Spring comes to the desperate place

Chapter 481 Kunlun Slave

"Chunlin, someone brought a lot of Kunlun slaves and Hu girls to the market today. Do you want to go and watch the fun?"

Song Chunlin looked at the person who came. It was the county magistrate's youngest son. Well, he was also a boy. The people in the border areas were open-minded, which cultivated his lively personality. After getting to know Song Chunlin, the two of them got along more and more like best friends. Now, when he heard that there was something exciting to watch, he came to find him.

Song Chunlin didn't know what the Kunlun slaves he was talking about were, but he understood Hu Ji. He had seen them before in the West Market of the capital. They were all beautiful women with fair skin and good looks, who specialized in dancing and singing for the dignitaries to entertain them.

Although human trafficking was very common in this era, both legal and illegal, Song Chunlin was still not used to treating people as commodities.

However, he had never seen Kunlun slaves before. The county magistrate's youngest son, Zhu Xiang, said that these were slaves that had only become popular in recent years. They had dark skin, curly hair, long arms and legs, and could run very fast.

The more Song Chunlin listened, the more strange it seemed to him. This image, wasn't it referring to black people?

When the two arrived at the market, they found that it was indeed there, and that all the people there were teenage boys, with only a piece of rag covering their buttocks, and their faces showed panic and vigilance of arriving in a strange place for the first time.

Song Chunlin touched his chin and asked Zhu Xiang, "Were there these people selling things before?"

Zhu Xiang shook his head. "Of course not. But starting from the second year after the market opened, Persian merchants came all the way here to test the waters. We just wanted to see the novelty at the time, so not many people bought them. I don't know who bought them later, but it must have been wealthy merchants from the south."

Nanfang, Song Chunlin was a little curious: "Why are there only boys? They don't accept girls?"

Speaking of this, Zhu Xiang was unusually shy. He pulled Song Chunlin's sleeve, motioning him to lower his head, and then said something in a very small voice. The voice was so small that if Song Chunlin had not had amazing mental strength, he would not have been able to hear it.

But he obviously wanted to pretend not to hear it now. Because of Zhu Xiang's words, Song Chunlin couldn't help but look at the lower bodies of those boys several times, and then swallowed with sympathy.

These Persians are really cruel. They transported a group of eunuchs from afar. Tsk tsk, should we say that black people have strong vitality, or that the Persians are smart? By castrating these people, they have firmly grasped the supply and sales channels in their own hands. Tsk tsk tsk, they are indeed the most profiteers among profiteers.

Song Chunlin came here just to watch the fun and had no intention of buying slaves. Zhu Xiang was the same. He simply thought that such a black person was fresh and interesting, but there was no way he would buy him. This Kunlun slave was very expensive and he couldn't afford it.

After watching the excitement, the two of them planned to leave, but they didn't expect that their appearance at the market was noticed by someone with ulterior motives. The person thought that they wanted to buy something but didn't dare to because of their status. So the next day when Song Chunlin came back from the field, he saw someone waiting at the door with three Kunlun slaves.

Song Chunlin looked at the three black boys, and a question mark slowly emerged in his head.

"This is what you are doing?"

The man was a wealthy businessman from the south who came here once a year. Now the roads to the border were getting longer and longer, which greatly shortened their journey to the border, allowing him to make a lot of money in the past few years. However, this man was ambitious and wanted to move up a level, so he set his sights on local officials.

He had inquired before he came. He knew that General Lin who stayed behind was just a temporary helper. The one who really had the final say was the Grand Marshal of the dynasty, and the Grand Marshal's husband was the newly promoted Duke of Fuguo. The merchant firmly believed in the power of pillow talk, so he planned to start with Song Chunlin.

However, Song Chunlin didn't seem to like anything. He had been at the border for so long, but he had never been seen attending any banquet, nor did he ever hold any banquets to win over officials, subordinates, or local wealthy businessmen. Every day, he would go to the fields as soon as he opened his eyes. He was either in the fields or on the way to the fields. He was as diligent as an old farmer. Even if he handed a visiting card to the doorman, the other party would never accept it.

You can't get in, you can't invite anyone, and you can't even build connections.

Just when they were scratching their heads in anxiety, someone saw Song Chunlin appear in the market, and he was looking at the Kunlun slave sales area. A smart businessman like the one in front of him had quickly spent a lot of money to buy three of the best quality Kunlun slaves, intending to give them to Song Chunlin as slaves.

However, the businessman in front of him did not know that although Song Chunlin did not mind having servants at home, he had never taken the initiative to buy servants, because he still could not accept treating people as commodities. But his power alone was very limited and he could not change everyone's views. Apart from not getting involved in these things himself, he could not control others.

But what is this person saying now?

He kept talking about the advantages of the three black boys, from their skeletons, teeth, to the length of their hands and feet, as if the three boys were not human beings, but animals to be slaughtered at will. Song Chunlin felt uncomfortable listening to him.

Finally, he couldn't stand it anymore and raised his hand to interrupt the other person's nonsense.

"Enough." Song Chunlin glanced at the man sideways. Just one glance was enough to frighten the man so much that his legs and feet went weak and he almost fell to the ground.

The three black boys could sense the murderous intent that was so tangible that they trembled even though they couldn't speak the same language.

Before they came, they knew their fate and had prepared themselves mentally. However, when they felt the murderous aura emanating from the young and handsome guy opposite them, they all felt that their lives were over.

Song Chunlin looked at the three black boys, their eyes full of fear and despair. In the end, he couldn't bear it. He rummaged in his pocket, took out a silver note, and threw it at the businessman.

"Here, what I hate most in my life is people like you who don't treat others as human beings. Take the money and give me their deeds. I've paid you, and don't let me see you again."

Song Chunlin scolded coldly, and the merchant was so frightened that his legs trembled. He took out the three indentures with trembling hands. He didn't want to take the silver notes at first, but under the pressure of Song Chunlin's eyes, he had to pick up the silver notes on the ground and ran away with staggering steps. After he ran back to his place and calmed down completely, he had time to take out the silver notes and take a closer look. He found that Song Chunlin was quite generous. He spent five hundred taels to buy the three Kunlun slaves, and Song Chunlin paid one thousand taels for it. He made a profit. But thinking of Song Chunlin's cold face just now, the merchant smiled bitterly. It seemed that he made a profit, but in fact he lost a lot. Such a good way was blocked by him personally. How could the loss be compensated by five hundred taels?