At that time, the Central Plains were in full swing and wars were everywhere, but the coastal areas on the border with the southern border were still peaceful. Yan Laoqi led Yan Fuqiong to an oil mill in Jiangmen Town by boat.
This is what Yan Laoqi knows. There are more than a hundred oil press workers in the house.
The shopkeeper's name is Feng Guihe. He is about fifty years old, with a fat head and big ears, ugly appearance, and vulgar behavior. At this moment, he held the tea with his forehand and looked at Yan Laoqi, who was extremely rustic.
Mr. Feng, I want to find a maid’s job for my daughter here.
That's all?Feng Gui was so kind that he said: You Nanman countryman, I'm very busy. Take your children home and dry salted fish. Our family has no shortage of people.
Yan Laoqi was neither humble nor arrogant. If she smiled meaningfully, she said: For auspiciousness, eight taels of wages per month is enough, and she also has to cover food and accommodation. In addition, my daughter is thin and can’t do it too thick…
A little girl from Nanzhou knows how to grind ink and cook tea, knows how to read and write poems, and only costs six taels of silver. How dare you ask for eight taels?Feng Guihe stood up impatiently and waved: Everyone said no need for a maid, go quickly, and be too lazy to waste spit with the Southern Barbarians.
I'll bring her in now, and you'll be placing bedding or something.
Feng Guihe said furiously: Where did the crazy man come from? Someone comes from!Pull him off for me...Ah?This... arrange the girl in the south courtyard room for me, and serve the food... and then bring the Yàn nest in the kitchen.
Although she is still naive in her age, her eyes are like water and her eyebrows are like picturesque. She is really a little fairy who has never heard of before. Feng Guihe is even a little incoherent.
In the first few days, Yan Fuqiong seemed to have entered another world. It seemed to be the legendary glory and wealth. There was no unpleasant fishy smell in the air, and all the food was exquisite and delicious. But after ten days, the initial excitement disappeared on her face, which made Feng Guihe actually become frightened and terrified.
Do you have any books to read?Yan Fuqiong asked, her tone was a bit like a lady questioning the servants.
But Feng Guihe immediately nodded and said: Yes, yes, there are some in the study...
It is just an oil shop owner who is ignorant of Ding, and the so-called study is just a storefront. There are only dozens of Four Books and Five Classics, Monsters, and Geography Travel Notes. However, Yan Fuqiong felt like he had a treasure. After doing his job well, he almost greedily buried all his spare time in the study and read every word carefully.
Yan Laoqi came here almost every five days, but he said hello to his daughter less and less. He was like Feng Gui and Master, like many years old friends, and every time he came out of someone's room, he would hum a small folk song with a smile.
Yan Fuqiong rarely speaks on weekdays, and others are ashamed of themselves and basically don’t have too much contact with her.
Is this a hiring maid or adopting a daughter Ah?
Since everyone can't get together, the old mother and the servants will naturally have some complaints.
Idiot, you are still a young master and a grandma. Look at the handsome appearance of that little fox, how many days do you think someone can have the maid’s name?
Yes, haha, but Xiaoyan seems to have entered the identity of a wife in the side room in advance.
You look like someone else, you are also a wife.
Haha, I want Xiao Yan’s little nose and mouth, and I want to be a wife to Old Fei Feng?There are more than a dozen or twenty young men in the town who are richer than him and younger and more handsome than him.
One night, the sky was low and the clouds were dark, which was suffocating. Yan Fuqiong had just put away the quilt in the yard and suddenly hugged a strong arm. She was so scared that her hair stood up and wanted to shout someone to help, but her mouth was immediately blocked by the greasy big hands.
Be careful, dear baby, give it to me, give it to me soon... I can't help it...
The breathing sounds heavy and terrifying, and the tone seems to be even more stinky than the salted fish hanging on the poles in the village!
It's Mr. Feng Guihe.
Yan Fuqiong was less than thirteen years old. Faced with the oppression of a middle-aged strong man of forty-eight, he had no way to resist. Fortunately, the wife's screaming call came from the Beifang side at this time.
snort!You guys cheated me up so much money, and I coaxed and scared me up early this morning, and he was so scared that he sold you. It was fifty taels of silver... Don't be afraid, the master just now was spoiling you and loving you, why are you crying?Feng Guihe's face turned red, thinking that the future was long, and she had time to enjoy Xiaoyan's tender body, so she tied her pants and went back to her room to serve her mother Yasha first.
Did your dearest dad sell himself?Sell Princess Qiong'er to an ugly old man who is over thirty years older than him?Just fifty taels?Just enough money for more than two years?
Yan Fuqiong felt what sadness was for the first time in his life.
Very interesting, right?The immortal of the Li Wu is like a ghost of nothingness, and he walked in from nowhere. The world is full of poles, all things and spirits are the most sinister and deceitful, and your little experience is only a drop in the bucket.
Yan Fuqiong didn't care where the master came out, she just wanted to cry.
Practice Wuxian Tao: Think back to what I taught you at the beginning, do whatever you think, there is no right or wrong, and follow the original in your heart, and you will get great freedom.
The beast tried to kill me...I... Yan Fuqiong lowered her head and said: Do I want his whole family to die?
Lian Wuxian waved his sleeves, and the scissors in the clothes drying basket rolled up to Yan Fuqiong with an invisible gentle breeze. He said in a very indifferent tone: You can kill them tonight, or you can be the shopkeeper's wife, and eat well from now on, and if you can give birth to a son, you may also be a wife. You can also go back to your hometown in southern Xinjiang to question your father, or steal some money to escape to the north of the Central Plains, which can be considered as seeing the world... How about it?It’s interesting to follow Yuanshi and decide your own destiny?
Yan Fuqiong shivered and raised her head and asked: Master Wuxian, who are you?
