Chapter 3 Encounter on the Road

The next day, Zhao Cui took Zhao Wangshu in a mule cart to the slave market in the city.

There are two slave markets in the capital, one on the high street of Guangqu Road and the other on the lower street of Guangqu Road.

The slave market on the street is also called the East Slave Market. Official slaves are sold, that is, the slaves of the officials who committed crimes are escorted to the slave market for sale.

For example, after the Fan family was ransacked, most of the slaves in the mansion were sent to Dongnu City.

The slave market in Xiajie, also known as Xislao Market, sells private slaves, that is, people from poor families sell themselves or their family members into the slave market, and then the slave market sells them.

For example, Ms. Zhao Cui bought Hong Chang, Xi Niangzi and others in her family in Xinu City.

Zhao Wangshu thought she was going to Xinu City this time, but she didn’t expect Zhao Cui to take her to Dongnu City.

"Grandma, didn't you mean that slaves like this bear the brand of the original owner, and will carry out their affairs in the style of the original owner, and it will be more difficult to correct their bad habits."< br />
"There are strict rules in the big house. Girls from ordinary families don't understand anything. If something goes wrong when you enter the big house, you will be troubled."

Mrs. Zhao Cui is really worried about her granddaughter's safety.

“These official slaves, as long as you use them properly, are no worse than those trained by yourself.”

“They are also pitiful people. As long as they do not betray their master or harm their master, they can If you are considerate, be more considerate of them and don't treat them too harshly."

Zhao Wangshu said with a smile: "The way to govern is to give both kindness and power, leniency and severity, merits should be rewarded, and mistakes should be punished."< br />
"That's right." Mrs. Zhao Cui said with approval in her eyes. Her good granddaughter was smart and knew everything.

As the grandfather and grandson talked, the mule cart arrived at the bustling downtown area of ​​the city. The shouts of the vendors, mixed with the aroma of various foods, floated in on the wind.

"Grandma, can I look outside?" Zhao Wangshu asked expectantly.

Ms. Zhao Cui smiled and asked, "Don't you want to get out of the car and buy some snacks?"

"You know me, grandma." Zhao Wangshu smiled flatteringly.

Mrs. Zhao Cui dotes on her granddaughter. She took out a dozen copper coins from her purse and said, "Pick some of what you like to eat."

"Thank you, grandma." Zhao Wangshu called to the driver to stop the mule cart.

She got out of the car and went straight to the stall selling braised pork.

The aroma of braised meat is so tempting.

“Boss, how do you sell this?” Zhao Wangshu swallowed his salivaasked.

"The plain one is a copper plate with three sticks, and the meat one is a copper plate with one stick."

"I want two copper plates, plain ones, and three copper plates, meat ones. Serve it in a banana bowl for me." Zhao Wangshu counted five copper coins and gave them to the stall owner.

After buying braised meat, Zhao Wangshu was holding a banana bowl. Just as she turned around, a child appeared out of nowhere and passed quickly in front of her.

"Oops." Zhao Wangshu subconsciously held the banana bowl tightly, "It's wrong to run so fast." When he looked down, he saw that the purse tied around his waist was gone.

"Catch the thief!" Zhao Wangshu shouted casually, without chasing the thief.

There was no money in the purse, just five pebbles for playing the game of catching stones. If they were lost, they were lost. Zhao Wangshu didn't care too much. She was anxious to get back to the mule cart and eat braised pork.

"Girl, is this purse yours?" A cold voice sounded.

Zhao Wangshu looked over and saw that it was the young man in mysterious clothes whom he had seen from a distance in Wulipo that day. Today he was still wearing a dark-colored mysterious clothes.

From a distance, I felt that he was unparalleledly handsome, but from a closer look, his fair face revealed an angular and cold look, and his deep black eyes contained a sharp light.

Tall, but not rough, and very well-proportioned.

Although he looks young, he has a calm temperament.

