The Rise of Qing-era racism

Since ancient times, the strong have pushed the weak around. Yumin has already made conclusions for himself that all the nobility are looters, and ordinary children are just nasty. He had never been someone who wished anyone harm until he encountered various horrors in the barn. Once in it, like a herd of pigs in a pen, some children became emboldened and even very much, and began to boast that they would be swordsmen, not dishwashers and shoemakers. However, there is one "freak foreigner" with them. But this trash won't live long. Although they themselves were prisoners from the clans captured in the neighborhood, because wars were going on even inside China. But for some reason it was not at all shameful to be a descendant of some seedy clan that is not even able to redeem children from captivity, in any way better than a white-skinned one. Unfortunately, the foreigners brought in the cart were quickly snatched up, as if they did not know where to remove this shameful commodity from the emperor's eyes, there was one left who did not know where to attach and was simply shoved into future battles. The intrigues in the barn were worse than in the harem. Once the child decided to give his portion to Yumin, he thought that at least someone here out of the kindness of his heart decided to make friends with him and share food that is better on the threshold of what was given to him, having tried to his surprise "meat", he immediately spat it out and everyone wildly began to ridicule him. It was rat soup. After that, the poor child was nicknamed the corpse-eater. It's amazing how there was no deadly infection on the rat, otherwise the weakened immunity of the child could not stand it, and he would simply die. And Yanlin wouldn't even know the reason. After that, Yumin could not trust anyone and accept treats. Therefore, when some rich boy appeared in front of his eyes, with a pendant made of a precious stone and a sword with a clan pattern, what can we say about his dazzling robes, and his hair is so perfectly slicked into a ponytail and collected with a hairpin that it is not difficult to guess that she was worth more than all the lives in this barn, suddenly gives their furs and later comes and speaks quickly - Eat, what are you blinking at, not only did I steal from the table for you, so you also show whims here! Yumin thought that another scion of the nobility spat in his food or offered him some dead insect, but suddenly Yanlin said - Well, if you don't want, I'll eat sweets myself then!!! And the little emperor began to eat up what he "stole" for the poor man. Then Yumin dared to touch the bun. He had never eaten such a delicious meal, especially after the rat soup… Yanlin moved closer to the child, and he shuddered sharply, covering his face with his hands and dropping the bun from his hands, he was surprised on the contrary - Why are you losing treats on the go? - I thought you were going to hit me… - Why would I hit you? - You're rich - And what? - Well, yes, it doesn't matter, even rich, even poor, all the same, each of you needs to humiliate me! "Yumin, I will never hit you!" Yumin only silently looked into the eyes of the emperor's son with a deep look with a bun in his mouth. Even though he had already experienced a lot and had not believed in miracles for a long time, he could not take the word of the son of the one who is one of the leaders of the military operations to capture the whites. He didn't even realize that Yanlin had given him a far from friendly promise.