Chapter 271 Are you talking about human words?
The steward chuckled .
"This is exactly what the Lord said, so you should announce it for the Lord."
"only."
Ma Lie bowed humbly.
"Yes, you have not held any position in the tower yet. I am just doing Chang'an Jun a favor."
The steward chuckled and tapped the table.
Ma Lie suddenly realized, straightened his back and a smile appeared on his face.
"……promise."
What he said was still a little unnatural, but he was firm and resolute.
Three days passed.
The business of the building is becoming increasingly slow.
Ordinary people don’t have that much money to spend in a building, and they can’t come here even if they save up for a year or two.
Merchants do have so much money.
But merchants were lowly and had a hard time in Qin. Although they were rich, they were not noble and had many restrictions.
For example, they could not wear silk products, ride in a two-horse carriage, or be officials.
One of the restrictions is that you can only enter the tower once a month and stay there for one day.
Without the support of noble families, common people have no money to enter, and merchants have used up their privileges for one day at a time.
The threshold of the building used to be rebuilt every three days. Now birds would land outside the inner door, jumping around to look for leftover food scraps.
Under such circumstances, all the prostitutes in the building looked worried.
They were evaluated on a monthly basis. If the income they generated for the building did not meet the target, they would have only two choices: being expelled or becoming a concubine.
The former is committing chronic suicide, and the latter is also committing chronic suicide.
The concubines were in unusually good spirits.
They, who have no control over their own life and death, like to hang around the lucky guy Marx and Lenin on the balcony.
He asked Marx to sit in the room and tell over and over again his experience of being transformed from a slave to a civilian.
Even if they have heard this experience a hundred or eighty times, they can recite it by heart.
Ma Lie was once again nearly arrested and sentenced to prison, but fortunately Ying Chengjiao called him and made him lie on the ground, saving him from death... It is said that Ying Chengjiao redeemed his brother and sister and gave them names.
"Oh, it would be great if Master Jun could redeem the sisters."
"The price of redemption is so high. The money from helping the sisters to change their citizenship is enough to build a hundred towers. Even if you really have a lot of money, you won't spend it like this."
"It's just a dream. I heard that Lord Jun talked about equality during the wax festival. They all said that Lord Jun was crazy, but now I believe it a little. I hope Lord Jun will keep his word."
"This is even more unreliable than redeeming you. Ask the sisters who have served Master Jun, who hasn't heard Master Jun say these crazy words?"
"I believe it. You can clash with the masters for Marxism-Leninism. No one except you will treat us as human beings."
The steward who had been eavesdropping outside the door pushed open the door with a gloomy face and glanced at the beautiful women in the room.
Unhappy, he said, "I'm not nice to you? I don't treat you as human beings?"
The concubines who usually came up with laughter, surrounded the steward into the room, served him tea and water, massaged his shoulders and legs, and showed their best to him , did the same thing this time.
They laughed and said flattering words like "the manager treated us the best and no one treated us better than the manager."
The manager, who had been worried about not passing the end-of-year assessment and having to serve his sentence, told him not to worry because many guests would come soon.
The nose was filled with the mixed body scents of women of varying beauties, and the touch of the elbows and thighs was warm, cool, and soft jade.
The steward pointed at the only man in the room, Ma Lie, who had been transformed from a slave to a civilian.
"Your Excellency can redeem Ma Lie, but I cannot. I can only watch you die. If there are only you in the building, without prostitutes, I hope that there will never be any guests in the building."
This way you won't die.
The women's movements froze, their words paused, and their expressions froze.
Then he forced a smile and served tea, patted his legs and shoulders, and said softly that the steward must be drunk, how could he be sentenced to prison, it was not worth it for us...
However, the stewards who lived with the concubines day and night noticed that their eyes, tone, and expressions were slightly different from before.
The eyes have more color.
The tone was more cheerful.
There was a hint of longing in his expression.
These concubines still did not have the courage to resist the rules, but they began to hope that Ying Chengjiao would lead them out of slavery.
In this feudal era, slaves and concubines were polished into servile nature by the rules.
In this era where everyone, including the slaves and concubines themselves, do not consider themselves as human beings.
In this era where no one supports what Ying Chengjiao does.
The concubines in the towers of Xianyang were the first supporters of Ying Chengjiao.
Human beings are social animals. In a society formed by groups, no one can turn the world upside down and create a new world with personal ability without supporters.
Bai Qi, the Marquis of Wu'an, who had never been defeated in a battle throughout his life, needed the support of the Qin warriors who were fearless and brave and were known as the "Tiger and Wolf Army" by the six kingdoms.
Shang Yang, who made Qin State strong, needed the support of Qin Xiaogong. He needed to move the trees and establish trust by offering a reward of fifty gold coins in order to seek the support of the people of Qin.
Ying Chengjiao, who traveled back to the Qin Dynasty and is the younger brother of the First Emperor, also needs support.
The concubines in the Xianyang towers had this little hope for Ying Chengjiao, which was their support and a spark of hope.
A spark may be extinguished in an instant, or it may be enough to start a prairie fire.
…
It is the eighth day that Gangcheng Jun Cai Ze has lived in Gangcheng Jun’s mansion.
"Father, this is an invitation from the Meng family."
Cai Ze, who was resting with his eyes closed, rubbed his sleepy eyes, and looked at the bamboo slips in his son's hand.
When the bamboo slips were spread out, the characters on them were not simplified Chinese characters, but large seal characters written in gold thread.
Cai Ze glanced through it, closed the bamboo slips and breathed a sigh of relief.
"It's finally here. If it had really been ten days, Ze really wouldn't know what to do."
His son Cai Dui inherited his father's cautious character. He took the bamboo slips handed to him by his father but did not even look at them. He was not curious about what was written on them and just turned around and left.
"return."
"Father."
"You will accompany your father to the banquet."
"Father, this is inappropriate. How can Dui have a feast with the heads of aristocratic families?" Cai Dui looked reluctant.
When Cai Ze heard his son say this, he was not angry but happy. He nodded with satisfaction and said, "Yes, that's right. I don't know whether this trip will be a blessing or a curse. I will think of it as a curse and not go."
" Then let's go." Cai Dui replied briefly and was about to run away again.
"Come back!" Cai Ze frowned and called his son again, saying, "What your father said means that this trip is a blessing. Why are you leaving?"
"The death of my father is a blessing, but the death of Dui may turn into a disaster. Dui would rather do nothing than make a mistake."
Cai Ze took a deep breath and said, "You are the only one who can help me on this trip. My father is too old to have sex. The three families of Meng, Xi and Bai secretly built a tower with countless beauties. This banquet is for this purpose."
"Father, Dui thinks it wouldn't be a bad idea to have a younger brother or sister."
"...Do you want me to die?"
"Father, I am about to know my fate, so please let your grandson go."
"You said what people say? After lunch tomorrow, go out with me!"
"Father, I will be fasting tomorrow and will not eat at noon."
"I'll go even if I don't eat!"
