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- Hearing Salman say this, Kari~Xindu finally figured out the cause of the incident.
To be honest, who can imagine that I just thought the price of slaves was good, so I sold some Dalits as slaves to those slave traders.
In Kari¡¯s view, Dalits cannot be considered human beings at all. They are untouchables and extremely despicable. Slaves are better than them. Buying and selling Dalits is nothing at all.
But there is such a thing as fate. Ever since the Ming people came to this ancient land, the trajectory of fate has changed. Dalits have now become noble Ming people, possessing the caste of the Ming people, and riding on the noble Dalits of the past. Caste is the head of the family, but I still have no way to deal with them.
With extreme unwillingness and anxiety, Kari~Xindu followed Salman to Ma Zixin, saluted Ma Zixin respectfully and said: "Welcome to your hometown!"
"Kali~Xindu~"
Ma Zixin looked at the humble Kali Xindu in front of him.
¡°In the past, he was a local emperor who sat on the heads of Dalits like him, dominating them. He could also execute Dalits like him at will, and sold himself as a slave to a slave trader.
But now, he was so humble, so respectful and polite in front of him, and his shadow not only fell on him, but also fell on his head.
This made Ma Zixin couldn't help but laugh heartily: "You didn't expect this day, right?"
"Sir, I did not expect to have such a good reputation today."
Kari~Xindu was a little speechless. To be honest, he didn¡¯t even remember Arima Zixin before. He was a high-ranking Brahmin. Who would pay attention to a Dalit?
"How much did you sell me for?"
Ma Zixin nodded slightly, thought for a while and asked.
"Five silver coins~"
Kali~ Xindu thought for a while and replied.
"Five silver coins~"
"I really want to thank you. If you hadn't sold me as a slave, I wouldn't be able to have the surname of Ming Dynasty today, surpassing you Brahmins."
When Ma Zixin heard this, he couldn't help but shake his head.
Five silver coins are still silver coins issued by the Delhi Sultanate. It takes almost two silver coins to be equivalent to one Ming Dynasty silver dollar. I actually sold it for less than three taels of silver. You must know that in Ningguo, a slave at least You can also buy it for thirty or forty taels of silver.
Hearing Ma Zixin¡¯s words, Kari, Salman, Irfan and other Brahmin Kshatriyas didn¡¯t know what to say. The Dalits in the evening were now above themselves in status.
"Let's go, come with me to Ambati Village~"
Ma Zixin didn¡¯t pay much attention to these people or what they thought. He directed his slaves to carry the sedan to Wang Ambati Village.
Kari, Salman, Irrfan and others looked at each other and could only follow behind.
Ning Guo now rules this vast territory. They don¡¯t know much about Ning Guo¡¯s situation. They just know that Ning Guo is implementing a new caste system, and those who violate the caste system will be severely punished. They are also afraid.
The swords of the Ming Dynasty will not joke with you, and they will not care whether you are a Brahmin or a Kshatriya. What is even more frightening is that they will demote their caste to Dalit, which is even more terrifying.
Everyone came to Ambati with beating gongs and drums. The Dalits in Ambati were frightened when they saw this formation. They hurriedly came to both sides of the road and knelt on the ground one after another. They didn't dare to stand up, for fear that their shadow would fall on these noble high-caste people and bring disaster to themselves.
Ma Zixin looked at the villagers kneeling and worshiping on both sides of the road, each familiar figure, and then thought about his past self, wasn't it just like them, every time a high-caste person came to the village, everyone had to kneel down and worship.
Now, I can sit on the sedan chair and look down at my former self. This feeling is really hard to describe. In short, I can use one big word to describe it, that is ¡®pleasant¡¯!
The villagers of Ambati Village lowered their heads one by one and knelt on the ground. They did not dare to raise their heads. Some of them looked from a distance, looking at the usually aloof Kari~Xindu followed the sitting man like a little follower. Behind the people on the sedan, they silently speculated in their hearts about what kind of big shot this Dalit village had welcomed.
Ma Zixin ignored these villagers, although he saw many familiar people among them, including his childhood playmates, his friends, etc.
But now I have the noble Ming Dynasty.Start over, and from now on you will no longer be a lowly Dalit. You must remember this firmly. "
Ma Zixin said extremely seriously that he valued the surname he had acquired with great difficulty more than anything else. When he turned around, he cared more about these things than those of higher castes.
"Yes, yes~"
His wife nodded quickly, then turned back step by step, looking at her home with great reluctance, and followed Ma Zixin to her new home.
From the beginning to the end, except for his wife and children, Ma Zixin had no communication with anyone else around him. Even when his former friends and associates waved to him, he didn't pay attention at all.
In Ma Zixin¡¯s view, he is now a member of the noble Ming caste, but he must never have any interactions with the lowly Dalits before, and he must draw a clear line between them.
And those who greeted Ma Zixin were soon given a severe lesson by the people around them. They must recognize their identities clearly and don't be beaten to death for this. (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com - Didn't finish reading? Add this book to your favoritesI'm a member and bookmarked this chapterCopy the address of this book and recommend it to your friends for pointsChapter error? Click here to report
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