he met the sheep in dongjiatun, I don't know how they survived under the tusks of hungry wolves after walking thousands of miles.
"Master alone." the small ash left his mouth. These people even took all the way to the yamen, but they were sentenced to three thousand miles or directly into the registered residence to be slaves. The key is that there was no advantage of his small ash and six doors, so he could give it to the little master, and maybe he could exchange his kindness with the master. Learning more martial arts is more practical than anything.
"Let me think about it first." Li Luoyang had an idea in his heart, but he didn't know whether he could do it, so he couldn't make a decision for the time being. Fortunately, Dong Laosan has surrendered. At least he doesn't have to live in the wilderness tonight. Dong Laosan and Dong Ming come forward to clean up the only room in the stockade by Shi Lei for Li Luoyang to live in.
"Dong Ming, you dongjiatun used to be farmers?"
"If you go back to the young master, in fact, most of us in dongjiatun were not farmers before."
"Oh?" Li Luoyang picked a corner of his mouth and said in surprise, "you are not farmers. What are you?"
"Most people in dongjiatun used to be craftsman households." when it comes to his identity, Dong Ming is actually a little ashamed. After all, in the Wu and Zhou dynasties, the status of craftsman households is not as good as that of farmers. Food is the most important thing for the people. In any feudal Dynasty, although the status of farmers is not high, it is only lower than that of scholars, The order of these five words is not based on the number of strokes, but on the shackles cast by blood and tears from generation to generation. "Gong" is a craftsman, Jianghu; Shang is a commercial nationality. As for the last "army", it refers to military households.
But Dong Ming's ashamed identity made Li Luoyang interested, "what do you dongjiatun do?"
"Back to the young master"
"Don't be bothered by this sentence every time." Li Luoyang waved to interrupt. Dong Ming quickly bowed his head and said, "every household in dongjiatun makes paper for the imperial court. The imperial court once paid attention to paper making, but some people made better paper than us in the past ten years, so the imperial court gradually cut off the purchase of paper made by dongjiatun, and everyone's life is getting worse."
"So it is."
Li Luoyang pinched his chin and fell into deep thought.
Dongjiatun is actually a papermaking family, which is an unexpected joy for Li Luoyang. One of the keys to expand the scale of "Li group", reduce costs and improve profits is paper. Although Li Luoyang knows the raw materials of papermaking in later generations, he doesn't know how much time it will waste to get the paper out by himself. If he instructs Dong Jiatun to carry out technological innovation, it may be much easier.
"Xiao Hui, don't you mean that even if refugees like them are sentenced by the imperial court, they are either sentenced to exile or sentenced to slavery?"
"Yes, but exile is also a slave. It doesn't make any difference." Xiaohui said indifferently.
"You say, can the Yamen award them to me as slaves?"
Listening to the dialogue between Li Luoyang and Xiao Hui, Dong Ming standing aside shuddered. Slaves, however, are even lower than the soldiers of agriculture, industry and commerce. Once they become slaves, they will be slaves from generation to generation unless the owner releases them.
"Young master, we"
What Dong Ming wants to say is that he doesn't want to be a slave. However, Li Luoyang didn't give him a chance to speak. He waved and said, "go and call Dong Laosan and tell you what you don't understand."
Dong Ming feels wronged about this. He can't understand how to tell him. At least he will soon be an adult. But Dong Ming didn't dare to listen to Li Luoyang's words. He muttered to find Dong Laosan.
Maybe it's because Dong Ming said what he heard when he called Dong Laosan, so Dong Laosan's first sentence when he entered the house was: "Sir, we don't want to be slaves, don't be slaves!"
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There is nothing special about Dong Ming, but Dong Laosan looks at Dong Ming in his eyes and thinks of the children on the mountain.
As Dong Ming said to Li Luoyang, this is a group of refugees, not mobs. They are forced to make a living. So far, they still haven't given up their last hope. Adults take care of half the children as much as possible. As for the elderly, they couldn't escape at the beginning, and there are few women and babies.
