The bandits are good and go down the mountain to beg for a living, whether this is a good thing or a bad thing, and the scales in everyone's hearts are shaky and uneven. If you say good, you can name a basket, and if you don't say bad, you can also name a bunch of things.

The bandits in Dawangzhai were sad and entangled, and even the officers and soldiers who had been squatting in the fields for a day and a night noticed it.

Zhao Xiaoman, the boss, seemed to have nothing to do with himself, lying on his back on the big rock to bask in the sun.

The old uncle came over on crutches, and looked at her with his face with age spots: "New boss, that little boy has been gone for a day and a night, will there be fraud?" ”

Zhao Xiaoman hit Hatche: "What kind of fraud?" ”

The old uncle was worried: "I'm afraid that the little boy is leading the officers and soldiers up the mountain." ”

Hearing this, Zhao Xiaoman turned his face and continued to post: "Come here, if you are afraid, you will take the old and weak women and children to go first." ”

"I don't mean that," the old uncle hurriedly explained, "the place where hundreds of people live, and their status, this is not something that can be done easily, it is not necessary to be rich and powerful, I am afraid that the little boy will not spend a lot of effort for these officers and soldiers." ”

"I'm not joking with you," Zhao Xiaoman lazily opened his eyes to look at the old man, "Let's get ready to go." ”

The old uncle looked resolute: "The people in the village will never pull back, the boss can do whatever you want, there is nothing you can't do, you are a master of spells." ”

"You think too much," Zhao Xiaoman didn't bother to pay attention to such a temptation, and he couldn't explain it clearly.

The old uncle didn't get the reassurance pill from her, but the big stone in his heart sank even more, and he muttered, "It will definitely be done." ”

"Boss—"

The fat man came running with a fat body.

He took his brothers to guard on the way into the cottage, there must be something wrong with running so happily at this time, and the old uncle asked excitedly, "Is there a letter?" ”

"Yes," the fat man said, taking out the letter in his arms, "someone sent a letter saying to give it to the boss." ”

Zhao Xiaoman rolled over and got up, pressing his arm on his knee: "I don't know if your boss can't read?" ”

"Yes, yes," the fat man laughed and ran to call for the only literate gown.

After reading the letter, he said simply: "The letter said that you want the boss to go down the mountain to hand over, and you can only be alone." ”

"There is fraud," the fat man determined.

Chang Yi smiled: "The boss killed a group of officers and soldiers alone, what use can it be to our boss if there is fraud?" ”

"It's also ha," the fat man scratched his head to see what Zhao Xiaoman meant.

Zhao Xiaoman didn't mean anything, took the letter, folded it away, put it away, threw down the sentence "I'll take a look" and left.

Several people looked at her nonchalant back, and the fat man was still a little worried: "Is it really okay?" ”

"Send a few people to follow," the old uncle was also worried.

*

Yamashita.

Su Qinghe's face knew at a glance that he hadn't rested well, and his whole person was pale and tired.

Zhao Xiaoman thought that he would definitely face each other when he saw him, but he didn't expect him to wait on the hillside, and the people he brought didn't approach.

He has long green hair, plain clothes, and a tall figure between a mature man and a teenager, thin but not sickly and weak, probably tossing a lot of things in a row, and the young man also has troubles that can't be dissolved, which makes people feel distressed.

"I didn't bring anyone here," Mr. Su said.

"I know," Zhao Xiaoman walked up the hill as he stepped on the rocks, and stretched out his hand to him as he approached the hillside.

This hand, slender and powerful, gives a feeling of warmth. Su Qinghe looked at it and hesitated.

To lead, or not to lead?

Su Qinghe put his arms behind his back and turned to look away: "You don't need me to pull you, you come up." ”

Zhao Xiaoman hooked his lips at his displeasure, his eyes were bent, and he still raised his hand: "I won't pull me, how can I cooperate?" ”

Su Qinghe looked at the green mountains sprouting in the distance, and gritted his teeth: "Since you know cooperation, you should show an attitude that you can cooperate." ”

The nature is exposed, the goal is achieved, Zhao Xiaoman is too lazy to pretend, at this time he looks at his hands, and then looks at the young man who was forced by her, "Okay, what are you talking to me about." ”

Su Qinghe's gaze fell on her: "I can buy the backer and give it to you according to your request." ”

Zhao Xiaoman listened.

Su Qinghe paused: "But if you want to change your household registration, you have to sell yourself as a slave." Otherwise, it will be difficult to do. ”

"Sold into slavery?" Zhao Xiaoman didn't really understand what this operation was.

Su Qinghe explained: "Every few years, the imperial court will register and make a register, and every village and household will have records, and the ancestors will know it once they check it. It is impossible for those hundreds of people on the mountain to suddenly settle somewhere. ”

Seeing Zhao Xiaoman's expression of understanding, he continued: "Slaves follow the master's family, and if a large family has an industry, it is common to add a few hundred more people. ”

"So there's no other way but to sell yourself into slavery?"

Su Qinghe's expression had already answered her.

"If you agree, let them sell themselves into my Su family, but one thing I want to explain to you is that those people can't get together when they go down the mountain."

"Ha," Zhao Xiaoman climbed the hill a few times and looked at him with a smile, "I haven't slept well for a few days, have you?" ”

Su Qinghe felt that her next sentence would definitely be mocking, and he didn't have to listen to her, so he looked back at her with a somewhat cold gaze without dodging, "I will only agree to your conditions for the sake of those hundreds of lives, Zhao Xiaoman, you think about it." ”

This is the best way to prevent the fighting, Su Qinghe could have avoided this, or directly asked the garrison to bring more troops to clear the bandits, so that those frightened officers and soldiers would lose their lives.

Zhao Xiaoman's casual face with a smile deepened, and he said something that made Su Qinghe puzzled.

She said: "I have a good eye for people, and you are very suitable for cooking tickets." But how much does it cost to sell a person? ”

Su Qinghe: "...... It's a pity for you not to go to the bookkeeper. ”

"What are they talking about?"

The fat man and Xue Yang, who were trying to look towards the hillside, saw Zhao Xiaoman go down the hill and hurriedly ran back.

*

In the cottage, Zhao Xiaoman summoned a group of bandits and announced in public: "5 taels of silver for one person, I will sell you." ”

Everyone: "......"

"What did the boss say? What did you sell? ”

"Take you."

"What do you mean when you're sold?"

"Don't we want to go down the mountain and be good citizens?"

"What do you mean, boss?"

Xue Pan suspected that this was a joke, and squeezed out of the crowd to ask her, "What does it mean to be sold?" ”

"I can't solve the household registration, so I can only sell myself into slavery."

And the contract was written, and Zhao Xiaoman took it out: "5 taels of silver is a lot, right?" ”

The cheongsam noodle tears that are ready to receive the contract: "...... Boss, it's cheap. ”