Chapter 350 The cold prince’s brother kills everyone 45
When the servants heard the half-bald beauty speak, they were reluctant to continue, so they stepped forward to negotiate with Wanchang, "How much does this car cost? We want it."
Wan Fan said, "Thirty dollars."
The servant took out the money and gave fifteen dollars, "Go to our place to unload the goods."
Wan Fan didn't say much and drove the carriage leisurely away.
Fuchen climbed into the car window, pulled out his things, and covered them with a quilt.
When he went to the place to unload the goods, Fuchen sat on the quilt and said nothing.
The servant opened the car door and said, "Hey, why is it so much less? Thirty dollars for that? No way!"
The half-bald beauty glanced at Wanjian, smiled and slapped the person on the back of the head with the cow-bone fan, "Move as many as you can, so many words."
The servant rubbed the back of his head with confused eyes, but smiled and bowed to the half-bald beauty, "You are right, I will do it now."
Wan Fan did not move it, but watched the servants move it and kept an eye on it.
After unloading, the half-bald beauty stared at Wan Fan and said, "Handsome guy, if you have any difficulties, you can come to me." There was a hook in her eyes.
Wan Fan looked expressionless, thanked him, and pulled the carriage away. He first went to a clothing store and bought a thick cotton coat for Fu Chen, which cost him ten copper coins.
Kill the pig.
But there is no way, the boss is arrogant. This is the only clothing store on this street. If you eat alone, you will naturally slaughter the pig.
Wan Fan took the clothes and put them on Fuchen. Fuchen felt uncomfortable wearing the clothes and the clothes had a smell.
The smell of death, the damp and putrid smell that cannot be dissipated.
Fuchen frowned, "These are clothes taken off from a dead person."
This is the reason why the boss can squeeze out other shops, a business without capital.
Take off the floating dust and throw it aside.
Wan Fan turned around to return the clothes, but was pulled by Fu Chen. He glanced at the street. He was not sure whether the walls had ears. He changed his name anyway, "Daddy doesn't like to cause trouble. If he dares to sell like this, there is no reason to return it."
Wan Fan stared at Fu Chen and said nothing.
In this mainland country, people are being attacked on both sides.
Wan Fan drove the carriage away and went directly to the suburbs. It was sparsely populated and more or less free.
Ahead is a large patch of wild grass, with snakes, insects and toads calling in the grass.
The wind blew by, bringing with it a slight chill.
Wan Fan gathered firewood and lit a fire, and threw his cotton-padded clothes directly into the fire.
Unlucky stuff.
Fuchen unwrapped his own baggage, and found that the medicinal materials were somewhat mixed with the smell of cow dung, giving them a stench.
There's nothing we can do about it.
Fu Chen found the medicinal materials to be used and threw a ginseng into the pot. The water in the pot was bubbling.
Finally, Fuchen drank a small bowl.
"Don't you drink more?"
Fuchen shook his head. "I can't take that much. I can't take it. I can only drink a little. Brother, drink it."
She also wanted to take a bath.
Being mixed with cow dung these days, my hair and hair smell like cow dung.
Wan Fan drank a large bowl of ginseng soup and felt hot all over. He got up and left to find something to eat to relieve the taste.
Fuchen sat by the fire to keep warm.
As night falls, the sky becomes dark, with only a few cracks of white light.
Fuchen walked towards the carriage and prepared to wrap himself up in quilt.
A sound came from the grass.
Fuchen turned around and saw a figure rushing in front of him, covering his face with a handkerchief, picking him up and running away.
Fuchen immediately held his breath.
This smell... datura flower... smells like sweat medicine.
Fuchen immediately pretended to be poisoned by Datura and fainted.
The man hugged Fuchen and ran all the way to the woods, threw her into the donkey cart, covered Fuchen with a smelly quilt, and drove away. The sound of donkey hooves sounded.
Fuchen felt that he was finally a little warmer, so he touched his face, lay down a little, and breathed in some sweat medicine.
She studied in the witch clan and had a lot of exposure to various drugs. She also had ways to resist. There was a lot of datura pollen in the package. She still dismissed such charlatanism.
