Early the next morning.

The wind and snow gradually subsided, and there was silence in the Golden Scale Village, but the Mo family's crowded hut exploded.

"Asking for money again?" Mo Hansheng stared at Mo Dachun and his wife coldly, his face a little ugly.

"That bit of silver is not enough to spend, you give more, anyway, you must have earned a lot of silver yesterday." Mo Dachun rubbed his hands, making an unspeakable appearance on the surface, but there was no trace of embarrassment in his tone.

Mo Hansheng glanced at his sister-in-law who was hiding behind Mo Dachun, and when he saw that her eyes were dodging, he knew that she was secretly instigating it, and couldn't help but scold: "Broom star!" ”

"How do you speak?"

Mo Dachun was about to have a seizure, but the sister-in-law behind him was the first to sprinkle it.

"I'm not alive anymore!"

Annoyed and angry, she simply sat on the ground, clenched her fists and beat her chest lightly and scolded angrily, "I want to marry a young and beautiful yellow flower girl to this broken household, and give birth to a big fat son in less than three years to inherit the lineage of your old Mo family, and now the old people are yellow, unloading the mill and killing the donkey, I am bitter......"

"Grandpa." The door was pushed open, and the awakened golden egg came out and saw the scene of his mother sprinkling, and immediately panicked, ran to Father Mo's side, hugged his thigh, and wanted to cry.

"That's it!" Father Mo snorted, took his grandson into his arms, turned his head to Mo Hansheng and said, "Okay, the silver will be spent when it is spent, you can just go and earn some back." ”

Mo Hansheng glanced back at him and didn't speak.

"What's the matter, I asked you to earn some money and wronged you?" Seeing this, Father Mo glared angrily, and his lowered eight-character eyebrows seemed to be hanging upside down, "Your kid's wings are stiff, dare not listen to me." Lao Tzu is not dead yet, this family is still my decision. ”

At this moment, a shout suddenly came from outside the door.

"Is Mo Hansheng at home?"

"I'm going to greet someone." The sister-in-law got up from the ground and ran out of the house as if she had been pardoned.

Not long after, two figures walked into the house, it was Steward Feng and the middle-aged man who had been fishing in Hantan yesterday.

"Who are you?" Father Mo quietly glanced at Steward Feng, who was brightly dressed and had a cold expression, and said in his heart, "Could it be that this kid Hansheng is causing trouble outside, but don't affect the family."

He lowered his eyebrows, lowered his head and leaned back with his grandson in his arms, and curled up in the chair.

Steward Feng's narrow eyes looked up and down in the room, and he coughed lightly with his fists over his lips.

The subordinate named Ning Da next to him immediately understood, and stepped forward with a smile on his face.

"Old man, this is Steward Feng of the Ning Mansion in the town. Our housekeeper is here today because of a great good thing to find your little brother. ”

"Ningfu, a good thing?" Father Mo was startled when he heard the name of Ning Mansion.

"Yes, yes, the chief steward of our family has taken a fancy to the ability of the little brother Hansheng to catch fish."

Father Mo suddenly came to his senses, his smile bloomed, and he nodded again and again in agreement: "Our family has no other skills, and he is a good hand at catching fish in ten miles and eight villages." ”

Steward Feng took out a piece of paper from his sleeve and handed it to Mo Hansheng, and said with a pity: "Twenty taels of silver, sign it." ”

Mo Dachun's eyes turned green when they heard this.

Mo Hansheng frowned and asked, "What is this?" ”

Steward Feng had already prepared the wording in his heart and was about to speak, when the sister-in-law who had been probing her brain outside the door broke in, her eyes rolled in her sockets, and she grabbed the words: "Hansheng, this is a work contract." After signing this deed, you are the long-term worker of Ningfu. This is Ningfu, the richest family in Hidden Dragon Town, how many people want to go in, sign it quickly. After saying that, he gently pushed his arm.

Feng Guan, who was robbed, was a little unhappy in advance, and frowned after listening to his sister-in-law's words but chose to be silent, and the family was also stunned for a moment, and then stood aside silently.

Mo Hansheng looked at the sneaky sister-in-law coldly, and didn't believe her words at all.

Even if you can't read, you can still count, and the three big characters on this white paper are clear, how can it be a work contract.

