Feng Yong looked at the girl, her hair was a little yellow, and some places were even knotted together, occasionally lice crawled in and out, her face was black, obviously malnourished, she was wearing clothes that didn't fit well, too fat, not to mention, and tattered, barefoot, and she couldn't see the original skin color.

The only bright spot in the whole body was the eyes, I don't know if they were originally big or because the face was too thin and prominent, they were big and dark, and they were looking at Feng Yong with a frightened gaze.

Is this called good-looking? Feng Yong felt a burst of sadness.

The housekeeper leaned into Feng Yong's ear and whispered: "The lord raises chickens, if you want to find someone to help, this female baby is good, better than the male baby, don't worry about the secrets in this house leaking out." The old servant inquired, this girl usually works hard, and her age is not too big, so she entered the house just to train. ”

Am I misunderstanding something? Or did the housekeeper misunderstand something? Why is it better for girls to go to the house than boys? And the word femdom, are you sure you don't say it wrong? I originally meant that I wanted a few half-boys to come into the house to help out.

It's hard to refute the housekeeper's words, and more importantly, Feng Yong doesn't have much concept of the rules of this era at all, and he is finally reluctantly treated back to a normal person, he doesn't want to be considered crazy again. So under normal circumstances, the housekeeper's opinion is very important, Feng Yong also felt that there was not much difference between girls and boys, although he had some doubts in his heart, he nodded and signaled the housekeeper to call the shots.

Facts have proved that Feng Yong and the ancients do have too huge differences in thinking.

"Deed of Sale?!" Feng Yong's eyes widened, looking at the ugly-looking tooth man in front of him, then at the housekeeper with a smile on his face, and finally at Ding Er, who was bent over, looking at himself with fear that he would regret it, feeling that this world was too crazy.

"What do you mean, you're going to sell your daughter?" Feng Yong pointed at Ding Er and asked through gritted teeth.

"Lord...... If the Lord is unwilling, then ...... That long deed is also possible. Ding Er shrank his head, said in a low voice, looked at Feng Yong's eyes that were eager to eat people, and took a step back again, "That short contract? ”

"What did you say? What is a long contract and a short contract? If you really want to sign this, what do you want to bother the tooth man to do? The housekeeper had a smile on his face, but his tone was unquestionable, he refuted Ding Er's sentence, his eyes looked at Feng Yong, he was very puzzled, could it be that the lord was going to have 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 half-slave era, and finally closed his eyes and waved his hand weakly, "I'm a little tired, I'll talk about this matter later." ”

People with abnormal nerves have no human rights, although Feng Yong said to wait and see, but the housekeeper still bought Ding Er's daughter on his own initiative.

Seeing the little girl pitifully pulling the corner of her father's clothes, her eyes were full of begging and fear, but the father could only bend down and hug the child, comforting the girl in his mouth, and at the same time telling her to listen to the words of the master's family, Feng Yong only felt that he was extremely guilty, because he was the beast that separated other people's flesh and blood.

In this era of continuous wars and countless lives, Ding Er's family is lucky, at least they can rent the land of the landlord's family, and the whole family can barely have a meal. And for their children, their youngest sister is even more lucky, she can go into a big family to do things, and since then she has no worries about food and clothing, this is what most people think.

The housekeeper's idea is even simpler, it is impossible to spread the secret technique of Zhu Ji Weng, if the lord wants someone to do it, it can only be a person in the house, and it must be a complete person in the house. When the boy enters the house to do things, the family generally signs a long contract, and until the end is forced to do so, he will not sign the deed of sale, and once the secret technique of Zhu Ji Weng is leaked out, in the eyes of the housekeeper, this is definitely a devastating blow to the Feng Mansion.

And the girl is different, most people let the girl into the big family to do things, as long as the price is right, you can sign the deed of sale, from then on it is the person in the big family, life and death are decided by the main family, there is no worry about leaking secrets.

Feng Yong's nerves are very tenacious, otherwise he would not have not only managed to survive after being reincarnated in this completely unfamiliar era, but also tried to find a way to reverse the impression of others under great pressure after being regarded as a psychopath by the people around him.