She was more curious about who was behind.
The quilt stinks, worse than cow dung.
The floating dust made me feel uncomfortable, so I quietly opened the quilt to let some air flow.
It bumped for more than half an hour, and there were voices all around. Finally, the car turned left and right, and the noise became quieter.
The donkey cart stopped.
Fuchen immediately pretended to sleep.
The visitor took Fuchen out and knocked on the back door, "Fresh goods. Little girl. Five or six years old."
The person who opened the door grabbed Fu Chen's face and looked left and right, "Not bad."
The two entered the house.
Fuchen quietly looked at the courtyard in the dark night, which was completely pale.
There are many dogs in the yard.
Entering the house, there were many children locked in cages.
Fuchen recognized the kidnapper as a vegetable seller during the day.
Bearing a grudge.
The vegetable seller placed the dust flat on the table.
The person who opened the door pulled off Fu Chen's unlined clothes and checked his body. "Hey, why is this engraved? He can't be a slave, right?"
The man grabbed Fuchen's arm and took a closer look.
As the character "Wanchang" grows up, the character also becomes somewhat deformed.
"Which country's name is this?" The person who opened the door immediately said sternly, "This is a slave who escaped from another country. The price must be cut in half."
"Huh? Cut it in half? I'll just keep it and be a slave!" The vegetable seller refused to work and was about to leave with Fuchen in his arms.
"Eh?" The person who opened the door stopped, "You are a regular customer. This girl looks nice. So, don't leave in a hurry. Wait until I finish reading."
The two took off Fuchen's pants again, and their eyes widened when they saw the bells on his feet.
A pair of brass bells.
"This girl's father loves her. This copper bell costs a lot of money. I need to pay more for this!" The vegetable seller called out the price.
Ordinary families will grit their teeth and give their children a pair of copper or silver bracelets, collars, and anklets to symbolize growing up safely.
The person who opened the door swung the gong, watching the copper tongue hit the copper but it didn't make a sound. He kept shaking, looking straight at it, and said, "So thin, with weak bones. There is a stench on his body. Although he looks better, he still has a bad smell."
It can only be considered a medium-quality product. This copper is not considered good copper, it is just coated with pulp. Look, it doesn’t make any sound.”
The vegetable seller didn't believe it and kept shaking.
He grabbed his two feet and kept shaking.
He wanted to take it out from Fuchen's toes, but he couldn't. The structure of the gong collar was a bit clever, and the vegetable seller couldn't open it by trying left and right, so he had to give up.
"No! No matter how you calculate it, it can't be less than twenty taels of silver. I heard that the palace is looking for a girl. Anyway, no one knows specifically. If you send this girl up and receive the silver reward, why can't it be too big?
Make a profit?" The vegetable seller was bargaining.
The man who opened the door laughed and said, "You really dare to ask for such a high price. This girl is so skinny and she is a runaway slave. So what if her father loves her? Will the buyer love us? How dare you make up random information after knowing a little bit of information from your future brother-in-law. It's random.
If you send it over, I'm afraid if you get the money, my head will fall on the ground. Want to receive the reward? You go alone!"
The person who opened the door turned his back and said firmly, "One price. One tael. Is there any more? If you don't want to please do it."
The vegetable seller hesitated, looked at Fuchen, walked over and was about to take him away.
The person who opened the door reminded, "I heard that you had a fight with someone today. Could this person be his child? He could escape from his master and ring a bell for this girl. Knowing that the child was lost, first of all
The first person who comes to mind is you."
The vegetable seller hesitated, then put it down.
"One or two. I'm still injured all over."
The man who opened the door sneered, "What does your injury have to do with me?" He took out a piece of broken silver from his pocket, and then took out ten copper coins, "This is a lot, just for the hard work. I will take care of more business in the future."
The vegetable seller was embarrassed. He took the money and turned around three times. He was pushed to the door by the person who opened the door.
As soon as the door closed, the vegetable seller walked quickly without any hesitation.
A medicine jar, he had never thought of keeping it himself.
