"Young master, give him a name, and you can call him later." Sang Haoran said.
"Take a name?" Chu Yanqi thought about it and couldn’t help asking the humanitarian, "What’s your name?"
"Ask the host to give you a name." The man was busy kowtowing.
"Childe, according to the rules, slaves who are not bought and sold will not have names. We all call them by numbers, you see." Zhou Fugui walked up to him and grabbed the chain that the man locked around his neck, with a number on it.
"Then call it infinite!" ChuYanQi suddenly thought of this name, immediately said.
"Thank you for the name." The man kowtowed again.
"This name is so strange." Sang Haoran frowned. In fact, he wanted to say that it didn’t sound like a slave’s name.
However, Chu Yanqi seems to have no interest in changing, but said to Zhou Fugui: "Boss Zhou, if you want your slaves to sell at a good price, you should let them eat better and dress better. Who has the desire to buy like this?"
"Oh, my son, if slaves are allowed to dress better and eat better, are they still slaves?" Zhou Fugui had a smile on his face, but when he said it, Chu Yanqi wanted to find a lingshi and smashed his forehead.
Chu Yanqi took out a dozen or so spiritual stones from the blue plum trees and handed them to Zhou Fugui. "Give them a full meal!" "
"Thank you, Grandpa!" Zhou Fugui took the lingshi, smiling, and then shouted loudly, "Don’t you mean slaves thank you for your reward?"
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Chapter one hundred and three Eating in bitterness
Chapter one hundred and three Eating in bitterness
All the slaves kowtowed on the ground and thanked them. Chuyan was not happy in his heart and immediately walked towards the outside of the tent.
After such a delay, the morning market outside has begun to disperse, and Chu Yanqi feels a little cold, so he proposes to go back to the inn. Sang Haoran naturally won’t object.
No sooner had they returned to the inn than Sang Linhui greeted them and asked, "Second brother, who is this man?"
"Promise, I just bought a slave." Sang Haoran looked at ChuYanQi has returned to the room, looked at the newly bought promise, said dryly.
"Why buy a slave?" This time, sanchi also walked to come over, looking at the infinite kneeling on the ground, frowning and asked.
"Don’t you think the young master needs someone to wait on him?" Sang Haoran said.
"Young master naturally needs someone to wait on him, but he is also a person from our city of Cangwu. How can we use outsiders?" Sang Linhui said discontentedly, "With this money, I’d rather buy some medicinal materials." Said, and he also looked at the infinite with a face of disdain.
Wuji kept bowing his head and dared not speak.
"Isn’t there Hao Qiang around the young master?" Small beans also came along, said, can’t help but jack.
Hao Qiang?’ Sang Haoran sighed, "He grew up with the young master, but the young master obviously didn’t treat him as a slave, and we couldn’t drive him. On the way to the Cangyu Dynasty, people always needed to do some rough work. It is more appropriate to buy someone. Besides, this person is also enlightened and cultivated, and he may not be able to achieve something in the future. "
"This is also reasonable." SangLinHui nods, "it’s just that I don’t trust the people I bought. How noble is the young master? Let such a person serve you personally. What should I do if something goes wrong? "
"I am also worried." Sang Haoran thought for a moment, then said, "So, this man is given to you for training."
"Don’t worry!" SangLinHui smell speech, busy said, "I promise to put his set-up jump, hey, what’s your name? Promise? "
"Yes, master!" The promise is busy.
"This name is really weird." Sang Linhui frowned. "Who took such a tricky and eccentric name?"
"The master took it." Promise replied.
"Little master?" Sang Linhui looked up at Sang Haoran.
"Naturally, I also feel that this name is too weird and inappropriate, but he likes it. What can I do?" Hao-ran sang stand hand laughed.
"Forget it, whatever your name is." Sang Linhui shouted, "Get up and go out with me."
"Yes!" Promise is just a promise.
Qinghe county morning market has dispersed, Zhou Fugui camped in the square, ordered people to guard those slaves who did not sell, but himself in a small wine shop nearby, asked for an independent small private room and drank wine slowly.
Suddenly, the curtain of the private room was lifted, and a person just came in.
Zhou Fugui saw it, not only did he dare not say anything, but stood up respectfully.
"Sit down!" As he spoke, the man sat down in the chair and then asked, "How is it going?"
"Master’s opinion!" Zhou Fugui didn’t dare to sit, but stood with his hands down. It’s really a pity that he has such a big belly, and he doesn’t feel tired when standing in such a posture.