It was like an illusion, there was no trace of anyone in front of me, only a pair of black and sharp scissors.
This is what Yan Laoqi knows. There are more than a hundred oil press workers in the house.
The shopkeeper's name is Feng Guihe. He is about fifty years old, with a fat head and big ears, ugly appearance, and vulgar behavior. At this moment, he held the tea with his forehand and looked at Yan Laoqi, who was extremely rustic.
Mr. Feng, I want to find a maid’s job for my daughter here.
That's all?Feng Gui was so kind that he said: You Nanman countryman, I'm very busy. Take your children home and dry salted fish. Our family has no shortage of people.
Yan Laoqi was neither humble nor arrogant. If she smiled meaningfully, she said: For auspiciousness, eight taels of wages per month is enough, and she also has to cover food and accommodation. In addition, my daughter is thin and can’t do it too thick…
A little girl from Nanzhou knows how to grind ink and cook tea, knows how to read and write poems, and only costs six taels of silver. How dare you ask for eight taels?Feng Guihe stood up impatiently and waved: Everyone said no need for a maid, go quickly, and be too lazy to waste spit with the Southern Barbarians.
I'll bring her in now, and you'll be placing bedding or something.
Feng Guihe said furiously: Where did the crazy man come from? Someone comes from!Pull him off for me...Ah?This... arrange the girl in the south courtyard room for me, and serve the food... and then bring the Yàn nest in the kitchen.
Although she is still naive in her age, her eyes are like water and her eyebrows are like picturesque. She is really a little fairy who has never heard of before. Feng Guihe is even a little incoherent.
In the first few days, Yan Fuqiong seemed to have entered another world. It seemed to be the legendary glory and wealth. There was no unpleasant fishy smell in the air, and all the food was exquisite and delicious. But after ten days, the initial excitement disappeared on her face, which made Feng Guihe actually become frightened and terrified.
Do you have any books to read?Yan Fuqiong asked, her tone was a bit like a lady questioning the servants.
But Feng Guihe immediately nodded and said: Yes, yes, there are some in the study...
It is just an oil shop owner who is ignorant of Ding, and the so-called study is just a storefront. There are only dozens of Four Books and Five Classics, Monsters, and Geography Travel Notes. However, Yan Fuqiong felt like he had a treasure. After doing his job well, he almost greedily buried all his spare time in the study and read every word carefully.
Yan Laoqi came here almost every five days, but he said hello to his daughter less and less. He was like Feng Gui and Master, like many years old friends, and every time he came out of someone's room, he would hum a small folk song with a smile.
Yan Fuqiong rarely speaks on weekdays, and others are ashamed of themselves and basically don’t have too much contact with her.
Is this a hiring maid or adopting a daughter Ah?
Since everyone can't get together, the old mother and the servants will naturally have some complaints.
Idiot, you are still a young master and a grandma. Look at the handsome appearance of that little fox, how many days do you think someone can have the maid’s name?
Yes, haha, but Xiaoyan seems to have entered the identity of a wife in the side room in advance.
You look like someone else, you are also a wife.
Haha, I want Xiao Yan’s little nose and mouth, and I want to be a wife to Old Fei Feng?There are more than a dozen or twenty young men in the town who are richer than him and younger and more handsome than him.
One night, the sky was low and the clouds were dark, which was suffocating. Yan Fuqiong had just put away the quilt in the yard and suddenly hugged a strong arm. She was so scared that her hair stood up and wanted to shout someone to help, but her mouth was immediately blocked by the greasy big hands.
Be careful, dear baby, give it to me, give it to me soon... I can't help it...
The breathing sounds heavy and terrifying, and the tone seems to be even more stinky than the salted fish hanging on the poles in the village!
It's Mr. Feng Guihe.
Yan Fuqiong was less than thirteen years old. Faced with the oppression of a middle-aged strong man of forty-eight, he had no way to resist. Fortunately, the wife's screaming call came from the Beifang side at this time.
snort!You guys cheated me up so much money, and I coaxed and scared me up early this morning, and he was so scared that he sold you. It was fifty taels of silver... Don't be afraid, the master just now was spoiling you and loving you, why are you crying?Feng Guihe's face turned red, thinking that the future was long, and she had time to enjoy Xiaoyan's tender body, so she tied her pants and went back to her room to serve her mother Yasha first.
Did your dearest dad sell himself?Sell Princess Qiong'er to an ugly old man who is over thirty years older than him?Just fifty taels?Just enough money for more than two years?
Yan Fuqiong felt what sadness was for the first time in his life.
Very interesting, right?The immortal of the Li Wu is like a ghost of nothingness, and he walked in from nowhere. The world is full of poles, all things and spirits are the most sinister and deceitful, and your little experience is only a drop in the bucket.
Yan Fuqiong didn't care where the master came out, she just wanted to cry.
Practice Wuxian Tao: Think back to what I taught you at the beginning, do whatever you think, there is no right or wrong, and follow the original in your heart, and you will get great freedom.
The beast tried to kill me...I... Yan Fuqiong lowered her head and said: Do I want his whole family to die?
Lian Wuxian waved his sleeves, and the scissors in the clothes drying basket rolled up to Yan Fuqiong with an invisible gentle breeze. He said in a very indifferent tone: You can kill them tonight, or you can be the shopkeeper's wife, and eat well from now on, and if you can give birth to a son, you may also be a wife. You can also go back to your hometown in southern Xinjiang to question your father, or steal some money to escape to the north of the Central Plains, which can be considered as seeing the world... How about it?It’s interesting to follow Yuanshi and decide your own destiny?
Yan Fuqiong shivered and raised her head and asked: Master Wuxian, who are you?
It was like an illusion, there was no trace of anyone in front of me, only a pair of black and sharp scissors.
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