Chapter 4 Official Slave

“If you want to buy it, it’s only five taels of silver.” The middle-aged man quoted the price.

“My boss, you are not kind in doing business.” Mrs. Zhao Cui glanced at him sideways, was he being slaughtered as a fat sheep?

"She is very capable, and she is the stewardess of an official family." The middle-aged man explained.

"I know who she is, I know her, and I want to buy her because I don't want her to suffer in this slave market. But buying her at such an expensive price is not worth it." Zhao Cui sneered.

When the middle-aged man heard this, he knew that Mrs. Zhao Cui would not spend a lot of money to buy someone, so he quoted the actual price, "Auntie, if you want to buy it, just give me three ounces of money."

According to the exchange ratio of this dynasty's banks, one tael of silver can be exchanged for approximately 1,500 copper coins.

One ping is worth one thousand copper coins, and three pings is about two taels of silver. This is the actual price.

"She is one, and I will choose another one." Mrs. Zhao Cui glanced at the other women in the fence.

Those women all looked at her expectantly. In the slave market, they ate poorly, slept on the ground, and lived like pigs. They all looked forward to being bought as soon as possible.

Mrs. Zhao Cui made a decision quickly. She pointed to a woman wearing gray patched clothes, "Just her."

"Two people, Auntie, just give me five and a half cents." said the middle-aged man.

"Okay." Mrs. Zhao Cui readily paid the money for the slave.

The middle-aged man arranged for someone to write a deed of sale, "Auntie, do you want to write a living deed or a dead deed?"

"Let it be a living deed. They will have a good future in the future. If you want to redeem yourself, I won't stop you." Zhao Cui said calmly.

The middle-aged man glanced at Mrs. Zhao Cui and said nothing.

Mrs. Zhao Cui did not let Mrs. Qiao and another lady named Wei Niangzi stay at the stall, but took them to another stall together.

"Ah Qiao, I remember you have a son. How old is he? Is he still in the slave market?" Zhao Cui asked.

"The old lady has a very good memory. I have a son. He is seventeen this year and he is still in the slave market." Lady Qiao had hope in her eyes.

Mrs. Zhao asked her son if she planned to buy her son too?

If mother and son really don’t have to be separated, she will definitely be better at her job!

Mrs. Zhao Cui did not disappoint her, and indeed spent four ounces of money to buy her son A Sheng, "Your eldest brother wants to study in an academy, and he must have a book boy by his side."

Mrs. Qiao immediately took her son and knelt down to Zhao Cui.Mrs. Zhao Cui kowtowed, "Thank you, old lady, thank you, old lady."

"You don't have to be like this. Just serve the girl well from now on." Zhao Cui said.

"I will do my best to serve this good girl." Lady Qiao said immediately.

When Mrs. Wei saw this, she pouted and wanted to say something, but in the end she didn't say anything.

At the stall where she bought Ah Sheng, Mrs. Zhao Cui also bought Ah Cai, a driver who knew how to drive a carriage.

People in the mansion all have eyes for wealth. She cannot let others underestimate or bully her good granddaughter.

Do you really think that the old lady has no money?

She was also married into the Zhao family with ten miles of red dots, and she was wealthy.

After moving to the clan, I didn’t want to make unnecessary appearances, so I saved some money to live.

Now for the sake of my granddaughter, I still have to arrange the pomp and ceremony.

"Xiao Yue'er, now go buy the two maids who will serve you. You have to choose carefully." Mrs. Zhao Cui said with a smile.

"Won't grandma help me choose?" Zhao Wangshu felt that Mrs. Zhao Cui trusted her too much, and she really didn't know how to choose a maid.

"I'm here to serve you, so of course you have to choose. What if you don't like my grandma's choice?" Mrs. Zhao Cui deliberately teased her.

"I like whatever grandma chooses." Zhao Wangshu said sweetly.

That being said, Mrs. Zhao Cui still let her choose her maid.

The stalls selling young maids have the largest number of maids among several stalls. Just like in Xinu City, there are more girls than boys.

