Chapter 56

Fifty-six, Ye Weilai (Happy Lantern Festival!)

Ouyang Rong noticed that the silver-haired loli had been staring at him.

The silver-haired loli seemed to realize that she was about to be led away by this new master from a foreign country.

She raised her little head, and under the messy silver hair wiped by Ouyang Rong, a pair of big eyes rolled up slightly, locking onto him without blinking.

The eyes no longer had the previous shyness and fear, replaced by a look that Ouyang Rong couldn't quite see through.

The personality of a Western white girl is indeed different from that of a shy and timid Oriental girl, obviously much bolder.

Her eyes presented a misty gray-blue color in the sun. This color, Ouyang Rong couldn't find in this era of material scarcity and color scarcity, and couldn't compare it.

The silver-haired loli, whether it was her eyes, silver hair, or skin, was out of place with the black and heavy tone of this dilapidated and dirty slave backyard.

If he saw this kind of silver-haired loli on campus or in a coffee shop in his previous life, he wouldn't be surprised at all, but he bumped into her in a corner of the Jiang Nan Circuit of the Great Zhou Dynasty, which had an ancient charm.

It can only be said that whether the Great Zhou Dynasty is prosperous or not is open to question, but the atmosphere of all nations coming to court is really not a joke. That Guangzhou Maritime Barbarian Road in the south really has something...

The market order clerk who managed the Livestock Row quickly arrived at the backyard under the leadership of the small steward, and began to conclude the contract for this slave trade and issue an official market ticket. This was a process that must be followed in the slave market of the Great Zhou Dynasty, otherwise even princes and nobles would be punished.

The slave trade concluded by Jin Xiao Livestock Row involved a very small amount of money, which should have been ordinary for the market order clerk who was familiar with the business, but when he entered the backyard, he couldn't help but stop and look sideways.

First... what kind of thing is the slave traded in this contract? Should it be filled in as a young slave or an old slave? Besides... are you sure anyone dares to buy this thing?

Secondly...

The market order clerk's expression changed suddenly, and he rubbed his hands flatteringly: "Magistrate, you... why are you here?"

In the courtyard, the young magistrate who went out in plain clothes waved his hands: "You do your work, don't worry about me."

The Dashi merchant Li Yan and the small steward beside him were dumbfounded, and then after a wonderful expression, the Shopkeeper Li, who was proud of himself just now, looked guilty and whispered a suggestion to re-negotiate the price. The rice price just now seemed to be calculated wrong, and there was also a buy-one-get-ten free activity limited to today, all of which were calmly declined by Ouyang Rong.

The transaction continued, and soon the market order clerk, who was exceptionally competent today, drafted the document, respectfully handed it to Ouyang Rong for confirmation, and filled in the final master-servant information.

Ouyang Rong opened his mouth to the silver-haired loli for the first time today:

"What is your name?"

Looking at his patient waiting expression, the silver-haired loli was silent for a while, her voice like a dry clear spring:

"Vera... naire..."

She seemed to understand the Great Zhou elegant language, but the accent was really strange. He didn't know if these syllables were the language of her hometown, or if it was the unfamiliar Great Zhou elegant language. Falling into Ouyang Rong's ears, it was roughly the sound of these four characters.

Ouyang Rong took a look at her big and spirited gray-blue eyes, lowered his head and thought for a while, and filled in two characters for her on the contract.

"You will be called... Weilai from now on."

He paused and asked softly: "Do you have a surname?"

The silver-haired loli couldn't help but glance at the slender young man with a magnetic and gentle voice in front of her. He seemed very patient, and from just now until now, he had been speaking gently, while all the fierce and evil people around him were respectful to him.

Everything that happened today, the silver-haired loli felt like a dream that was unbelievable, not like it was real.

She lowered her head and pinched the corner of her clothes with her fingers, and reported a sentence again.

Ouyang Rong only heard the first character of this long string of syllables, which seemed to be the sound of "Ye." He wrote it down again and filled it in casually.

The silver-haired loli with her head buried aimed at his focused face, as if she wanted to open her mouth and take the initiative to say a few words to him, but at this time, Madam Zhen leaned over.

The woman looked at the paper and curled her lips slightly: "Ye Weilai? It's fine to have a name to call, what surname does a slave need? My dear nephew is really kind, spending such effort."

Ouyang Rong shook his head without speaking, lowered his head and finished filling it in, let Weilai and Li Yan press their fingerprints on it one after another, and then under the witness of the market order clerk, the contract was completed without any twists and turns.

Ouyang Rong received the market ticket, and under the enthusiastic farewell of the Arab merchant, led Weilai and Madam Zhen's party to leave the Livestock Row.

