Quick wear: the villain's father's fine cub

Chapter 350
When the servant heard the half-bald beauty speak, it was not easy to continue, so he stepped forward to negotiate with Wan Zhuan, "We want this car, how much is it?"

Wan Zhuan said, "Thirty coins."

The servant took out the money and gave fifteen dollars, "Go to our place to unload the goods."

Wan Bran didn't say much, and drove away leisurely in the carriage.

Fuchen crawled into the car window, pulled out his things, and covered him with a quilt.

When he went to the place to unload the goods, Fuchen sat on the quilt and said nothing.

The servant opened the car door, "Hey, why is it so much less? Thirty dollars for this? No way!"

The half-bald beauty glanced at Wan Bran, and smiled as the ox bone fan hit the back of the man's head, "Move as many as you want, so much to talk about."

The servant rubbed the back of his head, his eyes were confused, he still smiled and bowed to the half-bald beauty, "The old man is right, I will do it now."

Wan Zhuan didn't carry it, but watched the servants carry it, and stared at the side.

After unloading, the half-bald beauty stared at Wan Zhuan, "Handsome guy, if you have any difficulties, you can come to me." There were hooks in her eyes.

With a blank expression on his face, Wan Zhu thanked him and pulled the carriage away.He first went to the clothing store to buy a thick padded coat for Fuchen, which cost him ten copper coins.

Kill the pig.

But there is no way, the boss is overbearing.According to visual inspection, there is only one clothing store on this street, which eats alone and slaughters pigs naturally.

Wan Zhun took the clothes and put them on for Fu Chen. Fu Chen felt uncomfortable in the clothes, and the clothes had a smell.

The smell of the dead, the damp and rancid smell that cannot be dissipated.

Fuchen frowned, "These are the clothes that were taken from the dead."

This is the reason why the boss can squeeze out other shops, a business without cost.

Take off the dust and throw it aside.

Wan Zhuan turned to take back his clothes, but was held back by Fuchen, and glanced at the big street.Not sure if partition walls have ears.He still changed his title, "Daddy doesn't like to cause trouble. If he dares to sell like this, there is absolutely no reason to return it."

Wan Zhuan stared at the floating dust and said nothing.

In this land country, left and right are subject to replies.

Wan Zhuan drove the carriage away and went directly to the suburbs.There are few people here, and it is more or less free.

In front is a large area of ​​wild grass, and there are snakes, insects and toads calling in the grass.

The wind blows, bringing a little bit of coolness.

Wan Zhuan picked up firewood and lit the fire, and threw the cotton-padded clothes directly into the fire.

Bad luck.

Fu Chen unwrapped his bundle, and the medicinal materials smelled like cow dung, bringing a foul smell.

This is no way.

Fu Chen found the medicinal material to be used, threw a ginseng into the pot, and the water in the pot was bubbling.

In the end, Fuchen drank a small bowl.

"Don't drink more?"

Fu Chen shook his head. "I can't make up that much, and I can't make up for the deficiency. I can only drink a little. Brother, drink it."

She still wants to take a shower.

These days, it is mixed with cow dung, and the fine hair and hair have the smell of cow dung.

Wan Kuan drank a large bowl of ginseng soup, felt hot all over, got up and left, went to find some food to relieve himself.

Fu Chen sat by the fire to keep warm.

As night fell, the sky was dark, with only some white light cracking.

Fuchen walked towards the carriage, ready to wrap the quilt.

There was a sound in the grass.

Fuchen turned his head and saw a figure rushing in front of him, covered his face with a handkerchief, picked up the person and ran away.

The floating dust immediately held its breath.

This smell... datura flower... sweat medicine.

Fu Chen immediately pretended to be poisoned by Datura, and passed out.

This person ran all the way with Fuchen in his arms, ran to the side of the woods, threw her into the donkey cart, covered Fuchen with a stinky quilt, and drove away by himself. "Da da" the donkey's hoof sounded.

Fuchen felt that he was finally warmer, touched his face, lay down a little, and still breathed a little sweat medicine.

