Daughter of aristocratic family

Chapter 3 Encounter on the road
  The next day, Mrs. 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 main 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, where official slaves are sold, that is, slaves of officials who have committed crimes are escorted back to the slave market for sale.

For example, after the Fan family was ransacked, most of the servants in the house 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, Hong Chang, Xi Niangzi and others in the family were bought by Zhao Cui 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, don't you mean that slaves like this bear the brand of the original owner and will act in the style of the original owner. It will be more difficult to correct their bad habits."

"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 get hurt."

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

"As long as you use these official slaves properly, they are no worse than those trained by yourself."

"They are also pitiful people. As long as they don't betray their master or harm their master, those who can be considerate should 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."

"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.

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

"My grandma knows me well." 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 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 food is so tempting.

"Boss, how do you sell this?" Zhao Wangshu asked while swallowing his saliva.

"The plain ones are made with one copper plate and three sticks, and the meat ones are made with one copper plate and one stick."

"I want two copper plates of plain food and three copper plates of meat dishes, put them in banana bowls 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." Looking 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 her purse, just five pebbles for playing catch-the-stone game. If they were lost, they were lost. Zhao Wangshu didn't care too much. She was in a hurry 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 that he had seen from a distance in Wulipo that day. Today he was still wearing a dark-colored mysterious clothes.

From a distance, you can already see that he is unparalleledly handsome, but from a closer look, his fair face reveals an angular and cold look, and his deep black eyes contain a sharp light.

The body is tall, but not rough, and very well-proportioned.

He looks young, but his temperament is calm.

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's in your purse?" The young man 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 it, you made a mistake."

It's really unlucky to be caught stealing rocks.

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

"Sir, wait a moment."

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.

"With a little effort." The young man in Xuanyi frowned when he saw the person in front of him, his eyes were slightly red, and he looked pitiful. When the words came to his lips, he changed his words, "My 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.

Seeing her return, Mrs. Zhao Cui asked: "Why have you been gone for so long?"

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

"Let's go, drive the car more steadily." Mrs. Zhao Cui asked the driver to continue moving forward.

"Grandma, please 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.

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

Unable to resist her granddaughter, Mrs. Zhao Cui finally ate the skewer 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.

Mrs. Zhao Cui took Zhao Wangshu to the old maid stall first. They said they were old maids, but in fact, most of these maids were between thirty and forty-five years old. They were not 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'd like to say hello to you two."

"My boss, you don't have to be polite. I brought my granddaughter here today to choose two useful mothers-in-law." Mrs. Zhao Cui said with a smile.

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

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

People were being sold as commodities. 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, and then 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.

Mrs. Zhao Cui also remembered Lady Buckwheat, so she asked the middle-aged man, "How much money does she have?"

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