Daming Town Haiwang

Chapter 1247, turn over Dalit and sing

Hearing what Salman said, Kari ~ Xindu finally figured out the cause of the incident.

To be honest, who would have imagined that I just thought the price of slaves was good, so I sold some Dalits as slaves to those slave traders.

In Kali's view, Dalits are not human beings at all, they are untouchables, extremely humble, slaves are better than them, and buying and selling Dalits is nothing at all.

But fate, since the Daming people came to this ancient land, the trajectory of fate has changed. Now Dalit has become a noble Daming, owns the caste of the Daming, and rides on the old noble On the top of caste, but I still have nothing to do with them.

With an extremely unwilling and apprehensive mood, Cary~Xindu followed Salman to Ma Zixin, and respectfully saluted Ma Zixin: "Welcome to your hometown!"

"Kari~reliability~"

Ma Zixin looked at the humble Kali Xindu in front of him.

In the past, he was the local emperor riding on the heads of Dalits like himself, domineering, and could execute Dalits like them at will, and sold himself as a slave to a slave trader.

But now, in front of him, he was so humble, so respectful and polite, his own shadow not only fell on him, but also fell on his head.

This made Ma Zixin couldn't help laughing happily: "You didn't expect to have today, did you?"

"My lord, I really thought that Meiyu would have today."

Kari~Xindu was a little speechless. To be honest, he didn't remember Arima Zixin at all 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~"

Cary ~ 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 back then, I wouldn't be where I am today. I can have the Ming surname, surpassing you Brahmins."

When Ma Zixin heard this, he couldn't help shaking his head immediately.

Five silver coins are still issued by the Delhi Sultanate. It takes almost two silver coins to be equivalent to one Daming silver dollar. I was so humble that I only sold it for less than three taels of silver. You must know that in Ningguo, a slave at least You can also buy 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 Dalit of Yuhi now has a higher status than himself.

"Let's go, come with me to Ambadi Village~"

Ma Zixin didn't pay much attention to these people, and didn't care what they thought, and directed his slaves to carry the sedan chair to Wang Ambati Village.

Kari, Salman, Irfan and the others looked at each other, but could only follow behind.

Now that Ningguo rules this vast territory, they don't know much about Ningguo's situation. They just know that Ningguo is now 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 people 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 a Dalit, which is even more terrifying.

The crowd came to Ambati's side with drums and gongs. All the Dalits in Ambati were terrified when they saw this situation. They rushed to both sides of the road one by one, kneeling down on the ground. They didn't dare to stand up, for fear that their own shadow would fall on these noble people of high caste and bring trouble to themselves.

Ma Zixin looked at the villagers kneeling on both sides of the road, one by one familiar figures, and then thought about his previous self, was he just like them, whenever people of high caste came to the village, everyone would kneel down.

Now, I can sit on the sedan chair and look down at my former self. This feeling is really indescribable. In short, I can use a big word to describe it, that is 'cool'!
The villagers in Anbadi Village bowed their heads and knelt down on the ground one by one. They did not dare to raise their heads, and some of them watched from a distance, looking at Kari who was usually high above him~ Xindu followed that sitting like a little follower. Behind the people on the sedan chair, I silently guessed in my heart, what kind of important person has ushered in my Dalit village.

Ma Zixin didn't pay attention to these villagers, although he saw many familiar people in it, including his childhood playmates and his own friends.

But now I am a person of the noble Ming caste, and they are the humble Dalits, people from two different worlds. Their shadows falling on me will pollute me.

He came to the door of his house very familiarly, and saw his wife and children hiding behind the door in fear from a distance.

"Adi~"

Ma Zixin shouted excitedly. Since he was sold as a slave trader, he has missed his son and family day and night. At this moment, he finally saw him, and he couldn't help it.

Hearing a familiar voice, behind the door of the dilapidated house, a thin, dark figure poked his head out in confusion.

"Adi, it's me~ I'm back."

Ma Zixin looked at his son and shouted again excitedly, but he didn't mean to enter this dilapidated house. He must pay attention to his identity and status now. Dalits' houses are absolutely not allowed to enter .