So at this time, the largest number of teenagers left in this "cottage" is still teenagers. Among the more than 100 people, the number of people at this age level is as high as 35, that is, more than 30%. This proportion is obviously abnormal. It is the result of the efforts of these refugees in dongjiatun. They are not scholars, and they are unlikely to have heard of "Young China theory". They just follow the biological instinct and try to let the teenagers surnamed Dong survive as much as possible, so that the whole dongjiatun can have hope.
Dong Laosan is the leader of this group of refugees. He still has some eyesight. Xiao Hui and Li Luoyang's clothes and expression are by no means ordinary mud legs or green forest giants. In particular, Xiao Hui's eyes are full of condescending taste. At first glance, he is a person who has been more than official. Dong Laosan can see it at a glance, The reason why he didn't dare to explain was that he was completely worried that he would act according to the rules after the other party's identity was found out.
According to the laws and regulations of the Wu and Zhou dynasties, those who migrated without authorization were tattooed and exiled for three thousand miles.
So when Dong Laosan opened his mouth, he begged for mercy, not his own life, but the lives of more than 30 children like Dong Ming in dongjiatun.
"Boring!"
When Li Luoyang slowly put his head on his jaw and asked Dong Laosan to gather all the people, Xiao Hui was very disappointed. He's not a murderous man, but he just fought with the strong man and suddenly aroused his idea of relaxing his muscles and bones. You know, the martial arts practitioner learned something but couldn't find an object to show it. It's like walking in royal clothes at night. He feels very oppressed.
"These are all of you?"
Almost one-third of the 100 people with ragged and colorful faces are minors. They look similar to Dong Ming and have some spirit. On the contrary, they are adults. They are more and more beautiful and have no God in their eyes. Even some people don't lift their heads, as if they don't care about their fate.
"If you go back to the young master, it's just these people." old Dong San is a better adult. He smiles with his dirty face, and flattery to Li Luoyang flows from his yellow eyes.
"Xiao Hui, what do you say?" Li Luoyang shook his head. At first, he expected to meet a group of real mountain bandits, but after seeing the battle between Xiao Hui and the strong man, he realized that he was wishful thinking. If there were a group of mountain bandits who killed people without blinking, it was estimated that he and Xiao Hui didn't even have enough teeth. Fortunately, he met the sheep in dongjiatun, I don't know how they survived under the tusks of hungry wolves after walking thousands of miles.
"Master alone." the small ash left his mouth. These people even took all the way to the yamen, but they were sentenced to three thousand miles or directly into the registered residence to be slaves. The key is that there was no advantage of his small ash and six doors, so he could give it to the little master, and maybe he could exchange his kindness with the master. Learning more martial arts is more practical than anything.
"Let me think about it first." Li Luoyang had an idea in his heart, but he didn't know whether he could do it, so he couldn't make a decision for the time being. Fortunately, Dong Laosan has surrendered. At least he doesn't have to live in the wilderness tonight. Dong Laosan and Dong Ming come forward to clean up the only room in the stockade by Shi Lei for Li Luoyang to live in.
"Dong Ming, you dongjiatun used to be farmers?"
"If you go back to the young master, in fact, most of us in dongjiatun were not farmers before."
"Oh?" Li Luoyang picked a corner of his mouth and said in surprise, "you are not farmers. What are you?"
"Most people in dongjiatun used to be craftsman households." when it comes to his identity, Dong Ming is actually a little ashamed. After all, in the Wu and Zhou dynasties, the status of craftsman households is not as good as that of farmers. Food is the most important thing for the people. In any feudal Dynasty, although the status of farmers is not high, it is only lower than that of scholars, The order of these five words is not based on the number of strokes, but on the shackles cast by blood and tears from generation to generation. "Gong" is a craftsman, Jianghu; Shang is a commercial nationality. As for the last "army", it refers to military households.
But Dong Ming's ashamed identity made Li Luoyang interested, "what do you dongjiatun do?"
