Jia Huan was still a little shocked when he saw the tall and thin middle-aged man standing up.

Because what Jia Huan saw in his eyes was the deepest sorrow.

It’s not Jia Huansan, but the person’s eyes are really unspeakable and unforgettable sadness.

Jia Huan couldn't think of what happened that made this eight-foot man so painful.

Jia Huan did not talk to this person immediately, but pulled Wang Gui back two steps, with a solemn expression on his face, and he said in a deep voice: "Old Wang, how can the lives of your lower class people be so hard?"

After hearing the four words "lower class people", Wang Gui thrust his face and whispered to Jia Huan: "Third Master, Lao Wang, I am no longer a lower class people now. I am now your foreign steward, San Ye."

Jia Huan suddenly realized, nodded repeatedly, and said, "Yes, yes, yes, I forgot to congratulate you, you are no longer a grassroots class now... But you were yes before, let's talk about it, these people are a bit too poor, right?"

Wang Gui smiled bitterly and said, "Third Master, these people are all cheap people..."

"Silly? What exactly is a lowly?"

Jia Huan frowned.

"It's just like me."

A sound of jar sounded behind Jia Huan. Jia Huan looked back and found that it was Timur.

Jia Huan said unhappily: "Temur, in the future, when we have a senior executive, you, a low-level employee who is a stolen horse, don't let go randomly. It's scary to scare people, do you know?"

Timur knew nothing, but he couldn't understand it, but he still grabbed the hair like a pile of weeds, smiled and nodded.

Jia Huan was generous and didn't care so much. He looked at Timur and said, "Then tell me, what's going on with them? I think they are obviously Han'er."

The smile on Timur's face calmed down, and sighed, "It's Han'er, but so what? How powerful is Qin Taizu back then... The Jurchen clan, the male one who is higher than the wheel will be killed. Those who are lower than the wheel will be slaves for generations. Therefore, the ancestors of the Eight Banners, who are the people of us, survived. However, the main force that invaded Guanzhong was not only the Eight Banners, but more were Han people.

Compared to the Eight Manchu and Mongolian Banners, Emperor Gao of Taizu hated these traitors who attached themselves to the thief and held swords to the Han people. After pacifying the world, Taizu issued an iron rule of heaven and fairy law that never changed for generations. All the Han people who attached themselves to the thief, including the Eight Great Masters of the Shanxi Merchants, including Wu Sangui, Shang Kexi, Geng Jingzhong, and many soldiers and generals who turned against each other after the Jurchens entered the pass and rebelled and civil officials who opened the city to the enemy. These people all confiscated their families and exterminated their clans. Although they did not start a large-scale murder except for the main culprit, they demoted all their clan members to low-key people.

In fact, these people are the worst. The most miserable ones are the descendants of the Eight Banners. If they were not dead, most of them would work in the noble family, at least they would have no worries about food and clothing.

But they...there are seven or eight out of ten women in brothels in Daqin.

Jia Huan looked at the "reckless" strong man in front of him, feeling that there was always a sense of incongruity in the picture when these words came out of his mouth.

Maybe he felt Jia Huan's eyes strange, Timur smiled and said, "Third Master, these words were recorded by me when Fu Nai and Nalan were talking. I, Timur, are a good player, but I can't say these words."

"Depend on!"

After gestured to Timur's middle finger, Jia Huan asked again: "Are these people gathering in the North City now?"

Jia Huan knew the saying "we are rich in the east and noble in the west, poor in the south and humble in the north."

Wang Gui, who was standing beside him, was unwilling to be lonely and interrupted, "Yes, these untouchables all live in Dongcheng. Not only in our capital, but also in other cities in Daqin. There were many Han people who worked as thieves back then. The eight great masters of Shanxi merchants totaled tens of thousands of in-laws, and the Guanning Iron Cavalry raised by the Ming court with blood and sweat silver..."

Jia Huan said incrediblely: "If you want them to gather together, aren't you afraid that they will cause trouble?"

Wang Gui smiled contemptuously and said, "Just rely on them? Third Master, you look down on them too much. Of course, the court is not without defense. But this defense is also simple. The court issued an official document and in the northern city, whenever someone in the northern city rebelled, he would immediately implicate the nine tribes, and all the people in the alley where the prisoners were beheaded.

If there is a whistleblower, after finding out that the report is true, he will immediately leave his lowly family and restore his civilian body. Third Master, do you think, with such an official article, how many courage do those people dare to do anything randomly? It’s funny to say that the public security of our capital is the best in the North City.”

Jia Huan didn't believe it and said, "With this situation in Beicheng, why are those dandy and wandering children going?"

Wang Gui waved his hands repeatedly and said, "No, how can a noble man fall into a humble place? He will be laughed to death even if he knows that he laughs. He can't afford to lose this person!"

Jia Huan was still puzzled: "Since there is no evil young man outside to bully him, there is no gangster inside, and his wife is just plain, so they should have lived a good life."

Wang Gui said with a sneer and said, "Third Master, although no one is bullying inside and outside, they are not peaceful. Instead, they live a tense life every day, just like being thieves, and beingware that others will take their entire family's heads to receive rewards. This kind of thing is not without...

Moreover, these untouchables have no land, can’t farm, can’t do business, and are even more likely to study and take the imperial examinations. Of course, they don’t have to think about martial arts or something.”

Jia Huan said dumbfoundedly: "Then how do they live?"

Wang Gui said: "How to live? It's just a craftsman. Almost all the cheap households make a living by working as craftsmen. Carpenters, bricklayers, plasterers, gardeners, and even pastors who specialize in raising animals. There are all kinds of them."