If he hadn't come to pick up his wife, children and family this time, he didn't even plan to see Ambati Village again.

Hearing the familiar voice again, Ma Zixin's son, Adi, widened his eyes slightly. When he saw Ma Zixin, he rushed out excitedly.

"Haha, Dad is back."

Ma Zixin hugged his son in his arms and spun around happily.

The Ambati villagers watching around heard the familiar voice, and seeing this scene again, everyone was dumbfounded. They looked at Ma Zixin in disbelief.

Now the horse is reborn, with short hair, shaved beard, luxurious clothes, a gold necklace around his neck, and a gemstone ring on his hand. He is still the Dalit from before.

"Is he Malik?"

Everyone couldn't believe it, but looking at Malik, who was so happy holding his son, and looking carefully, he could be sure that it was indeed Malik.

"Marik~"

Ma Zixin's wife also came out, looking at the unfamiliar Malik, she couldn't help shouting.

"My name is not Malik, but Ma Zixin. From now on, our family will no longer be a lowly Dalit caste. We will be a noble caste of Daming descendants of gods."

When Ma Zixin heard this, he immediately said with a gloomy face and very solemnly.

"Ma Zixin?"

"Our family name will be Ma Zixin from now on?"

Her wife asked very strangely when she heard Malik's words.

"The surname is not Ma Zixin, but the surname Ma, which is a noble Ming surname."

Ma Zixin emphasized again, and then looked around at the villagers watching the excitement.

"Come on, come back to our new home with me, we are the noble Ming caste, we can't live with the lowly Dalits."

Hearing Ma Zixin's words, his wife became even more puzzled.

"What is the Ming caste?"

"Don't worry about these things, you just need to know that the people of Ming Dynasty are descendants of noble gods, and they are more noble and prominent existences than Brahmins, Kshatriyas and other high castes."

"I, Ma Zixin, made great contributions on the battlefield, and was personally bestowed the surname Ma by His Royal Highness King Ning of Ning Kingdom. From now on, I will be the noble Ming caste."

Ma Zixin stood upright, and explained very loudly to the people around him.

"A Ming caste that is nobler than Brahmins and Kshatriyas?"

The surrounding villagers immediately became more puzzled, and one by one started talking about it. For these Dalit villagers, they don't know what happened outside.

"The Ming people wiped out the Delhi Sultanate, and now the entire Tianzhu is ruled by the Ming people, and His Royal Highness King Ning is the supreme existence of the Ning country. All you need to know is enough."

Ma Zixin didn't pay much attention to everyone, and sat on the sedan chair with his son in his arms.

"Are we leaving like this?"

Her wife looked at the house behind her, and there were still many things in it.

"Yes, you have to remember that from now on, our family is all members of the noble Ming caste. King Ning has rewarded me with a large piece of land, and all the people in the surrounding area will offer sacrifices to me regularly in the future."

Ma Zixin nodded solemnly.

"This~ But there are still many things in it."

His wife thought about it and said reluctantly.

"No more~"

"We are the noble Ming caste. We must never enter Dalit houses, let alone use Dalit things. After you go back, I will immediately wash you with Daming soap, wash everything away, and start over. , From then on, you will no longer be a lowly Dalit, you must firmly remember this."

Ma Zixin said very seriously that he valued the surname he had acquired with great difficulty more than anything else, and when he turned over, he cared more about these things than those of higher castes.

"Yes, yes~"

His wife nodded quickly, then turned around step by step, looked at his home with great reluctance, and followed Ma Zixin to his new home.

From the beginning to the end, except for his wife and children, Ma Zixin had no communication with other people around him, and even his former friends and friends waved to him, but he didn't pay any attention to it.

From Ma Zixin's point of view, he is now a member of the noble Ming caste, but he must never have any communication with the former lowly Dalits, and he must draw a clear line between people.

And those who greeted Ma Zixin were soon given a severe lesson by those around them, and they recognized their identities, so don't be beaten to death because of this.

(End of this chapter)