Chapter 56 Slums
"No, it's just that the cinnabar you ground is particularly useful." Wen Ling said seriously.
Gu Chenran was stunned for a moment, thinking that Wen Ling was coaxing him.
He said calmly, "Really? Then I will grind cinnabar for you every day from now on."
If you ignore his ears that were red as hell, he did look quite calm.
Wen Ling didn't notice his red ears. She nodded and said, "If you are willing to help me grind it every day, that would be great.
But why is the cinnabar you grind so particularly useful? ”
Wen Ling supported her chin and looked at Gu Chenran carefully for a while.
Gu Chenran's ears turned even redder: "Maybe I'm too focused on grinding."
"That's possible." Wen Ling nodded in approval and looked away.
As she lowered her head to continue drawing the talisman, Gu Chenran breathed a sigh of relief.
Was she... deliberately praising him?
Wen Ling drew forty talismans in one breath before stopping. With Gu Chenran grinding the cinnabar for her, the maximum number of talismans she could draw was twice as much as usual.
This made her very satisfied, and she casually took out five talismans and handed them to Gu Chenran: "This is a talisman, take it. Although the evil in your body has been sealed, your aura is still very easy to attract big ghosts.
It's okay at home, because I'm here in the palace and no evil spirits dare to approach you. But you're easy to be targeted outside. If you wear this, basically no blind creature will dare to touch you. ”
Gu Chenran accepted it.
Sure enough, Wen Ling really cared about him.
It was not until Gu Chenran left Wen Ling's yard that Lu Jian asked curiously, "My Lord, is something good going to happen?"
Gu Chenran was surprised: "Why do you ask?"
Green Sword: "Because the corners of your mouth are almost stretched to your ears. If nothing good has happened, why are you so happy?"
Only then did Gu Chenran realize that he was smiling foolishly the whole time!
He put away his smile in a second and glanced at Green Sword: "If you are really free, go and clean the stables behind the palace."
Green Sword: “…”
No, how come the prince has learned to change his expression in a second?
Early the next morning, Wen Ling asked Manager Liang to bring the talismans and scented tea to the Wanshiwu, and then she and Gu Chenran changed into low-key clothes, got on the most ordinary gray carriage, and went to the poorest slums in the capital.
Slums and slums are two different concepts.
Although the poor people in the slums live in poverty and financial difficulties, they are at least people who have legitimate livelihoods and jobs, and they can barely make ends meet, but they are a little poor.
But it’s different in the slums. There are no proper houses in the slums. The whole area is filled with chaotic and continuous shacks.
A shed supported by a few pieces of wood can be the home of a family of more than a dozen people.
The people who come here are all the poorest people, who can’t even afford a steamed bun, and many of them are beggars and orphans.
Even if they go out to find work, they are the ones who get the least pay and do the hardest and dirtiest work.
Are they so poor because they don’t work hard?
Not really.
Because there are very few people who are lazy enough to fall to this level.
Most people have ended up in this situation because of various misfortunes in life, or even oppression from the powerful.
Once you lose your land and house and fall to this point, there is basically no possibility of turning things around in your life.
Work hard while you are able, and enjoy life day by day. When you get sick or old and can no longer work, you can only wait to die.
This was the slum that Gu Chenran brought Wen Ling to.
As soon as you get close to this place, you can find that this place is different from other places. There is sewage flowing on the ground, and the smell is unpleasant from a distance.
This is a shantytown that even the government doesn't care about, and of course no one cares about sanitation. Plus, there are so many people here, it would be strange if the smell was good.
Not to mention the nobles in the capital, even ordinary people would never set foot in such a place for no reason in their lifetime.
As soon as Wen Ling arrived, he saw a man from a pawnbroker picking people over here, and there was an unpleasant tug of war happening over there.
A skinny little girl was holding on to the corner of Ren Yazi's clothes tightly, with a straw stuck behind her back to represent selling herself.
She grabbed the bloodhound's clothes tightly and cried, "Just buy me, I'm very cheap, only four taels of silver, three taels, three taels of silver is fine, or one tael!
My mother is sick. If she doesn’t take medicine, she will die. I can do any job! Buy me, I'm very capable! ! ”
The man was totally unmoved. Seeing the little girl crying pitifully, he said impatiently, "I really can't buy you. Look at how thin you are. Your complexion is so bad and your mouth is purple.
Maybe if I buy you back, you won't survive the night. My money didn't come from the wind.
Go away, don't delay me from recruiting people, get out of here. ”
The little girl held on tightly, but she was not as strong as the man. Finally, when Ren Yazi withdrew his foot, she fell to the ground, crying in despair.
There are many such children at the intersection, with a piece of grass stuck behind them, waiting to be sold.
Some people really couldn't survive, so they sold themselves and became slaves so that they could still have food to eat.
Some were sold by their parents and relatives. They could not make ends meet, so they sold their children, perhaps giving everyone a way to survive.
But there are more sellers than buyers.
All the human traffickers are very shrewd and can tell a person's situation at a glance. Those who are chosen are considered lucky.
Most of them were like the little girl, begging to be adopted, but were not.
Wen Ling didn't think that these human traffickers were cruel or anything. Human traffickers were not saints and they also had to make money to support their families.
This is just the entrance to the slums, and no one knows what kind of hell on earth is inside.
Wen Ling just stood at the intersection and could feel the lingering resentment throughout the slum.
It's not even a resentment that's rising to the sky, but a resentment of unwillingness.
The people here must have been tortured for too long when they were alive. Even if they become ghosts, they dare not have too much resentment, but just a strong sense of unwillingness.
What are you unwilling to accept?
Are you unwilling to accept that you, as a human being, have to live your life even worse than the animals in rich families?
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