At this time, everyone's eyes were focused on Mo Hansheng, and they didn't even notice that a small white and tender hand stretched out from below, and two fingers with green snot were pinched on the fluttering corner of the deed paper.

"Sell~Body~"

Jin Dan stood on tiptoe, pointed to the word "deed" on the white paper, and turned his head with an innocent look: "Mother, what do you read this word?" ”

The sister-in-law pulled her son over and covered his mouth, but she secretly regretted it in her heart.

When she was young, her family was not bad, and she studied for two years, but unfortunately her family fell into the middle of the road and had to marry the Mo family.

I never thought that I had nothing to do on weekdays to teach my son to read a few words, but today it has shown its effect here, isn't this equivalent to lifting a brick and hitting your own feet?

The voice of the golden egg was neither loud nor small, but the words fell on Mo Hansheng's ears.

His eyes were like lightning, and like two sharp blades shooting straight at his sister-in-law, as if he was going to cut her alive.

This woman is really not ordinary vicious, she deceived him into being illiterate and tried to coax him to sign a deed of sale.

If you really sign this kind of thing, not only will you have a humble status from now on, but even life and death will be in the hands of others, what is the difference between this and jumping into a fire pit?

The sister-in-law was furious by his fierce gaze, and she unconsciously opened her eyes and did not dare to look at her.

Mo Dachun, who was on the side, said with a smile on his face when he saw this: "Hansheng, in fact, there is nothing bad about selling yourself to Ning Mansion, how many people don't want to go to other people's houses." ”

Mo Hansheng responded coldly: "Then you go." ”

"This ...... Hehe, I want to go, but the person Ning Fu wants to recruit is not me. Mo Dachun smiled and muttered in a low voice.

Father Mo, who had been silent, also persuaded him: "What the boss said is reasonable, going to Ningfu is at least richer than living here." Twenty taels is a lot, not to mention that your mother's illness still costs money. ”

Mo Hansheng's eyes showed a look of disbelief, his gaze slowly swept over everyone, and all the originally familiar faces became unfamiliar at this moment.

Father Mo and his brother and sister-in-law didn't dare to look him in the eyes, and unconsciously lowered their heads.

Strangeness, disappointment, anger...... Complex emotions kept alternating in Mo Hansheng's heart.

He forcibly suppressed the anger in his heart and said coldly: "I will find a way to deal with my mother's illness, and there is no need to talk about selling my body anymore." ”

"You think of a way, what can you do?" Perhaps he was shocked by his youngest son's gaze and felt that he had lost face, Father Mo suddenly became extremely excited, waving his arms up and down and slapping the table, and his mouth was even more spittle, "The matter of selling my body is so decided, I am in charge of this matter!" ”

Mo Hansheng pressed the wooden table that was slapped with a "bang", and looked at him expressionlessly: "You can't be the master of this matter." ”

"You, you ......" Father Mo trembled with anger, stretched out his hand and pointed at Mo Hansheng's nose and scolded angrily, "Rebel son, do you want to rebel?" ”

There was a sudden tension in the room, and Steward Feng and Ning Da couldn't talk on the side.

Just as the scene was at a stalemate, a violent cough came from the back room.

"Hansheng, Hansheng......" Mo Mu didn't know when she had woken up, and called out the door hard.

Mo Hansheng didn't care about arguing with them anymore, and hurriedly rushed into the back room.

There was a foul smell coming from the couch, and Momu stretched out her crumpled hand from under the moldy quilt.

Mo Hansheng handed his rough and powerful palm to the palm that was also rough but very weak.

"Can't sign, can't sign......" A cloudy old tear slipped from the corner of Mo Mu's eyes, she struggled to open her eyelids, her eyes were cloudy, her expression was sad, and she kept repeating these three words.

Mo Hansheng trembled and couldn't say anything.

After a long time, Mo Hansheng finally walked out of the back room.

He stood quietly at the door, deaf to no matter how much the crowd persuaded him, coaxed him or even insulted him.

Steward Feng looked at this young man who was silent but his eyes were extremely determined, and the noisy words of a group of people came from his ears, and he inevitably felt a trace of irritability in his heart.

After being silent for a long time, a smile suddenly appeared on the corner of Steward Feng's mouth.

He was able to mix from a lowly roadside beggar to the position of the chief steward of Ning Mansion, and his skills were naturally extraordinary, how could a mere fishing village boy escape from his palm?