Jia Huan frowned and said, "Why are there so much work for them?"

Although Jia Huan did not understand the people's livelihood in this world, he knew that in the Jia Mansion, he was all his servants who did this and did not invite these craftsmen.

Wang Gui, who was originally a little gloating, finally fell silent after hearing Jia Huan's words. It was not until a moment later that he slowly spoke, saying: "Where are there so many jobs for them to do? Most of the families who need these work are wealthy families. But how can wealthy families let these untouchables come to the door? Apart from wealthy families, ordinary people usually have nothing to do. Therefore, the life of untouchables in the northern city... is worse than death."

Jia Huan was shocked, and he said with a solemn expression: "I still have a doubt. Why are there no elderly people among these people?"

Among the oldest people standing in a crowded place at the door, the oldest may be in his forties. His hair is a bit gray, but his body is quite strong.

As soon as this problem arose, not only Wang Gui, but even Timur's expression was silly. Wang Gui's voice was a little hoarse: "Where can there be an elderly person? He can't even eat, so he has no money to take medicine, so he can only bear it. Young people can bear it, but the elderly...even if it is a cold, it can kill people."

Jia Huan's face changed, his eyes became a little unstable. He swept to the crowd again and saw that there were many children inside, but he had not said anything yet.

Wang Gui knew what he wanted to ask, sighed and said, "Although the child is weak, he has not experienced many hardships and has no secret injuries. Of course, even so, the children who are not old in the North City will roll up a broken mat and throw it on the mass grave behind Beishan. I don't know how many of them are in a year... It's just a sin. The ancestors' fault, and they will kill them if they kill them. Do this... Alas! I don't know what to say, it's wrong, but their ancestors did it badly back then..."

Jia Huan shook his head slowly and said aloud: "Their ancestors did a bad job. Even if they were killed, they would not be too much torture. Even if they were not left for them, it would be a good idea to choke them all to death in the cesspool. Because their souls are not worthy of their bloodlines. They will only make their bloodlines ashamed when they are alive."

Jia Huan's voice was so loud that the men and women standing at the gate of Zhuangzi could hear it.

However, they have been listening to such words for several lifetimes, from birth to death, all the time.

Even the Bodhisattvas in the temple say these words...

Their ancestors were traitors, so they were thieves. It was God's will to suffer these sufferings, and it was God's punishment given to them.

As long as you endure hardships and regret it in this life, you will never be reborn in the next life and will never be reborn in the North City and will no longer be a pariah.

Therefore, they were already numb to Jia Huan's old tunes, and they didn't even turn their eyes...

"But, reincarnation cannot be chosen. Their descendants are innocent. Even if they cannot be said to be innocent, if they really need to be punished, then let them do things, mine, pave the way, and use labor to atone for their ancestors until one day they can exchange for forgiveness from the people of the country. But before that, at least they must let them live like humans."

Jia Huan shouted excitedly, "Let them live like now, not be able to survive, not be able to die, not be able to live, not be able to live, not be able to afford to die, not be able to die, not be able to live, not be able to afford to die, not be able to live? Do you let them live in the purgatory of the world? I don't care about others, nor can I control them, but since these people have arrived in our Zhuangzi, Wang Gui!!"

Jia Huan's words shocked everyone until he suddenly shouted. Wang Gui suddenly heard it, suddenly shivered, and then reflexively salute and shouted: "Here!"

No one laughed, and the atmosphere had become very solemn. Jia Huan said in a deep voice: "Remember, in my village, as long as they do things with their hearts, they will no longer be untouchables. They are human beings. You must give them dignity and respect as a person. Wang Gui, you are the outer steward of my village, so I want you to remember: As long as they do things with their hearts, you must be responsible for giving them enough food and warm clothes. Let them have doctors to see when they are sick and take medicine. Let their elderly have a support for their elderly, and let their children no longer be wrapped in a broken mat and thrown on the mass grave to feed wolves, but grow up healthy and healthy. Butler Wang, have you remember?"

Wang Gui blinked, shocked endlessly, but fortunately, he knew how to reply to this occasion: "I remember what the third master said!"

Jia Huan glanced at the dozens of pairs of eyes with various emotions opposite him, still numb, shocked, moved, questioned, and crying...

He sighed, took out a fifty taels of silver from his sleeve, and handed it to Wang Gui in front of everyone, and ordered: "I think the food in the farm must not be enough for so many people to eat. You should bring people now and buy more grains. You don't need refined grains, just coarse grains, and you can eat enough. In addition, go to the cloth shop to buy a few pieces of cloth, and don't need to look good, just wear them. Let's make these people full and wear warm first."

Wang Guizheng looked at the fifty taels of silver notes from Dalong Money House at a loss, and there was no movement yet.

But there was a big noise at the entrance of Zhuangzi. The sixty-eight craftsmen, led by the tall and thin middle-aged man, walked towards Jia Huan step by step.

Seeing this, Timur opened his eyes wide open, stood up and shouted angrily: "What are you doing? Do you want to rebel?!"

The group of people did not react at all like zombies. They stopped until five steps away from Jia Huan and the people on the village had already taken out a hoe and fork from the rear.

Then, suddenly, they knelt down together, and knocked one head hard on the ground, unable to get up for a long time...

A sarcastic cry from the deepest part of the soul came from the middle-aged man in charge.

Like a swallow and crying, letting the Buddha tell the story, over the past century, their ancestors have suffered endless humiliation and hardships.

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