He is holding a boy in his right hand, and the gray-blue satin in his left hand is embroidered with a little rabbit's purse.

"This purse is mine. Thank you, Master, for recovering the purse for me." Zhao Wangshu smiled and stretched out his hand towards him.

"Can you tell me what you have in your purse?" The boy in Xuanyi asked politely and politely, fearing that there would be a girl's belongings in his purse.

"There is no silver in the purse, just five pebbles." Zhao Wangshu put the banana bowl back on the stall and opened the purse to show him.

After confirming that there were only five pebbles inside, the thief was extremely frustrated and cursed in a low voice: "Damn, you made a mistake."

Being caught stealing stones, What a bad luck.

“I will send him to the Yamen.” The boy in Xuanyi grabbed the thief and wanted to leave.

"Sir, wait a minute."

The young man in black clothes stopped and turned around, looking at Zhao Wangshu, "What else can you do, girl?"

"I haven't asked you for your surname yet." Zhao Wangshu looked at him with bright eyes.

"It takes a little effort." The young man in Xuanyi looked at the person in front of him and his mouth dropped, his eyes were slightly red, and he looked pitiful. When the words came to his lips, he changed his words, "IHis name is Yun Hao. "

" Mr. Yun. "Zhao Wangshu returned to her sweet and lovely smile.

" "Be careful, I, I'll leave first." "Yun Hao left quickly, but why did he look like he was running away?

Zhao Wangshu chuckled, turned around, picked up the banana bowl, and walked quickly to the mule cart.
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Seeing her come back, Mrs. Zhao Cui asked: "Why have you been gone for so long? "

"There are too many people buying. "Zhao Wangshu didn't want her to worry, so he didn't mention the matter of the thief stealing his wallet.

"Let's go, drive the car carefully. Mrs. Zhao Cui asked the coachman to move on.

“Grandma, try it. This braised pork tastes very good. "Zhao Wangshu handed a bunch of meat dishes to Mrs. Zhao Cui.

"Eat it yourself, Grandma doesn't like this. Mrs. Zhao Cui refused to take it.

“Grandma, just have a taste. "Zhao Wangshu said coquettishly.

Unable to resist her granddaughter, Zhao Cui finally ate the bunch of meat.

Not long after, the mule cart stopped outside Dongnu City. .

There are five stalls in Dongnu City, selling young maids, adult male servants, young maids and male servants, elderly male servants, and elderly maids.

Zhao Cui The first place I took Zhao Wangshu to go to was the stall with elderly maids. They said they were elderly maids, but in fact, most of these maids were between thirty and forty-five years old. They were not too old and could still be used.

As soon as the grandfather and grandson walked into the stall, a middle-aged man came up to them and saluted with a smile: "Hello, aunt, hello, little girl. I would like to say hello to you two." "

"Don't be polite, boss. I brought my granddaughter here today to choose two useful mothers-in-law. " Zhao Cui smiled.

" Yes, yes, there are several batches of new goods these days. "The middle-aged man led the two people to the fence.

There were many people imprisoned in the five fences. A rough count showed that there were about thirty or forty people.

Being sold as a commodity, Zhao Wangshu endured the discomfort in his heart and was about to take a closer look when he suddenly heard someone timidly calling: "Miss Zhao. "

There were too many people on the fence, and Zhao Wangshu couldn't find the person who called her. Then he heard another voice, "Miss Zhao." "

Zhao Wangshu saw clearly that the person calling her was an old servant of the Fan family. He tugged on the corner of Mrs. Zhao Cui's clothes and said, "Grandma, it's Mrs. Buckwheat. ”

Mrs. Qiao used to serve Mrs. Fan. She was a decent daughter-in-law with a good personality and good manners. At least Zhao Wangshu had a good impression of her.
< br /> Mrs. Zhao Cui also remembers Qiao NiangI asked the middle-aged man, "How much money does she have?"

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