"Back to the young master"
"Don't be bothered by this sentence every time." Li Luoyang waved to interrupt. Dong Ming quickly bowed his head and said, "every household in dongjiatun makes paper for the imperial court. The imperial court once paid attention to paper making, but some people made better paper than us in the past ten years, so the imperial court gradually cut off the purchase of paper made by dongjiatun, and everyone's life is getting worse."
"So it is."
Li Luoyang pinched his chin and fell into deep thought.
Dongjiatun is actually a papermaking family, which is an unexpected joy for Li Luoyang. One of the keys to expand the scale of "Li group", reduce costs and improve profits is paper. Although Li Luoyang knows the raw materials of papermaking in later generations, he doesn't know how much time it will waste to get the paper out by himself. If he instructs Dong Jiatun to carry out technological innovation, it may be much easier.
"Xiao Hui, don't you mean that even if refugees like them are sentenced by the imperial court, they are either sentenced to exile or sentenced to slavery?"
"Yes, but exile is also a slave. It doesn't make any difference." Xiaohui said indifferently.
"You say, can the Yamen award them to me as slaves?"
Listening to the dialogue between Li Luoyang and Xiao Hui, Dong Ming standing aside shuddered. Slaves, however, are even lower than the soldiers of agriculture, industry and commerce. Once they become slaves, they will be slaves from generation to generation unless the owner releases them.
"Young master, we"
What Dong Ming wants to say is that he doesn't want to be a slave. However, Li Luoyang didn't give him a chance to speak. He waved and said, "go and call Dong Laosan and tell you what you don't understand."
Dong Ming feels wronged about this. He can't understand how to tell him. At least he will soon be an adult. But Dong Ming didn't dare to listen to Li Luoyang's words. He muttered to find Dong Laosan.
Maybe it's because Dong Ming said what he heard when he called Dong Laosan, so Dong Laosan's first sentence when he entered the house was: "Sir, we don't want to be slaves, don't be slaves!"
There is nothing special about Dong Ming, but Dong Laosan looks at Dong Ming in his eyes and thinks of the children on the mountain.As Dong Ming said to Li Luoyang, this is a group of refugees, not mobs. They are forced to make a living. So far, they still haven't given up their last hope. Adults take care of half the children as much as possible. As for the elderly, they couldn't escape at the beginning, and there are few women and babies.So at this time, the largest number of teenagers left in this "cottage" is still teenagers. Among the more than 100 people, the number of people at this age level is as high as 35, that is, more than 30%. This proportion is obviously abnormal. It is the result of the efforts of these refugees in dongjiatun. They are not scholars, and they are unlikely to have heard of "Young China theory". They just follow the biological instinct and try to let the teenagers surnamed Dong survive as much as possible, so that the whole dongjiatun can have hope.Dong Laosan is the leader of this group of refugees. He still has some eyesight. Xiao Hui and Li Luoyang's clothes and expression are by no means ordinary mud legs or green forest giants. In particular, Xiao Hui's eyes are full of condescending taste. At first glance, he is a person who has been more than official. Dong Laosan can see it at a glance, The reason why he didn't dare to explain was that he was completely worried that he would act according to the rules after the other party's identity was found out.According to the laws and regulations of the Wu and Zhou dynasties, those who migrated without authorization were tattooed and exiled for three thousand miles.So when Dong Laosan opened his mouth, he begged for mercy, not his own life, but the lives of more than 30 children like Dong Ming in dongjiatun."Boring!"When Li Luoyang slowly put his head on his jaw and asked Dong Laosan to gather all the people, Xiao Hui was very disappointed. He's not a murderous man, but he just fought with the strong man and suddenly aroused his idea of relaxing his muscles and bones. You know, the martial arts practitioner learned something but couldn't find an object to show it. It's like walking in royal clothes at night. He feels very oppressed."These are all of you?"Almost one-third of the 100 people with ragged and colorful faces are minors. They look similar to Dong Ming and have some spirit. On the contrary, they are adults. They are more and more beautiful and have no God in their eyes. Even some people don't lift their