Feng Yong looked at the girl. Her hair was a little yellow and even knotted together in some places. Occasionally, there were lice crawling 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 is still in tatters and barefoot, and the original color of the skin can no longer be seen.
The only bright spot in her body was her eyes. I don't know whether they were originally big or were protruding because her face was too thin. They were big and black, and they were 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 raises chickens, and 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, this girl
He usually works hard and is not too old, so he will be well-trained after joining 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 boys? There is also the word "training", are you sure you are correct? What I originally meant was that I wanted a few boys to come into the house to help.
The one who started it.
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.
Therefore, 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 should make the decision.
Facts have proved that there is indeed a huge difference in thinking between Feng Yong and the ancients.
"A contract to sell oneself?!" Feng Yong's eyes widened, looking at the ugly-faced Yaman in front of him, then at the butler who was smiling with a matter-of-fact expression, and finally at Ding Er who was bending over, looking at him with fear that he might 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...a long-term 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
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 my 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. We'll 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 war and the destruction 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 food to eat. And for their children, the youngest in their family
My younger 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 butler's idea is even simpler. The secret technique of Zhujiweng cannot be spread 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 usually just signs a long contract. They won't sign a selling contract until they are forced to do so in 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.
But the girl child is different. Most people let the girl work in a rich family. As long as the price is right, she can sign a deed of sale. From then on, she becomes a member of the rich family. Life and death are decided by the master, 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 twisting impact that is completely opposite to that of later generations. Therefore, Feng Yong was hit a bit hard by this incident, and he felt that he needed to slow down, so
The next day he stayed in bed and didn't want to get up.
After the housekeeper called for a medical worker, the medical worker only said that he was overly worried and that everything else was fine and he just needed to rest and rest.
This made the housekeeper feel relieved, and he asked Yaomei, the youngest daughter of Ding Er's family, who had just arrived at Feng Mansion, to serve the master's family well, and then turned around and went out to work. The wheat was harvested, but there was still more to harvest in the next few days.
Renting a house, and then planting rice, this can be regarded as the busiest time of the year.
"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 her skinny little hands.
Twisting his clothes.
"Seductive?" Feng Yong asked strangely.
The housekeeper knew that his master had some unusual habits. For example, he loved cleanliness very much. The whole house must be clean, he had to wash his hands before eating, he had to bathe when he was dirty, etc. So this little girl was very clean all over her body.
He was washed several times before being sent to Feng Yong's bedside.
She had a new double-ringed bun on her head, and her clothes were new and fit her well. She was probably not used to wearing shoes, and her feet still retained the habit of being barefoot, constantly rubbing against each other. Compared with the sloppy look of the past few days,
Nowadays, she is said to be two completely different people, or she looks like a human being. Even so, Feng Yong can'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 lowered her head in a panic and said softly: "I can have enough food in my house, but I don't have enough food at home. My clothes are nice, but I still miss my family a little."
She is indeed a smart girl who can talk. This may be because the housekeeper taught her how to talk.
Maybe they are all right. She is luckier than others when she enters the mansion. At least she doesn't have to worry about food and clothing. As for whether she can't control her life or death, is it possible that in this world, people outside can live and die by themselves?
Feng Yong smiled to himself. He was still too naive. History was moving forward, and what was he worth under the wheel of history? Self-pity and self-pity were just like a lunatic in the eyes of others.
Thinking of this, he consciously regained some strength. Feng Yong lay down halfway 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 touched it too... and killed all the flies directly."
You 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. When we were at home, we even fed flies to ants."
"That's good. You go and ask the cook for a bowl of bran, mix some flour in it and mix it with water. It will be of great use to me, do you understand?"
"Yes, my servant has written it down."
Yaomei turned around to go out, but suddenly thought of something, turned around in a panic, performed a very irregular maid ceremony, 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 knew that he was not sick physically. The way he looked, he said that being artistic was a mental illness. To put it harshly, it was actually his own pretentious disease. He was being pretentious because he couldn't overcome the hurdle in his heart for a while.
Since I wasn't sick, lying in bed pretending to be sick was actually quite tiring. These days, there was no air conditioning, and the room was stuffy and hot. I couldn't stay any longer, so I stood up and started to get 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 come in and out freely.
There is not much else in Feng Mansion, but there are many houses.