Chapter 2

Mo Qiao was born in a slave family.

His mother is a slave, and naturally the children of the slave can only be slaves.

It is said that when his mother was pregnant with him, she suddenly felt like she was falling in her belly. The mother, who had had many experiences in giving birth, just found a shelter from the bridge pier and gave birth to him.

So he got this name, Mo Qiaosheng.

Although it looks casual, it is already a rare and good name among slaves.

His brothers and sisters are called Mo Agou, Mo Tiedan, Mo Ersan, Mo Wu and Liu, etc.

The name Mo Ersan is still given to a very beautiful and cute sister.

Mo Qiaosheng didn't know who his father was. He had many brothers and sisters, and they all belonged to the same mother.

My mother is a thin and dry woman, and her hard living environment makes her look particularly old.

However, it is such a woman who comes back late at night, with scars and fishy smells all over her body, bringing back the pitifully small and inferior food to them.

And put a kiss on each child's forehead, a gentle kiss.

This is the only thing that Mo Qiao had in her dark childhood, from the tenderness of women.

As more and more children are present at home, mothers are getting older and food shortages are becoming increasingly serious.

The young Mo Qiaosheng followed his eldest brother Mo Agou every day, collecting food everywhere.

Pick wild vegetables in the mountains and forests and fish in the rivers.

Crawl around in the muddy market and pick up some waste that others occasionally lose.

Sometimes he was so hungry that he couldn't move his steps, so Mo Agou took out a small piece of black lump that he saved yesterday from his arms, picked off a small piece, and stuffed it into Mo Qiaosheng's mouth.

He picked off a little more and stuffed it into the mouth of his younger sister Mo Ersan.

Mo Qiaosheng and Mo Ersan held the little bits of cake in their mouths, soaked it slowly with saliva, and endured it and didn't swallow it, making them feel like they were eating.

It seems that I am not so hungry anymore.

In the shanty town they lived in, there was a slave named Xiong Ji. He was strong, rough and full of brute force.

He is the most powerful man in this circle, and no one dares to provoke him at will.

He is one of the mother's men.

Recently when he came to find his mother, he often put his vulgar eyes on Mo Qiaosheng and his sister Mo Ersan.

When the dead fish-like eyes turned around to look at him, Mo Qiaosheng always felt a disgusting chill climbing up from his cervical spine.

At this time, Mo Agou would always gently push him and Mo Ersan behind him without any trace, and use his very thin body to block his younger brother and sister.

However, no matter how they avoid it, fate would never let these poor children go, and that terrifying day still came.

Xiong Ji finally caught Mo Ersan, and the girl's sharp scream did not arouse the reaction of anyone in the camp.

Xiong Ji grabbed Mo Ersan's thin arm and dragged it into the tent.

Mo Qiaosheng rushed forward, but was kicked away by him, and he fought several times.

Mo Agou helped him up. He looked at the tent silently for a while and sighed softly: "You are too young, so let's go with your brother."

Mo Qiaosheng looked at his brother blankly as he lifted the curtain of the tent and went in.

After a while, her sister Mo Ersan, who was covered in snot and tears, came out of the tent intact. She walked over blankly, lowered her head and grabbed Mo Qiaosheng's clothes tightly with her trembling hands.

Some strange sounds came from the tent, mixed with the brother's painful cry.

Mo Qiaosheng vaguely knew what was going on.

He was at a loss and pulled his sister to find his mother.

However, after hearing his account, their mother just sat silently, staring at the ground motionlessly.

Her face, which was destroyed by life, seemed so helpless and lost.

Mo Qiaosheng began to hate for the first time.

Hate your weakness and powerlessness.

Detest the humble and humbleness of his origin.

Hate those men who wantonly use violence to bully the weak, those cruel and perverted men!

Xiong Ji struggled until midnight before coming out of the tent. He shaking his muscles all over his body while tying his pants, glanced at Mo Qiaosheng who was huddling outside the tent in the night, and left with a proud humming voice.

I don't want to be bullied by such a man, and I will never want to.