But even the toughest nerves encountered this kind of distorting impact that was completely opposite to the afterlife, and he couldn't stand it a little. So the only uncomfortable thing in this matter was Feng Yong, he fell ill the next day, and it was not quite correct to say that he was sick, anyway, he was weak all over his body, and he didn't want to get up when he lay in bed.

After the housekeeper invited the doctor, the doctor only said that he was overly worried, and everything else was fine, just rest in peace.

This made the housekeeper feel at ease, and instructed the younger sister who had just arrived in the Feng Mansion, that is, the youngest daughter of the Ding Er family, to let her serve the master's family well, and then turned around and went out to work. The wheat harvest is finished, but the rent is still collected these days, and rice is planted later, which is the busiest time of the year.

"What's your name?" Feng Yong lay on the bed and looked at the little girl who had been redressed all over, and asked a little weakly.

"I ...... My name is...... Oh, no, go back to the master's house, the slave and maid call me sister, at home, at home, that's what the family calls me. The little girl looked very nervous and hurried, with her head down, and her skinny little hands kept twisting the corners of her clothes.

"Seductive?" Feng Yong asked strangely.

The housekeeper knows that his master has some habits that are not in line with ordinary people, such as the extreme love of cleanliness, the whole house must be clean, you must wash your hands before eating, and you must bathe your body when you are dirty, etc. So the little girl's whole body was washed several times before being sent to Feng Yong's bedside.

Her head was re-braided with a double-ring bun, and her clothes were new and fitted, probably because she was not used to wearing shoes, and her feet still retained the habit of being barefoot, constantly rubbing against each other. Compared with the sloppy appearance of a few days ago, now she says that she is completely two people, or has the appearance of a human being. Even so, Feng Yong couldn't see where she was bewitching.

"When you enter the house, do you still want to go home?"

The younger sister raised her head and looked at Feng Yong, then hurriedly lowered her head in a panic, and said softly: "I can eat enough in the house, but I can't eat enough at home, and my clothes are good-looking, but I still feel a little homesick." ”

She is a talkative, indeed a clever girl, and this may be the housekeeper who taught her how to speak.

Maybe they are all right, she entered the mansion because she was luckier than others, at least she didn't have to worry about food and clothing. As for life and 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 naïve. History rolls forward, what is it under the wheel of history? Self-pity and self-pity, in the eyes of others, are nothing more than a madman.

Thinking of this, he consciously regained some strength, Feng Yong half lay up and asked, "Do you dare to catch flies?" ”

"Huh?" The younger sister raised her head, obviously a little bit inconsistent with Feng Yong's thinking, and muttered a reply, "The maid has never caught flies, only grasshoppers, crickets, birds, fish and shrimp...... The flies are all killed directly. ”

I can't tell that this is still a little girl.

Feng Yong couldn't help but laugh, "Aren't you afraid of flies?" ”

The younger sister shook her head: "The maid is not afraid." When I was at home, I fed flies to ants. ”

"That's good, you go and ask the cook for a bowl of bran bran, mix some flour in it, mix it with water, I'll be of great use, understand?"

"Yes, the servant wrote it down."

The younger sister turned around to go out, but suddenly thought about something, and turned around in a panic to perform a very non-standard maid ceremony, and then hurriedly ran out of the door.

To raise maggots, you need to have flies, and if there are no fly eggs, where do maggots come from?

Of course, Feng Yong knew that his body was not sick, and he looked like this, saying that literature and art were heart diseases, and saying that it was ugly, but in fact, this was his hypocrisy. I can't step over the hurdle in my heart for a while, and I am hypocritical.

Since I am not sick, it is actually quite tiring to lie in bed and pretend to be sick, these years, there is no air conditioning, the room is stuffy and hot, I can't stay anymore, I turned over and started to get dressed.

Use bait to lure flies to lay eggs, and the first generation of maggots laid out is not clean, and the first generation of flies that are turned out should be strictly controlled, and then the second generation of maggots will be born, and it will continue like this until three or four generations, and you can use it with confidence. The most important thing in this production process is to have a room where flies cannot enter and exit freely.

There are not many others in the Feng Mansion, but there are many houses.