When I walked to the old man's side, I saw that although the old man's appearance was simple, his body was very clean. It was obvious that the young man wiped it for him from time to time, which showed that the young man was quite filial.
For a moment, Wei Yang was quite optimistic about this young man. He put his hand on the old man's wrist. It was true that as Lao Fan said, his pulse was coming and going.
Although Wei Yang is only a spiritual disciple and does not treat others' illnesses or injuries, he can still check whether the other person's life aura is strong or weak by simply looking at the pulse, and thus determine how long the other person has.
"Lao Fan, here, I'll give you these ten pieces of gold."
After shaking his head slightly and getting up, Wei Yang still couldn't bear it when he saw the young man's pleading look. He finally made the decision to buy the two of them.
"What? Isn't it right?" Lao Fan was obviously confused. He stretched out his hand to check on the old man, stood up and looked at Wei Yang, with a hint of admiration in his eyes.
"Qin Chengzhi, why don't you make a contract and recognize your master?"
"No, I want to see my grandpa wake up, or else?"
"Bastard, this is a favor given to you by the young man, and you are not satisfied? You are really stupid."
"Forget it, Lao Fan, do you mind sending someone to send the two of them to Zheng Sanqiu? I can also take a look at those ordinary slaves, so as not to delay our transaction."
"Ah, young man, that's right. Chengzhi is yours now? Look at me, what are you doing? I'm so rude. I'm so rude."
"I don't mean that, Lao Fan. I'm really in a hurry and don't have time to waste time with this little guy. I bought him because of his filial piety. As for the old man, you gave it to them for free. Even if you let them go, it won't matter.
It’s no big deal.”
Wei Yang shook his head slightly and walked directly downstairs. But after saying this, all the slaves' eyes lit up and they all begged Wei Yang to buy them. As the saying goes, loyal slaves are hard to find, and a good master is even more difficult to find.
It's hard to find such a kind master, and no slave would want to follow him.
Ignoring everyone's noise, Wei Yang walked directly out of the small building. Someone fetched the slave deed and delivered it to Wei Yang through Lao Fan. The slave deed was two jade talismans. This was the first time Wei Yang had seen it.
This slave contract is not simple. Most of the slave contracts of secular people are made of bamboo slips. The slave contracts of spiritual disciples are made of jade. The contract of heaven contained in it will be instantly killed once the holder is crushed.
"Old Fan, did you ever take the nine belts and one belt you said seriously?"
"Seriously." Lao Fan gritted his teeth and immediately accepted this dumb loss. Who made him anxious? However, although Lao Fan was a slave trader, he always valued the promise and did not want to lose his credibility.
"Haha, I won't lie to you. How many people are there in these slave farms? You don't need to count the old, weak, women and children. You give us a combined price and we can trade directly."
"The whole clan? Xiao Langjun, are you telling the truth?"
"That's right. It also allows them not to worry about their wives, children, parents, and allows them to work for me with all their heart."
Seeing the confused slaves in their eyes, a bright light erupted in his eyes, looking here longingly. At this, Wei Yang secretly nodded. A little money can make them treat themselves as human beings, which is considered a good decision.
Of course, this is because Wei Yang does not want to establish any kind of friendship with this old Fan. The other party's behavior is very obvious, that is, he wants to be associated with the Yuwen family. And he does not want to return to the family, let alone interfere with anything in the family?
Who is willing to accept Lao Fan's flattery?
"Steward, let's do some calculations. Mr. Xiaolang, I..."
"No need for preferential treatment, Lao Fan. I can't decide the Yuwen family's affairs, and I won't be able to help you. Let's treat it as a transaction, as long as you give me fairness."
Seeing Lao Fan still trying to find out his identity, Wei Yang smiled slightly and spoke bluntly to the other party. A look of loneliness appeared on the other party's face. Knowing that the other party was unwilling to take action, Wei Yang shook his head slightly and waved to the steward.
"Shopkeeper, there are 976 strong slaves, 1018 female slaves, 841 old and young, a total of 2835 people. Should we calculate it according to 246, or according to?"
"Three five seven."
At the price Tuoba Yueqin mentioned at the beginning, one spiritual silver could buy three strong men or five women. The three to five seven must refer to the young and old. Wei Yang nodded at Lao Fan. It seemed that the other party still gave it.
Myself, it’s a very big discount.
After spending nearly 750 pieces of spiritual silver, these 2835 slaves were officially declared to be his. Although the number of people seemed to be large and the cost was not large, the amount was still too small for the Immortal Mansion.
As for the money in this world, Wei Yang also needs to have a specific concept. It seems that spiritual gold is indeed valuable, and he dare not ignore the value of this spiritual gold.
"Young Master, if you need food, I can also give you some of it. It's definitely the lowest price. I don't dare to deceive you."
Lao Fan was still unwilling to give up and wanted to make good friends with Wei Yang. According to the agreement between the two parties, he sent the person directly to Zheng Sanqihang, turned around and stopped Wei Yang who was about to leave, and provided him with a convenience.
"Xiao Langjun, the price of grain in the rice store in Qianli City is much higher than that in the Central Plains. We, Zheng Sanqi, can also provide some, but the amount we can mobilize can only supply these slaves. Three days' worth of food.
Required.”
"Old Fan, I have a lot of meat in my hand, which can sustain them for half a month. Don't hide some things, which makes people uncomfortable. Just tell them what you have to say. I may not be able to give you any help."
"Young Master, please let me speak to you in detail, can you?"
Wei Yang nodded, and the two of them came to the second floor of the same building. After everyone was asked to leave, Lao Fan slowly spoke: "Young Master, you are quick to speak, and you are indeed a cheerful person. My master wants to join Li Tang.
But Kun has no way, so I would like to ask Mr. Xiaolang to be a lobbyist, and Mr. Sanlang to come forward and help my master build a bridge, can you?"
"Who is your master?"
After hearing what the other party said, it seemed that Sanbo Yuwenshiji had established a foothold in Li Tang. In this way, Wei Yang felt at ease, and the Yuwen family would not lose its inheritance.
But Wei Yang didn't care about this matter. After all, the family's changes were closely related to Li Tang? He was just curious about who Lao Fan's master was.
"My master is Zhu Liang, Huangmen's minister, who is under the clan of Xue Ju, the overlord of the Western Qin Dynasty."
"Zhu Liang?"
"Huh, Fan Tong, what do you mean by this? I guess you are not just looking for lobbyists? There are also unknown secrets, right?"
Before the other party could speak again, Zheng Laoshi suddenly stood up and glared at Lao Fan with a glare that was enough to erupt with two gleams of coldness, making Lao Fan sit uneasy and hurriedly stood up and handed over his hands to accuse him.
Rice bucket? What’s this name? Absolutely. Wei Yang was quite interested. Looking at the cross-eyed look of the two men, he didn’t know the mystery behind it. He could only wait and see what happened.
"Brother Zheng, listen to what I have to say. How dare I deceive Mr. Young Master? Be patient and don't be impatient. Be patient and don't be impatient."
After Lao Fan stood up, he first held up his hands and apologized several times. With an extremely miserable expression on his face, he hurriedly explained to Zheng Laoshi, fearing that his actions would arouse the hatred of the other party.
