Chapter 10 Deed of Sale
Feng Yong looked at the girl. Her hair was a little yellow and even knotted together in some places. Occasionally, lice crawled in and out. Her face was dark and she was obviously malnourished. She was wearing clothes that didn't fit well and were too fat. Not to mention, it was still in tatters, and the feet were bare, and the original color of the skin could no longer be seen.
The only bright spot in her body is her eyes. I don’t know whether they are big originally or because her face is too thin. They are big and black. They are looking at Feng Yong with frightened eyes.
This is called good-looking? Feng Yong felt sad.
The housekeeper came close to Feng Yong and whispered in Feng Yong's ear: "Master is raising chickens. If you want to find someone to help you, this girl is good. She is better than the boy. You don't have to worry about the secrets of the house being leaked. The old servant has asked about this girl. He usually works hard and is not too old, so he was just in time to train him when he entered the mansion."
Did I understand something wrong? Or did the housekeeper understand something wrong? Why is it better for girls to enter the house than for boys? There is also the word "training", are you sure you are correct? What I originally meant was that I wanted a few young guys to come into the house and help.
It was difficult to refute the butler's words. More importantly, Feng Yong had no idea about the various rules of this era. He was finally treated as a normal person. He didn't want to be thought of as crazy again.
So under normal circumstances, the butler's opinion is very important. Feng Yong also felt that there was not much difference between girls and boys. Although he was a little confused, he nodded to indicate to the butler that he would make the decision.
Facts have proved that there is indeed a huge difference in thinking between Feng Yong and the ancients.
"Selling contract?!" Feng Yong's eyes widened, he looked at the ugly Yaren in front of him, then at the butler with a smile of a matter-of-fact expression, and finally at Ding Er who was bent over, looking at him with fear for fear that he would regret it, feeling This world is too crazy.
“You mean, you want to sell your daughter?” Feng Yong pointed at Ding Er and asked through gritted teeth.
"Master...if the master doesn't want to, then...the long contract is also possible." Ding Er shrank his head and whispered, looking at Feng Yong's cannibalistic eyes, he took a step back again, "Then the short contract ?”
"What did you say? What about a long contract and a short contract? If you really want to sign this, why bother Yaren?" The butler smiled, but his tone was unquestionable. He retorted to Ding Er and looked at Feng Er. Yong, I am very confused. Could it be that the Lord will suffer from hysteria again at this time?
Feng Yong opened his mouth and was about to speak when he saw the worried look in the butler's eyes. He suddenly thought that this was a semi-slave era. He finally closed his eyes and waved his hands feebly, "I'm a little tired. Let's talk about this later. "
People with mental disorders have no human rights. Although Feng Yong said to wait, the housekeeper still bought Ding Er's daughter on his own initiative.
Looking at the little girl pitifully pulling on the corner of her father's clothes, her eyes full of begging and fear, but the father could only bend down and hug the child, comforting the girl, and at the same time told her to listen carefully to the master's words. , Feng Yong only felt that he had committed a heinous crime, because he was the beast that separated other people's flesh and blood.
In this era of continuous wars and the devastation of countless lives, Ding Er's family is still lucky. At least they can rent land from the landlord's family, and the whole family can barely have enough to eat. As for the children in their family, their youngest sister is even more lucky to be able to work in a wealthy family and have no worries about food and clothing. This is what most people think.
The housekeeper’s idea is even simpler. The secret technique of Zhujiweng cannot be passed on to outsiders. If the Lord wants someone to do it, it can only be someone from the mansion, and it must be a complete person from the mansion.
When a boy comes to work in the house, the family will usually sign a long contract. They will not sign a selling contract until they are forced to do so at the end. Once the secret technique of Zhujiweng is leaked, in the view of the housekeeper, it will definitely be ruined for the Feng family. Sexual blow.
The girl child is different. Most families let the girl work for a wealthy family. As long as the price is right, she can sign a deed of sale. From then on, she becomes a member of the wealthy family. Her life and death are decided by the family, and there is no worry about leaking secrets.