heads, as if they don't care about their fate."If you go back to the young master, it's just these people." old Dong San is a better adult. He smiles with his dirty face, and flattery to Li Luoyang flows from his yellow eyes."Xiao Hui, what do you say?" Li Luoyang shook his head. At first, he expected to meet a group of real mountain bandits, but after seeing the battle between Xiao Hui and the strong man, he realized that he was wishful thinking. If there were a group of mountain bandits who killed people without blinking, it was estimated that he and Xiao Hui didn't even have enough teeth. Fortunately, he met the sheep in dongjiatun, I don't know how they survived under the tusks of hungry wolves after walking thousands of miles."Master alone." the small ash left his mouth. These people even took all the way to the yamen, but they were sentenced to three thousand miles or directly into the registered residence to be slaves. The key is that there was no advantage of his small ash and six doors, so he could give it to the little master, and maybe he could exchange his kindness with the master. Learning more martial arts is more practical than anything."Let me think about it first." Li Luoyang had an idea in his heart, but he didn't know whether he could do it, so he couldn't make a decision for the time being. Fortunately, Dong Laosan has surrendered. At least he doesn't have to live in the wilderness tonight. Dong Laosan and Dong Ming come forward to clean up the only room in the stockade by Shi Lei for Li Luoyang to live in."Dong Ming, you dongjiatun used to be farmers?""If you go back to the young master, in fact, most of us in dongjiatun were not farmers before.""Oh?" Li Luoyang picked a corner of his mouth and said in surprise, "you are not farmers. What are you?""Most people in dongjiatun used to be craftsman households." when it comes to his identity, Dong Ming is actually a little ashamed. After all, in the Wu and Zhou dynasties, the status of craftsman households is not as good as that of farmers. Food is the most important thing for the people. In any feudal Dynasty, although the status of farmers is not high, it is only lower than that of scholars, The order of these five words is not based on the number of strokes, but on the shackles cast by blood and tears from generation to generation. "Gong" is a craftsman, Jianghu; Shang is a commercial nationality. As for the last "army", it refers to military households.But Dong Ming's ashamed identity made Li Luoyang interested, "what do you dongjiatun do?""Back to the young master""Don't be bothered by this sentence every time." Li Luoyang waved to interrupt. Dong Ming quickly bowed his head and said, "every household in dongjiatun makes paper for the imperial court. The imperial court once paid attention to paper making, but some people made better paper than us in the past ten years, so the imperial court gradually cut off the purchase of paper made by dongjiatun, and everyone's life is getting worse.""So it is."Li Luoyang pinched his chin and fell into deep thought.Dongjiatun is actually a papermaking family, which is an unexpected joy for Li Luoyang. One of the keys to expand the scale of "Li group", reduce costs and improve profits is paper. Although Li Luoyang knows the raw materials of papermaking in later generations, he doesn't know how much time it will waste to get the paper out by himself. If he instructs Dong Jiatun to carry out technological innovation, it may be much easier."Xiao Hui, don't you mean that even if refugees like them are sentenced by the imperial court, they are either sentenced to exile or sentenced to slavery?""Yes, but exile is also a slave. It doesn't make any difference." Xiaohui said indifferently."You say, can the Yamen award them to me as slaves?"Listening to the dialogue between Li Luoyang and Xiao Hui, Dong Ming standing aside shuddered. Slaves, however, are even lower than the soldiers of agriculture, industry and commerce. Once they become slaves, they will be slaves from generation to generation unless the owner releases them."Young master, we"What Dong Ming wants to say is that he doesn't want to be a slave. However, Li Luoyang didn't give him a chance to speak. He waved and said, "go and call Dong Laosan and tell you what you don't understand."Dong Ming feels wronged about this. He can't understand how to tell him. At least he will soon be an adult. But Dong Ming didn't dare to listen to Li Luoyang's words. He muttered to find Dong Laosan.Maybe it's because Dong Ming said what he heard when he called Dong Laosan, so Dong Laosan's first sentence when he entered the house was: "Sir, we don't want to be slaves, don't be slaves!"