Xiao Moqiao swallowed his bitter tears and thought silently in his heart.

During a hunting a few days later, Xiong Ji's horse was shocked for some reason and threw him off the hillside.

When everyone found him, they found that his head and face were smashed with stones and they were dead to death.

Dead people are a common thing for slaves.

Everyone divided up his horses, weapons and clothes, and no one mentioned this anymore.

The owner just made a mark on the list, indicating that his property was missing a tiny part.

That night, Mo Qiaosheng, who was covered in scars, returned home very late.

My mother saw his clothes that were ragged and stained with blood, and she didn't say anything.

He just sighed silently, touched his face, asked him to take off his clothes and sewed him under the lamp.

Xiao Mo Qiaosheng knelt beside his mother, looking at her face softened by the lights, slowly calming down the panic of killing for the first time in her life.

He even had an illusion in his heart that he could continue this peace forever.

However, as he grew up, he was soon bought by his first owner.

The owner, whose surname is Wu, is Xueli, has a white face and a long beard. He is a teaching teacher. He runs a school, collects several elementary school students, teaches literacy, reading, and making articles.

Wu Xueli was gentle and seldom beat and scolded slaves even when he was a slave.

His slaves had clothes that covered their bodies and rarely went hungry.

For Mo Qiaosheng, this is a kind of generous life that he has never experienced since childhood.

He cherishes this kind of life very much.

Every time the master ordered, he would complete the things he had done with the most rigorous and serious attitude, and did not dare to be slackened or lazy at all.

Sometimes when the master teaches students, he serves them aside, and then he pricks up his ears and remembers every word and sentence that the master says in his heart.

When it was late at night and after a day of work, he picked up a small branch, wrote and painted on the sand, and practiced the words he heard during the day.

Gradually, Wu Xueli discovered the uniqueness of this little slave.

He is diligent, studious, and absorbs quickly.

The most important thing is that all the things that are handed over to him, no matter how big or small, are completed in an orderly manner and never make any mistakes.

Wu Xueli transferred him to his side and ordered him to take care of his study. When he was intrigued occasionally, he also taught him a word of word.

After all, being able to have a literate slave as a book boy is a symbol of a wealthy family, and it is also very respectful to take it out to make friends.

During that time, Mo Qiaosheng was full of admiration and gratitude for this master.

He was allowed to stay overnight in the study so that he could serve his master at any time.

Therefore, he had the opportunity to secretly read those wonderful books every night.

These books made him realize that there was a vast world outside the narrow sky above his head.

His eagerness to study, and what attracted him especially was the knowledge of military strategy.

Although there are many obscure places that are difficult to understand at his age, he repeatedly pondered them and kept them in his heart.

He did not dare to ask his master, but once the master mentioned a little while teaching the students, he couldn't help but get excited, absorbing it hungrily like a sponge.

When he was young, he didn't understand that his overworked performance not only attracted the attention of his master, but also attracted the jealousy of countless people who lived in humility like him.

One day, Mo Qiaosheng was sent out of the study by someone he knew.

When the master cherished and loved the most, the Duan inkstone of the gold, silver and star ribbed purple robe that he had fallen brightly on the floor, and a hole broke.

Wu Xueli was furious. No matter how Mo Qiaosheng crawled on the ground to explain, Wu Xueli refused to believe it.

The slaves standing around looked at him kneeling on the ground coldly, frightened and frightened, and no one came out to distinguish or prove him.

Wu Xueli took off his pants and beat him up in public.

Sell ​​him into the most dirty and lowly Chu Huaiguan as a slave.

Fortunately, Mo Qiaosheng's facial features are too three-dimensional and his skeleton is too wide, so he does not have the feminine and beautiful youthful feeling that noble people like to play with the most.

So under his strong resistance, he was not immediately forced to pick up the customers, but was assigned to serve a popular young man in person.

The young man is named Lu Xiu, and he is a beautiful boy with snow-sat-like skin.

He always likes to wear a green robe, tilt it on the guests with makeup and powder, and be kind and kind to the nobles.
To be continued...