Feng Yong's nerves are very tough, otherwise he would not have found a way to survive after being reincarnated into this completely unfamiliar era, and after being regarded as a lunatic by the people around him, he also found a way to reverse others' treatment of him under tremendous pressure. impression.
But no matter how tough his nerves are, he can't stand this kind of twisted impact that is completely opposite to what he will experience in later life. Therefore, Feng Yong was hit a bit hard by this incident. He felt that he needed to slow down a bit, so he stayed in bed the next day and didn't want to get up.
After the housekeeper called for the doctor, the doctor only said that he was overly worried and that everything else was fine and he just needed to rest and rest.
"What's your name?" Feng Yong asked weakly as he lay on the bed and looked at the little girl who had been redressed.
"I...my name is...oh, no, when I go back to the master's house, my slave girl's name is Yaomei. That's what everyone calls me at home." The little girl looked very nervous and in a hurry. She lowered her head and kept twisting her skinny little hands. Clothes corners.
“Charming?” Feng Yong asked strangely.
The housekeeper knows that his master has some unusual habits, such as being extremely clean, the whole house must be clean, washing hands before eating, bathing when dirty, etc. So the little girl's whole body was washed several times before being sent to Feng Yong's bedside.
She has a new double-ringed bun on her head, and her clothes are new and fit her well. She is probably not used to wearing shoes, and her feet still retain the habit of being barefoot, constantly rubbing against each other. Compared with the sloppy appearance of the past few days, she is now a completely different person, or she looks like a human being. Even so, Feng Yong couldn't see anything charming about her.
“After entering the mansion, do you still miss your home?”
Yaomei raised her head and looked at Feng Yong, then hurriedly lowered her head and said softly: "I can have enough food at home, but not enough at home. My clothes are nice, but I still miss my family a little."
She is indeed a smart girl who can speak. This may be because the housekeeper taught her how to speak.
Perhaps they are all right. She is luckier than others after entering the mansion. At least she doesn't have to worry about food and clothing. As for the fact that life and death cannot be controlled by oneself, is it possible that in this world, the life and death of outsiders can be controlled by oneself?
Feng Yong smiled to himself, he was still too naive. History is rolling forward, but what do you mean if you are under the wheel of history? Self-pity and self-pity are just like lunatics in the eyes of others.
Thinking of this, Feng Yong regained some strength, half-lying down, and asked, "Do you dare to catch flies?"
"Ah?" Yaomei raised her head, obviously not following Feng Yong's thinking, and murmured in reply, "My servant has never caught flies, only grasshoppers, crickets, and also birds, fish, and shrimps. I've also touched it... and killed all the flies directly."
Can't tell that this is still a little girl.
Feng Yong couldn't help but laugh, "Are you afraid of flies?"
Yaomei shook her head: "My servant is not afraid. I even fed flies to ants at home."
“That’s good, go and ask the cook for a bowl of bran, mix some flour in it, and mix it well with water. I’ll be of great use to you, do you understand?”
“Yes, my servant has written it down.”
Yaomei turned to go out, but suddenly thought of something, turned around in a panic, performed a very irregular maid salute, and then hurried out the door.
To raise maggots, you need flies. Without fly eggs, where would the maggots come from?
Of course Feng Yong knows that he is not sick physically. The way he looks, it is a disease of his heart to be artistic. To put it harshly, it is actually a disease of his own pretentiousness. It was hypocritical to not be able to overcome the hurdle in my heart for a while.
Since I'm not sick, lying in bed pretending to be sick is actually quite tiring. These days, there's no air conditioning, and the room is stuffy and hot. I can't stay any longer, so I stand up and start getting dressed.
Use bait to attract flies to lay eggs. The first generation of maggots produced is not clean. The first generation of flies must be strictly controlled, and then the second generation of maggots will be produced. This will continue until the third or fourth generation. Feel free to use it. The most important thing in this production process is to have a room where flies cannot enter and exit freely.
There is not much else in Feng Mansion, but there are many houses.
(End of this chapter)