"Little girl, as long as you put a handprint on this, the five taels of silver will be yours." The little guy took out a blank piece of paper, there was some handwriting on the paper, and judging by the fact that the ink was not dry, it should have been freshly baked.

The paper was spread out in front of the rice, along with an open box of ink, and a silver ingot pressed the paper underneath.

Obviously, what was in front of Xiao Mi was that as long as she was willing to press her handprint on the paper in front of her, that large piece of bright silver would be hers.

Five taels of silver! It is not only a great temptation for beggars, but also for ordinary people.

No matter what, this is a lot of wealth, Wang Anguo and Wang He are a master and a servant, and they almost expected that the little beggar girl in front of her would definitely have straight eyes when she saw this silver. Then press your own mudra without hesitation.

Although when she pressed the handprint, it meant that she had to follow her, because the contract was ...... It's a deed of sale.

To the surprise of both of them, however, the little girl lowered her head and saw not the silver, but the contract, and her eyes kept scanning the contract...... It looks like you're reading.

Read?

Wang Anguo shook off this unrealistic idea, because in this era, let alone beggars, even ordinary people are not literate.

Probably because the little girl was more curious, thinking like this, Wang Anguo didn't care too much about this matter.

Wang Anguo and the servant were waiting for the little girl's reply, but what they didn't expect was that after the little girl read the contract "curiously", she turned her unkempt little head and didn't bother with the two big men, and she didn't even look at the silver on the contract, and she didn't even look at the money on the contract, and she didn't let Wang Anguo and the two of them fart at all!

"You!" The servant suddenly became a little angry, his own son-in-law kindly spent money to buy you, but he was so ignorant of lifting, in Wang Ji's opinion, he simply did not know the times, it was better to be a slave than a beggar, at least he could fill his stomach, how could there be such a person.

Wang Ji rolled up his sleeves and took a step closer to the little rice. "Childe, or kidnap her, I think she is a beggar, and no one will care about her life or death."

Wang Anguo didn't speak, and seemed to be a little moved.

It's just that there was a laughing voice behind him.

"Not necessarily."

Wang Anguo and Wang He were startled, and when they turned around, they saw a ragged male beggar standing not far away looking at them, although the dirt on his face could not see his specific appearance, they could still see the curvature of the corners of his mouth.

The arc of confidence.

That's right, that's Ziyou.

The former salesman told him that no matter what the situation is, he must maintain self-confidence, this self-confidence must be seen by the enemy, break their psychological defenses, and this self-confidence must be seen by his friends, so that they will not worry about themselves.

Most importantly, show for yourself! That way you have a clear idea of how to deal with everything.

Otherwise, if you lose your self-confidence and are not defeated by the enemy, you will collapse first.

Under the confident smile, it still has a certain effect.

In Wang Anguo's impression, the beggar's expression was either full of frustration and disappointment in life, or he was crying sadly, pitifully begging for mercy from others.

But there will never be such a confident expression, as if he is happy to be a beggar, as if his identity as a son is not as good as his.

This feeling made him very unhappy, and the unhappiness condensed in the center of his eyebrows, turning into a kind of coldness piercing into the gradually approaching Ziyou.

At this time, Ziyou was carrying a steamed bun in his arms, and the other steamed bun was thrown up by him to catch it...... Throw up and catch.

A cynical look.

"I care a lot about her life or death."

"You are a beggar, can you be considered a human being?" Wang Anguo didn't speak, but it didn't mean that the king didn't speak, and after Ziyou appeared and destroyed their little abacus, he began to yell at Ziyou.

This is Chi Guoguo's insult, Ziyou's narrow eyes narrowed, he glanced at Wang Ji, and responded coldly with an unshaven tone. "That's better than being a dog for you."

Yes, a slave is said to be a loyal dog, and a watchdog is ugly, but no matter what it is, it is a more fierce sarcasm that penetrates Wang Ji's heart.

