The First Slave
The old man might not say much about other things. There were limited things he cared about, and “Thousand Grain Gold” just happened to be one of them. It took up a great proportion in his heart, just look at how he struggled all the way here to search for it.
If Shao Xuan wanted more, the old man would just get in a fight with Shao Xuan, he would rather die than agree. One thousand grains were his biggest concession.
“I will use other things to make up for it, but I don’t have much on hand now. Well, if you have time after this, go to the Royal City and tell my name, I will give you whatever you want.” The old man handed over a small curved sickle-like copper knife to Shao Xuan and said, “This is for you. If you go to Royal City, you can take this out and ask someone to get you to me.”
Royal City?
Shao Xuan stunned, he took the knife from the old man and looked at him, “What’s your full name?”
“Ji Ju.”
Ji? It was a royal family’s last name. Many of the slave masters from the noble families in Royal City had Ji as their surnames, and they were the biggest landowners now. The royal family surnamed Ji was from the Ji tribe. After the Ji tribe had unified the other five large tribes, “Ji” was used as the tribe’s last name.
A long time ago, on this piece of land, the tribesmen discovered another way of using the flame, some of them became slave masters and established city, while others remained in the tribe as tribesmen.