Richest Man: Divine-Grade Reconstruct System Chapter 1359 - 1192: Broad Mistake

But Lin Yi didn’t dismiss it with a single stroke. He simultaneously thought about how to handle this matter.

To deal with this properly, there’s only one way: to change these slaves, meaning to turn them directly into tenant workers like those on the landlords’ estates, just without the slave identity.

At that point, they could work for the landlord every day, thereby earning some wages. And these wages aren’t up to the landlord’s discretion, but are paid according to Lin Yi’s unified standard.

Furthermore, to stabilize the landlords’ emotions, Lin Yi proposed a policy: the quasi-tenant workers must earn enough money for the landlord before their bodies can belong to themselves.

It’s what is commonly referred to as redeeming oneself.

Of course, this redemption isn’t possible after ten or twenty years without being freed.

Lin Yi’s requirement is to work between one to three years.

The quickest one would be having freedom after one year, meaning working for the landlord for free for a year to gain freedom.

The second option is not allowing the period to exceed three years, returning them to freedom ultimately.

After all, if the time is too long, it holds no value to these slaves. Working for the landlord for ten or twenty years benefits them not at all.

By that time, their bodies will be worn out, making it unrealistic to lead a normal life afterward.

Additionally, people in this era generally have shorter lifespans, making living until fifty an uncertain prospect.

As a result, people nowadays don’t be in good health once reaching forty.

Due to years of farming, those in their forties and fifties are akin to the elderly at sixty or seventy in later times.

So much has been said, but it’s all meant to highlight Lin Yi’s desire to replace the concept of slavery.

At this moment, the young man arrives at the brokerage firm, expressing his wish to purchase two pages for household guarding purposes.

Since the brokerage firm had received notifications from the government, they obviously dared not sell openly.

Seeing the counterpart in tattered clothing, they became somewhat puzzled, questioning whether this guy could ever buy a slave. More likely, he’s here to sell himself.

The outfit on this guy is indescribable: far from luxurious, it’s regular peasant attire, likened to a big patch covering a small patch.

Therefore, upon witnessing this fellow, the broker never imagined he came to purchase workers.

Most inclined to believe he’s run out of options and here to sell himself.

Such incidents aren’t rare; rather, they’re common.

With numerous refugees, those unable to survive ponder trading themselves to a Buddha Land as a decoy, not expecting bliss but having minimal sustenance.

These reasons lead many to consider embodying the role of a slave.

For such individuals, Lin Yi feels quite troubled since they are often stranded without support or a home, adopting such extreme measures only when destitute.

Making Dayou rich isn’t difficult for Lin Yi but is not an instantaneous feat; a fair amount of time is required, at least several years.

"May I ask if you were talking about buying or selling?"

The footboy seemed puzzled upon hearing this.

Assuming he misunderstood, he asked again.

The young man reiterated his intention to buy slaves, not to sell himself, arousing further confusion in the counterpart.

Simultaneously, the footboy glanced at the young man scrutinizingly, feeling a bit helpless, before pulling a money pouch from his bosom to retrieve a small silver tael.

He dropped it with a thud on the counter, then addressed the head broker:

"Show me what’s available for this amount of money."

This stirred unease among the shopkeepers inside, eyeing the fellow’s bulging purse; it held not copper coins but a small piece of silver!

This was actual silver! Anyone carrying silver right now couldn’t help but reveal wealth or nobility—unbelievable for this impoverished youth.

Could this fellow have stolen someone else’s wallet?

But reconsidering it wasn’t feasible, wealthy figures always roam escorted by five or six guards.

Moreover, if this fellow truly stole silver, who would come here to buy slaves?