She studied in the Wu tribe and had a lot of exposure to various drugs.There are more ways to resist.There is a lot of datura pollen in the package.He also dismisses this kind of quackery.

She was even more curious about who was behind.

The quilt smelled worse than cow dung.

Fu Chen felt uncomfortable, and quietly lifted the quilt to breathe.

After bumping for more than half an hour, there were voices all around.Finally, the car turned left and right, and the sound became quieter.

The donkey cart stopped.

Floating dust immediately pretended to be asleep.

Someone came to pick up the floating dust and knocked on the back door, "Fresh goods. Little girl. Five or six years old."

The person who opened the door grabbed Fuchen's face and looked left and right, "Not bad."

The two entered the house.

Fu Chen quietly looked at the courtyard in the dark, pale.

There are quite a few dogs in the yard.

When I entered the house, there were still many children in the house, all locked in cages.

Fu Chen recognized the kidnapper as a vegetable seller during the day.

Take revenge.

The vegetable seller put the floating dust on the table.

The person who opened the door pulled off the dusty single clothes and checked his body. "Hey, why is this engraved? It can't be a slave."

This person grasped Fuchen's arm and looked at it carefully.

As the word "Wan Bran" grows up, the characters are also deformed.

"Which country's name is this?" The person who opened the door immediately said sternly, "This is a slave who escaped from another country, and the price will be cut in half."

"Huh? Cut it in half? I'll just keep myself as a slave!" The vegetable seller quit and wanted to leave with Fuchen in his arms.

"Eh?" the door opener stopped, "You are a regular customer. This girl looks good. Now, don't rush to leave. Wait until I finish reading."

The two took off Fuchen's pants again, and their eyes widened when they saw the bell on their feet.

A pair of brass bells.

"This girl's father loves her. This brass bell is worth a lot. This one must be paid for!" The vegetable seller called for the price.

Ordinary people will also grit their teeth and give their children copper or silver bracelets, collars, and anklets, implying safe growth.

The person who opened the door shook the gong, watched the copper tongue hit the copper but there was no sound, kept shaking, looked straight at it, and said in his mouth, "You are so thin, your body is weak, and your body smells bad. Although you look better, you can't see it." It can only be regarded as medium-grade copper. This copper is not considered good copper, it is just pulp-coated. You see, it doesn't make any noise."

The vegetable seller didn't believe it and kept shaking.

Grabbing two feet and shaking them constantly.

He wanted to take it out from the floating dust foot, but he couldn't.The structure of the gong collar is somewhat ingenious, and the vegetable seller couldn't open it after trying left and right.Can only give up.

"No! No matter how you calculate it, it can't be less than 20 taels of silver. I heard that there is no girl in the palace. Anyway, no one knows in detail. If you send this girl up and receive the reward, why can't you make a lot of money? A sum?" The vegetable seller bargained.

The person who opened the door smiled, "You really dare to ask for a price. This girl is as thin as a stick, and she is a runaway slave. So what if his father loves her? Will the buyer love us? Just get a little information from your future brother-in-law and dare to make up random things. Random things." Send it over, if I get the money, my head will fall to the ground. Want to receive the reward? You go by yourself!"

The person who opened the door turned his back and said stiffly, "One price. One tael. Is it too much? I don't want to please."

The vegetable seller hesitated, looked at the floating dust, and walked over to take it away.

The person who opened the door reminded, "I heard that you fought with someone today. Could this person be his child? He can escape from the master, and he can also ring a copper bell for this girl. Knowing that the child is lost, the first The only one that comes to mind is you."

The vegetable seller hesitated, then put it down again.

"One and two halves. I'm still wounded all over this body."

The person who opened the door sneered, "What do you have to do with your injuries?" He took out a piece of silver and ten copper coins from his pocket, "It's a lot, it's hard work. I'll take care of the business in the future."

The vegetable seller was embarrassed, took the money, and turned back three times.Pushed to the door by the door opener.

As soon as the door was closed, the vegetable seller walked quickly without any hesitation.

A medicine jar, he never thought of keeping it by himself.

(End of this chapter)