The clothes they wear are better than those at other stalls.

Of course, their prices are more expensive than others, one costs six ounces.

Zhao Wangshu walked past the fence, and the girls looked at her eagerly.

After observing for a while, Zhao Wangshu took a fancy to a girl in blue, "How old are you? What's your name? Which house did you work in before? What do you know?"

"Returning to the girl, Chunfen, your slave, is fourteen years old this year. Her previous owner's family was the Zeng family, the former Minister of Rites. I used to serve in Miss Zeng San's yard and can do needlework."
< br />It sounded like she knew the rules, and Zhao Wangshu saw that she took care of herself very well, "Grandma, I think this is okay."

Mrs. Zhao Cui nodded, " Pick another one."

Zhao Wangshu picked another person from a bunch of people and asked her the same question.The problem.

"Returning to the girl, my slave Luzhi is fifteen years old this year. Her previous master's house was the former Zhongshun Marquis Mansion. I used to serve in the yard of Young Mistress Jiang Er. I can also do needlework. "

"Grandma, this is fine too." Zhao Wangshu took a good look at it before asking.

Mrs. Zhao Cui had no objection, gave her money, wrote the deed of sale, took out half the money, handed it to A Cai, "Go hire a car."

"Yes, old lady." A Cai happily took the money with both hands.

While waiting for him to hire a car, Mrs. Zhao Cui and her people sat waiting at the tea stall nearby. They ordered three pots of tea and several plates of pastries, "You guys can eat too."

“Thank you, old lady.” Mrs. Qiao and others thanked her gratefully.

Their clothes were a little thin. In this late autumn, when they were shivering in the cold wind, it would be great to have a cup of hot tea to warm themselves up.

The proprietress of the tea stall disliked Lady Qiao and the others. If Mrs. Zhao Cui hadn’t ordered tea and cakes, she would have kicked them out long ago.

Without waiting for instructions, Luzhi picked up the pot and poured two cups of tea for Zhao Cui and Zhao Wangshu.

Zhao Wangshu picked up the tea cup, warmed his hands, and was about to take a sip of tea when a carriage stopped in front of the tea stall.

A lady about the same age as Mrs. Zhao Cui got off the carriage. She walked directly to Mrs. Zhao Cui and said, "I thought my eyes were wrong, but it was really you. "

Mrs. Zhao Cui said with a cold expression: "Why do you have eyes at such an old age."

"Hey, you still speak so poorly. That sounds good to me." The lady rolled her eyes.

Mrs. Zhao Cui sneered, "Who can compare with your tongue as bright as a lotus flower."

"Girl Yu, who was well-dressed and well-fed back then, is now reduced to this simple tea stall. , drinking coarse tea that is hard to swallow, this situation is really embarrassing." The noble lady said in a weird way.

"The pampered lady did not take shelter from the wind and cold in her mansion, but went out in person. I wonder if she is looking for her husband or her son?" Zhao Cui asked sarcastically.

These words should have touched the lady's sore spot. She said displeasedly: "It seems I shouldn't have come over to say hello."

" You shouldn't come here, and we don't have a good relationship with you. If you meet me, it's better to pretend you don't know him." Mrs. Zhao Cui said bluntly.

The noble lady was irritated by these words, snorted coldly, turned around, got into the carriage, and left.

Zhao Wangshu, who was watching with great interest, felt a little unsatisfied when he saw that the lady's fighting ability was so poor, "Grandma, who is she?”

“A person who doesn’t know what is called. "Zhao Cui took a few sips of tea and said, "She is my aunt's niece Zhong Yao. She has loved to compare since she was a child, refuses to admit defeat, and always wants to compete. "

Mrs. Zhao Cui thought for a moment and then added, "Oh, she is marrying the third son of Uncle Hejian, known as Wang Zhongshi. Maybe she will marry him at that family's banquet in the future. You will meet her, just ignore her. "

" Got it. " Zhao Wangshu responded with a smile.