The first free king of Tang Dynasty

Chapter 22 The old housekeeper

When the eyes of the two collided, the pupils of the old man curled up in the corner suddenly shrank.

The chapped lips slowly opened wide, staring at Tang Sufan's face as if he was dreaming.

Slowly, a dry voice came out of the old man's throat: "Master...Master?"

Tang Sufan raised his brows, and the words "Master" immediately touched the memory in his heart.

This old man seems to be Zhang Wen, the housekeeper of the family before time travel.

From the time I remember when I was born, a kind, kind, energetic old man appeared in my memory.

My parents are busy in and out because of business matters, and my life is also taken care of by Zhang Wen.

The old housekeeper, Zhang Wen, is said to be a refugee picked up by his parents on the way to do business. His children all died in the war in the former Sui Dynasty.

Seeing that he was pitiful, and that Zhang Wen could read and write, his parents brought him back and signed slavery with the dental firm, and became the housekeeper of the family.

Since coming to the house, the old man has also done his best, is loyal, and has been doing chores for the family wholeheartedly.

But after his family fell into ruin, he wandered around the world, and when he came back, it turned out that the servants at home also went their separate ways and did not hear from each other.

I didn't expect to meet the old housekeeper who treated me as my own in this slave market today.

No wonder the old man gave himself a feeling of deja vu.

Tang Sufan asked the old man uncertainly, "Wen, Uncle Wen? Is that you?"

When the old man curled up in the corner heard the sound of Wenbo, hot tears immediately moistened his dry and thin old face.

"Master, it's an old slave, it's an old slave!!"

Zhang Wen was so excited that his whole body trembled, his blurred eyes fixed on Tang Sufan's Yushu Linfeng figure, the young man who was not as tall as his shoulders back then has changed a lot now!
Then he used his hands and feet, trying to get up from the ground.

Tang Sufan hurried over and supported him.

Zhang Wen subconsciously wanted to hide, not because he was afraid of Tang Sufan, but because he was too dirty and afraid of getting the young master's clothes dirty, but Tang Sufan had already supported him first.

With a trembling voice, Zhang Wen looked at Tang Sufan's face and said, "Master, I didn't expect... this old slave can still see you in this life..."

Tang Sufan quickly asked again: "Uncle Wen, why are you in this slave market?"

"Cough! Cough!!"

Zhang Wen held his chest and coughed a few times, then said hoarsely and slowly: "Young master, you left after the accident happened to the master and wife. Later, a group of thieves came to the house and ransacked the house. The old slave As a last resort, all the servants were dismissed, and the old house was taken over by the government."

"But the old slave is just a slave, unable to earn a living. Later, because he offended someone, his left foot was broken and he was sold into the slave market."

Tang Sufan glanced at Zhang Wen's left foot, which was already crippled.

"Slaves like this old slave are useless to buy. With the old slave's ability to read and write, he helped people who bought and sold slaves read some documents, so they were left in this slave market for the time being. I thought I wouldn't survive this year, but my old slave Tian Changyan can make the old servant take another look at the young master, cough, cough..."

"Okay, Wen Bo, don't talk about it, you are suffering from the cold~"

Tang Sufan patted Zhang Wen's old back. There are no antibiotics these days, and it might be fatal if he catches a cold.

"Young Master, this old slave is content with just one look at you."

Tang Sufan looked at the old man who took care of him distressedly, and said, "Uncle Wen, since I found you, you can go back with me."

The reason why he didn't find someone before was because he was always on guard against people's hearts, and he couldn't find someone he trusted to manage all the things at home.

Since he was the old housekeeper of his own family, Tang Sufan could trust him no matter what.

Not to mention other things, just based on the hard work he has done to his family, he should also support this old man who is like his elder.

Wiping the tears from the corners of his eyes with Zhang Wen's withered hands, he quickly refused: "No, no, young master, the old slave is just a useless person now, and going back will only waste food, and it will only add burden to the young master."

Tang Sufan comforted in a low voice: "Uncle Wen, don't worry, I have already bought the old house, and I don't worry about leaving the family affairs to others. You have helped me by going back."

When Zhang Wen heard it, it turned out that the young master was so capable that he even bought back the original old house. How happy the master and wife would be if they found out.

For a while, Zhang Wen, who was speechless with excitement, left another line of tears.

Tang Sufan recruited the chubby steward just now, and directly asked to redeem Zhang Wen's slave status.

The steward was also happy when he heard that, this old thing is too old to hold up, and he is still disabled, no one is willing to buy him.

If it wasn't for him being able to read and eat less, the slave market wouldn't have kept him. Now that someone is willing to take him in, naturally the manager is happy to do so.

"Don't worry, my lord, this old man is not worth much, five hundred Wen is enough."

As far as the price is concerned, the price offered by the steward is definitely high. Even if you ask someone else for a price of one hundred yuan, no one else is willing to buy such an old man back.

Moreover, Zhang Wen is not considered a formally recorded slave in the tooth shop. As long as he does something himself, the money this time is nothing more than a small wave of windfall made by himself.

Tang Sufan didn't know that much, so without further ado, he took out a tael of silver from his wallet and threw it to him, and generously said that he didn't need to look for it.

Le's fat butler happily recruited a confidant boy and asked him to secretly bring over Zhang Wen's slave.

Zhang Wen saw that his young master just threw a tael of silver over, and said distressedly: "Master, it's not worth it for a useless old slave."

Tang Sufan waved his hand and said grandly: "Don't worry, Uncle Wen, you have taken care of me for many years, and you always have money, nothing trivial. Besides, I have money now, so it doesn't matter."

After a while, the boy brought Zhang Wen's old and yellowed slave registration to Tang Sufan.

"Wen Bo, you rest for a while, I will pick some people to take back with me, I will open a tavern later, it is time to hire people."

Afterwards, Tang Sufan quickly selected a few young and strong slaves, and carefully selected eight good-looking and good-looking slaves.

The fat steward only wanted to ask for a price, and as long as it wasn't too much, Tang Sufan didn't bother to bargain.

After almost emptying the money bag, it can be regarded as buying the dozen or so slaves.

The fat manager was so happy that he couldn't close his mouth, and he said in his heart that he had a good vision and met such a stupid big man.

"Liu Xiao, go and rent two carriages for me later, and take them to the tavern. Wenbo can share a carriage with me later."

The group of slaves standing in a row stared blankly at the same time. They had never received such treatment since they became slaves.

Renting a carriage for slaves, this one-handed operation even confused the cheerful fat steward for a while, but who cares, it's not spending his own money anyway.

"Stop hitting, please stop hitting!!"

"Stop fighting! Stop fighting!"

Tang Sufan, who hadn't finished dealing with the pile of things in front of him, suddenly heard the cries of a woman and a little girl in the distance of the market.

This kind of beating and scolding of slaves is very common here. The fat steward glanced at it and ignored it, thinking secretly how much money he could make from this stupid big man this time.

Tang Sufan glanced at it, and asked with a slight frown, "What's going on over there?"

After the fat steward heard this, he quickly replied: "My lord doesn't know something, maybe that steward Cui is beating and scolding the servant again, it's not a big deal."

　Why did the monthly pass increase slowly? I don’t know how the monthly pass is calculated. It seems that rewards, red envelopes and so on are also counted, and direct votes are also counted. But why I don’t have any news here ヾ(｀.ヾ)
　　
　
(End of this chapter)