"You ......" The king was furious, and wanted to step forward to make a move, but was stopped by Wang Anguo on the side. Don't make a big deal out of it. ”

Wang He was a little unhappy when he was stopped, and he hummed and chirped. "In this small place of Selangor City, even if you meet officers and soldiers, you are not afraid."

But when Wang Anguo looked at him, he didn't say more.

All this was seen by Zi You, and from the words of that fool's mouth, Zi You got some information, first, they were not afraid of officers and soldiers, but they didn't want to provoke officers and soldiers, and second, they were outsiders.

With this information, you can specify a more targeted strategy to deal with them.

Wang Anguo maintained his self-cultivation, how could he not lose his identity in front of the beggars, not to mention that all of this was still under her gaze, thinking of this, Wang Anguo glanced not far away.

There was a carriage parked on the side of the road, and the corner of the window between the carriages was slightly open, and there seemed to be a pair of eyes looking here.

Wang Anguo closed his gaze, continued to look at Ziyou, picked up the folding fan on his waist, and fanned out a commotion. "Are you the father of this little girl, in this case, can your daughter be sold, five taels of silver, it should be very fair."

For Wang Anguo, it would be even better if Ziyou was really the father of Xiao Rice, and it would be almost easier to reach this deal under the greed of adults.

Five taels of silver is indeed not a small amount, this Ziyou knows, what does five taels of silver probably mean, Ziyou has roughly calculated, the previous steamed buns were five cents a piece.

The steamed buns in Selangor City are two pennies, which is equivalent to the purchasing power of about 5,000 yuan. This is only a value in purchasing power, but in fact, because the per capita income of feudal society is much lower than that of modern times, five taels of silver is enough for an ordinary family to cope with a year's expenses.

To say that buying a little girl, it is basically enough.

Ziyou was a little angry when he heard that the other party regarded him as Xiaomi's father, was really so old.

Bah! Lao Tzu is her brother! Brother! Important things to say several times.

Ziyou didn't answer, bypassed Wang Anguo and the two, walked to Xiaomi, and glanced down at the contract on the ground, although it was written in traditional Chinese, it was still easy to see that it was a deed of sale.

These people want to buy small rice, and they are almost rough, they are too angry, the so-called eating steamed buns and blocking their breath, Ziyou has not eaten steamed buns yet, so this breath is ...... Derive!

Retracted his gaze and glanced at Xiao Fan, whose originally indifferent expression was also somewhat loosened by the arrival of Ziyou.

To be precise, it was because of the arrival of the steamed buns, because her eyes stayed more on the steamed buns raised high by Ziyou.

Goo.

Xiao Rice looked up and swallowed.

"A beggar is a beggar, and if you can't recognize silver, you only know steamed buns." Wang Ji still said resentfully.

Ziyou squatted down and stretched the steamed bun in front of Xiao Rice at the same time.

Under the temptation of the steamed buns, Xiaomi was already impatient to stretch out his hands to grab the steamed buns in Ziyou's hand.

Just when the pair of black little hands were about to touch the snow-white steamed bun, Ziyou immediately put the steamed bun back.

At the same time, he winked at Xiao Rice, who was puzzled by Ziyou's expression and was stunned for a moment, as if he was reminiscing about the meaning of Ziyou's wink.

Under Wang Anguo's gaze, Ziyou didn't have a chance to explain too much to Xiaomi, he had his plan and needed Xiaomi's cooperation, since Xiaomifan didn't accept the rich boy's request to buy a body at the first time, then Ziyou could use this opportunity to complete a gorgeous salted fish turnover.

In fact, Ziyou is still selfish, after coming to this world, Xiao Fan is the first person he meets, and he is also a beggar.

If she really chooses to become someone else's slave, then Ziyou will have no companion, so no matter if Xiao Mi really doesn't want to be someone else's slave. is still just hungry and wants to eat steamed buns, Ziyou has already regarded it as the cause of his next plan.

And put it into practice.

I happen to have two steamed buns on hand, so let's sell one to that shitty boy, but the price is very expensive!

"Hehe, in this case, I have the motivation to make money."