Watching the distinguished guests leave, the small steward couldn't help but whisper: "Is this county magistrate a bit stupid? Why did he buy a..."

"You know a fart!" Li Yan scolded with a stern face, turned to look at Ouyang Rong's back, and sighed:

"I misunderstood just now. No wonder he didn't like the fine maids in our Livestock Row. It wasn't just the price reason. This Magistrate Ouyang is indeed as rumored, a true gentleman who is not close to women. He doesn't even look at the appearance when buying a warm-bed maid, only picking the ugliest and most pitiful ones."

On the bustling street of the West Market.

The silver-haired girl brought out by Ouyang Rong's party instantly attracted frequent sideways glances and heads turning from passersby.

It was like this wherever they went, and the group instantly became the focus of the entire West Market.

However, the Longcheng people and merchants and peddlers who were watching with relish were not attracted by any beauty, but opened their eyes wide, as if looking at a very strange ugly thing, curious but not daring to get close.

Because Ouyang Rong had appeared on the main viewing platform on the day of the Dragon Boat Festival, many people recognized the identity of the young magistrate, so the vibration caused by Ouyang Rong's party was even greater.

However, Ouyang Rong turned a deaf ear to this. Although he still didn't quite understand the difference in aesthetics between him and other people in the Great Zhou Dynasty, this didn't affect his quite good mood, and he was walking with a breeze.

Mainly because the act of picking up leaks itself was quite cool.

"So my one thousand merit points were spent here... The Blessing Bell still understands blessings."

Ouyang Rong suddenly felt a bit of bad taste, thinking that if he had a mobile phone at this time, he would take a picture of the silver-haired girl who called him master and send it to the postgraduate entrance examination group of true gentlemen before, and then match it with a very annoying explanation of picking up leaks, it is estimated that all the animals in the group would not be able to take the postgraduate entrance examination this year...

"My dear nephew!"

A scolding voice suddenly came from behind, and Ouyang Rong, who was distracted, was stunned. Looking back, he found that his pace was too fast, and except for the silver-haired maid who was holding his clothes and following closely, and Liu Ashan, Madam Zhen's party had been left far behind.

Ouyang Rong covered his mouth and coughed, waiting for Madam Zhen and others in place.

The lady in the Luo skirt couldn't help it. If it weren't for being on the street, she would have twisted this stinky boy's ears.

Madam Zhen snorted and stepped forward, her jade hand stretched out, pinching Weilai's chin, straightening her little face. The latter trembled, not daring to move or resist this tall and beautiful woman.

Madam Zhen frowned and sized her up for a while. As for the silver hair tied up by the rope, she didn't want to touch it with her fingers, fearing to get bad luck. The woman sighed:

"Why is my dear nephew interested in this high-nosed and deep-eyed one? It's like a Rakshasa evil ghost in the temple; these eyes are also like a civet cat. What if she scares you in the middle of the night? And this head of white hair... why not shave it off when we go back, and wear a nun's hat later...

"And my dear nephew, what can we do if we take her back? Wash clothes and mop the floor? There are plenty of servants to do this. Meilu Garden lacks nothing, just lacks your personal maid. Today is a wasted trip. Aunt thinks that the fallen lady of Goguryeo just now is good, she can read and write and can manage accounts..."

Being pinched on her little face, Weilai began to tremble slightly all over, not just because of Madam Zhen's sharp and picky eyes, but also because of the pointing and pointing of the onlookers around her, why was she the only one who looked like this... The girl was extremely inferior, even trembling and closing her eyes, not daring to look at the gentle young man who opened the iron cage and led her out.

He... he must regret it, right? The novelty of the first glance, and as a result, he bought a money-losing product, and then he would slowly show that familiar look of disgust in his eyes, feeling bad luck, avoiding it... He definitely will, didn't everyone I met from childhood to adulthood look like this...

"It wasn't a wasted trip, just her, my personal maid."

Ouyang Rong pressed Madam Zhen's arm lightly, suddenly took the cold little hand of the silver-haired maid, and silently took out two copper coins from his bosom, directly stuffed them into her hand, and said seriously to her:

"Take it, Weilai will manage money for me first. These two copper coins are all our family's wealth at the moment. It's a bit less, but it's also a goal, right? Keep it well."

Ouyang Rong turned around, walked with his hands behind his back, and only left a laugh: "Aunt, where is Weilai ugly? Nephew likes her hair very much, don't shave it, my personal maid, I like it."

Madam Zhen nodded helplessly, sighed, and followed.

Weilai lowered her head, staring blankly at the two small copper coins lying quietly in her palm.

This is... the goal with the master.

Sorry brothers, I couldn't help but write too detailed, didn't hold the pen, the next chapter starts to push the main line!

(End of chapter)