Dreaming back to the Qing Dynasty: Die Luo Chuchen

Chapter 1084
However, right now they have more headaches than me, because they can't take me through the city gate, and they are angry and anxious because they can't get the money.

"Brother, we have to think of a way as soon as possible. That Tibetan guy doesn't seem to believe us. If he doesn't hand over people, he will leave!"

"That's right, the rumors are tight recently, so it's not a problem to keep her forever. The officials will search for her soon. If the officers and soldiers find her, we buddies will be finished."

The leader boss gritted his teeth and said: "If you can't leave the city, find a way to solve it on the spot!"

I was taken aback by what the man said, how do they want to solve it on the spot?Someone stepped forward and kicked me, "Do you want to give her something to eat, is she starving to death?"

"I will shoot at night, leave it to others to solve it. Let's go, let's go drink." Hearing they closed the door and left, I opened my eyes and sat up with difficulty to rest against the wall.Tonight... where will they sell me?I thought feebly.

At night, they came again, put me in a cloth bag and carried me to the carriage. After shaking for a while, they carried me and threw me to a new place.On the way, I seemed to hear them talking to a person who couldn't speak very fluently. I also heard the shaking of paper, as if they were counting silver tickets.

I was afraid that I would fall into the hands of the villains, so I struggled anxiously. After they left, someone came over and untied the mouth of the cloth bag. Finally, I could see with my eyes, and the cloth in my mouth was also taken away. The person in front of him turned out to be...a foreigner!
I stared blankly at him with wide eyes, speechless for a long time.

Fortunately, at least those people didn't sell me to a brothel or some dirty place, but what would a foreigner buy me for?
This man was very handsome, in his twenties or so.He was wearing a very western vest and a black tuxedo, which showed from top to bottom that he was a well-bred person.When I was looking at him, he was also looking at me strangely, took out a handkerchief from his pocket and handed it over, I took it and wiped my face and returned it to him, "Thank you."

"What's your name?"

He stretched out his hand to untie the rope that tied me, and his fair skin was strangled with red marks, and some places were bloodshot. I stroked my painful wrist and looked around. The room was very large, and everything around me was very Westernized. Occasionally, you can see a few oriental works of art.

What I saw reassured me a little, since he is a well-cultivated person, he should be easy to talk to.

(End of this chapter)