"Senior Sister Qin Shuang, you are here, Junior Brother Zhexuzi is polite."

The fat man looked horizontally and vertically and saw a gas tank. If it was dark and he lay on the ground, you couldn't tell which was the head and which was the tail.

Seeing Qin Shuang, he smiled and his tongue couldn't help but lick the saliva at the corner of his mouth.

But the fat man smiled so cutely.

"From the future, there will be one more person in the vegetable garden." Qin Shuang finished speaking coldly, and stopped, the white silk retreated lightly, and Han Sanqian returned to his freedom.

Seeing Han Sanqian, Zhe Xuzi looked at him, and his eyes flashed with disdain, and he looked at Qin Shuang with a smile on his face: "Senior sister, isn't it just a slave in the vegetable garden? You said it, I'll just go and pick it up in person. I'll give it to you personally."

After saying that, Zhexu Zi, Huxu, Huxu, rushed to Han Sanqian in front of him, and slapped Han Sanqian in the head: "Let your grandson bother my senior sister."

Han Sanqian was very depressed. What the hell does this have to do with me?!

After filming Han Sanqian, Zhexuzi changed his face as if he was performing, and immediately made a smile on his face: "Senior sister, since you are here, why don't you bring some peaches to eat? The peaches in the orchard have just ripe recently, but they are tender and tight!"

"No need, I have something to do, I will leave this slave to you." Qin Shuang said coldly, turned around and left.

Looking at Qin Shuang's back, Zhexuzi's saliva fell half a foot long. After he was sure that the person had walked away, he came to his senses. He waved his hand and wiped the falling saliva, glared at Han Sanqian: "Look at it, look, and then look at it that poked your dog's eyes!"

"Come with me!"

With a angrily shout, Zhexuzi led Han Sanqian to the thatched house in the vegetable garden.

The thatched house is built around, like a large courtyard. In the courtyard, there is a thin black guy, as black as charcoal and as thin as firewood. At this time, he is raising an axe to chop firewood. There is also a fat guy, a small version of the Zhexuzi, but he can distinguish his head and feet, looks honest and has three layers of swimming rings on his belly.

"Come here." Zhexuzi waved his hand, and Xiao Heishu and Xiao Fatty quickly put down the work in their hands and ran over.

"Senior Brother Rushou!" the two of them said respectfully in unison.

"A new slave is here, hey, what's your name?"

"Han Sanqian!"

Zhexuzi nodded: "From today on, you will be a slave in the vegetable garden. Slaves have three requirements. First, work at sunrise and rest at sunset every day. Second, you cannot approach the Peak Hall without permission. Third, the remaining rights of interpretation belong to me."

When he heard the third line, Xiao Hei Shou and Xiao Fatty lowered their heads with obvious loss, while Zhe Xuzi looked proud and proud.

Han Sanqian understood the meaning of this sentence. He was the king of earth here. Whatever he said, that was what it was.

"The thin one is called Zhang Jin, and the fat one is called Huahua. From now on, you will be slave friends. Huahua. Take this guy to get clothes and labor. Zhang Jin, prepare me some food. I'm hungry."

After saying that, Zhexuzi was heading towards the thatched hut in the middle.

"In the vegetable garden, there is the fruit garden on the east side, the vegetable garden on the south side, the livestock garden on the west side, and the water garden on the north side. In addition to working in the vegetable garden, we can only go back to the thatched hut and cannot go anywhere at will." Fuhua led Han Sanqian into a thatched hut on the west side, with his big belly.

"By the way, Han Sanqian, how much did you buy it?" Fuhua asked suddenly.

"money?"

"Or, you can buy yours with whatever goods."

"A bottle of green jade energy bottle, no... it should be half a bottle." Han Sanqian answered honestly.

It seems like I am a bottle, but if I buy one get one free, I seem to be only worth half a bottle.

"Damn..." After hearing this, Fuhua looked at Han Sanqian like a ghost: "Is your family very poor?"

In the world of eight directions, there are many strong people, but there are also many weak people. No world can be separated from the principle of pyramids. Here, no one can eat ordinary foods, but they also need to eat food from the world of eight directions. These foods contain trace amounts of energy. If no one eats it, it is equivalent to humans not eating it.

However, in society where the strong prey on the weak, the strong can plunder, and the weak can only be plundered. The polarization of the world in all directions is even greater than that of the Earth and Xuanyuan world.

The weak are even weaker, and many poor families eventually end up selling themselves in order to survive.

This is the case with the vanity. The family is poor, but this kid is very edible. In desperation, his family said that selling it to the Xuwu Sect as a slave can not only make up for the family, but also not have to starve this kid to death. This is a better way.

But being a slave is a lifelong thing after all, so the price is naturally not low.

But the slave who bought half of the green energy bottle is unheard of. Take him, the lowest-level slave for example. After converting the currency of the Eight-World World, he can exchange it for about three bottles of green jade energy bottles, and three thousand and a half bottles of Han?!

"Okay, okay, just have you, I won't have to be at the bottom in the future." After being shocked, Fuhua said happily again.

“According to your price, you only wear slave uniforms No. 9999.”

Han Sanqian frowned and asked tentatively: "What number are you?"

“No. 102.”
Chapter completed!