Houfu Key Class

Zong Wenxiu's comforting words suddenly became stuck in his throat.

Brother, that's enough.

This way of comforting is so original!

Xu Wan couldn't help but rolled her eyes to the sky. Listening to the little devil's words, she was either dying of anger or on the verge of laughing.

How come this weird brain circuit doesn't make people scared?

Jingzhe: "..." He was too angry to say anything.

After all, the person holding the hand was short-handed and the child who was applying medicine did not reply in the end.

With the help of the servant, Jingzhe was taken into the carriage, and Xu Wan sent him all the way back home, which happened to be the destination of their trip.

ghetto.

This is a deserted city, dark, dirty, noisy, and filled with the poorest people in the capital. The people inside are coughing constantly and are very sick and dead.

The little devil had never been to a place like this before. He subconsciously grabbed Zong Wenxiu's sleeve and asked in fear: "What the hell is this place? This bad woman doesn't want to leave us in a place like this, does she? Abandoning a child is an infringement. Legal!"

Before Zong Wenxiu could explain, Jingzhe raised his head and said seriously: "No one would come here to choose a child."

"Why?" the little devil asked subconsciously.

"Because... it's dirty." Jingzhe didn't have the nerve to point out that many of the children here are sick, and even those who are not sick are all dirty, and the nobles will definitely dislike them even more.

"Oh." Zong Jincheng thought he was saying that Renyazi thought the place was dirty, and he instantly understood. Who would want to come to such a messy place, with no place to set foot.

When he first came in, he was still walking on tiptoe, but later he realized that there was really no good spot, so he simply broke the jar and threw it, thinking it was muddy water.

You don’t need to wash your clothes and shoes yourself anyway.

But the further they walked in, the little devil grabbed Zong Wenxiu's arm tighter, because in addition to many sick old women and children, there were also many children his age, but they lived like countless waking insects.

In the coldest winter, they were covered with a few rags scrawled on their bodies; because they didn't have enough food to eat, their faces were yellow and their muscles were thin due to hunger, and their frames were horribly highlighted.

Zong Jincheng felt a little uncomfortable.

He had never seen such a place with so many poor people.

In this glorious and wealthy capital, he only knew that he and the people around him were either rich or noble. Zong Wenxiu was the most shabby among them when he first returned home.

The sudden contact with another world gave him an unreal feeling.

Jingzhe took them to the alleyway of his home. The alleyway was actually just a shed built with a few pieces of rags, and the house inside was probably not much better.

"I'm home. Thank you for helping me treat my injuries today."

The little devil twitched the corner of his mouth, feeling a little embarrassed.

This was the first time he had been thanked for making a mistake, which made him almost forget who hit the child.

As he was talking, a girl's cry suddenly came from the alley. A middle-aged man wearing a butler's uniform was pulling hard on a little girl about three years old.

Jingzhe hurriedly rushed over and shouted: "Bad guy! Let go of my sister!"

The child was not as strong as an adult, but he was unexpectedly able to push the middle-aged man staggering.

The little devil was stunned when he turned around, as if he was an acquaintance, "Butler Zhai? Is that you?"

Butler Zhai belongs to Uncle Weiyuan's family. His eldest son Zhai Yao is his good friend. He often goes out to fight and have fun with dogs, so he recognized him.

Butler Zhai was surprised: "Master Jincheng? Why are you in a place like this?" He let go of the little girl and ordered the other boys, "Come and take her away, don't get hurt."

"Yes." Several boys swarmed up, threw Jingzhe aside, and came over with the little girl in hand.

The whole action took less than two seconds.

Zong Jincheng watched as the bandages put on Jingzhe by the doctor fell apart one by one. It felt terrible to have worked so hard for so long in vain.

He stepped forward and said, "I'm here to send Jingzhe home, what about you? Why are you arresting his sister?"

Butler Zhai did not answer the question immediately, but carefully glanced at the woman in red behind him and recognized Xu Wan, the current mistress of the Hou Mansion.

Then he stepped forward and bowed, and replied hypocritically: "Madam, Master Jincheng, you don't know something. Our master wants some little girls who wash their feet, so the old slave wants to choose some from the slums and take them home to live a good life." Days later, who would have thought that they were so ignorant that they were unwilling to let him go, thus wasting the old slave's kindness."

Zong Jincheng: "???"

What is this old guy talking about? ?

"You want a three-year-old girl to be a footwasher for Zhai Yao. Who are you planning to ask to serve whom?"

Zong Jincheng just wanted to say whether there is something wrong with your brain.

Butler Zhai said calmly: "My young master specifically asked me to be younger. The close relationship I have cultivated since childhood is just a matter of having multiple pairs of chopsticks in our house. It will take a few years to grow up."

Xu Wan listened calmly and looked at him.

The voice is vain, the eyes are evasive, and the smile is flattering.

A cunning old man.

Xu Wan asked: "Why does Butler Zhai come here to pick a child? I heard that even people don't want to come here."

Butler Zhai smiled and said: "The children Renyazi sells are all too big. My young master just wants to raise a few gadgets, and this is the only one that is easy to find. Look, their family is so dilapidated that they don't have enough food or clothing to keep them warm. If they are like us, I won’t lose anything when I return home.”

He was telling the truth.

Even if I just work as a foot-washing girl in the Hou Mansion, my life will definitely be more comfortable than living here.

However, something just feels wrong.

Xu Wan asked: "Steward Zhai, if Uncle Weiyuan's Mansion wants to take away this child, is there a formal contract?"

Even if a child from a slum is bought or sold, a deed of sale must be signed to protect the rights of both the buyer and the seller.

Otherwise, it would be robbery.

Unexpectedly, Butler Zhai immediately changed his face when he mentioned the personal contract.

In less than a second, Xu Wan noticed a hint of ferocity in his eyes, but it soon turned into a sophisticated and smooth smile.

"Since this child is a friend of Young Master Jincheng, I can't force myself anymore. Someone, please let go of her." After Butler Zhai said this, he apologized to Zong Jincheng, "I disturbed Young Master Jincheng. There are still many people in our mansion." It’s something important, let’s talk about it another day.”

The fierce-looking servants all let go and followed Butler Zhai quickly away.

Jingzhe quickly went to pick up his sister.

This was the first time Zong Wenxiu saw his younger brother's face-brushing being so successful, and he sighed in shock: "Jincheng, you are so proud, he let me go without saying a word!"

If he were here alone, there would be nothing he could do against the people in Uncle Weiyuan's Mansion.

Zong Jincheng felt comfortable with the praise and said proudly: "Of course, who dares not to give her my face? Unlike some people, they didn't even say hello to her before leaving!"