Natural disasters in books: I stockpiled goods to escape famine in ancient times

Hearing that Song Shiwei wanted to rent a house, Wang Gui was overjoyed: "Miss Song has a unique vision. It is my honor to be able to choose a satisfactory house for you. I wonder how long Miss Song plans to rent it?"

Song Shiwei thought for a moment and said, "Two months is feasible?"

Seeing Wang Gui's embarrassment, Song Shiwei said, "Manager Wang, you may not know that I just bought a house in Beijing, but my house is being renovated, so I have just rented a house for two months. If it is feasible, I can pay the full two months' rent in one go, and pay one more month as a deposit."

"Well... well, I see Miss Song is very generous, so I'll take this on behalf of the landlord. Then I'll take Miss Song back to the dental office to sign the contract."

"Okay," after agreeing readily, Song Shiwei suddenly thought of something and looked embarrassed.

Seeing her hesitation, Wang Gui quickly asked, "Miss Song, is there anything else you are not satisfied with?"

"I'm not dissatisfied, it's just that I came out of nowhere to rent a house and I don't want my relatives and friends to know, this..."

Wang Gui thought it was something else, and laughed: "I understand, we have extra households in our pawnbroker. If Miss Song doesn't mind, you can use hers. You just need to pay an extra 100 coins."

Having seen all kinds of people, a small request like Song Shiwei's was not a difficult task for Wang Gui. Besides, she was not the only one with such a request, so he readily offered his suggestion.

Song Shiwei really showed a satisfied look: "Then I'll trouble Manager Wang to take care of it. I wonder if the household registration can be bought and sold? Manager Wang, don't worry, I just want to leave myself a way out. I won't use it to do anything harmful to others."

"It's not that I don't agree. Miss Song, you don't know that although the pawnshop has many household registrations that can help people rent houses, those household registrations are deposited in the pawnshop by the owners. We have to give the other party a share of the money for each transaction, so it's really..."

Although I am a little disappointed, it is already very good to be able to rent a house using someone else's household registration. However, as an outsider, I will inevitably be restricted in the future if I don't have a household registration.

When Song Shiwei came out of the pawnshop again, the smile on his face deepened. He put the deed paper into his arms, actually putting it into his space, and then walked slowly towards the street.

It took him nearly an hour and a half from asking about the house at the pawnshop to finally renting it. Seeing that it was almost time for lunch, Song Shiwei, feeling hungry, found a restaurant to go in, ordered two dishes and a soup, then lazily rested his head on the chair, listening to the singer singing in the restaurant.

As expected of a big restaurant, the food was served quickly. When Song Shiwei was halfway through his meal, there was suddenly a bustle outside. Looking closer, he saw a middle-aged man in grey cloth shorts leading a group of men and women passing by the restaurant. Those people were tied together with a thick rope and looked very dishevelled.

Song Shiwei's eyes wandered over the pedestrians for a moment, and he continued to eat his meal while listening to the whispered discussions of the people at the surrounding tables.

"Did you see those people who just passed by?"

"It's so lively, it's hard not to see it. Those people are servants of the Marquis's house if I'm not mistaken. Their house was searched yesterday, and today those servants were dragged out to be sold. Tsk tsk."

"It's a pity for you. If you are jealous, why don't you buy them with money? They are just servants anyway. I see there are many guards inside. They are all carefully trained by the Marquis' Mansion. They are all very skilled. It's worth buying them."

"Brother, please don't make fun of me. I'm not that lucky. Just watch for fun. Come on, let's drink."

Listening to the conversation between the two people, Song Shi calmly asked for the information about the Marquis' Mansion to check.

As expected, this Marquis' Mansion was also framed by Cao Chong. In order to get rid of a powerful enemy of his, he did not hesitate to accuse the Marquis' Mansion of disrupting the government, and even had someone forge letters showing that the Marquis' Mansion had a close personal relationship with the Second Prince.

What a pity, he was such a loyal and capable general!

Apart from feeling a little sorry for the wrongly accused Marquis' Mansion, Song Shiwei did not have much emotion, nor did he think about doing anything. After all, he came here to take a vacation, not to find work for himself.

Regardless of whether it is unjust or not, who knows whether today's crime of exile is not another kind of rebirth.

However, thinking of the servants that the Marquis' Mansion had just sold, Song Shiwei felt something in his heart.

I am in need of people right now. The servants of powerful families are naturally more knowledgeable than ordinary servants. When I buy a large amount of supplies in the future, I will naturally need a servant who is not very curious. The rules of the Marquis' Mansion are strict, so I think this servant will suit my requirements.

After thinking it over, Song Shiwei called the waiter to settle the bill, and then went directly in the direction where those people had just left.

The middle-aged man in gray cloth did not lead people too far, as this side was located in a prosperous area with a large flow of people. He directly took the servants of the Marquis' Mansion to the corner of the wall, asked them to squat one by one, and then stood aside leisurely, allowing passers-by to look at them and ask questions. During this time, he sold two or three slaves with pretty faces, and the rest were elderly women and servants and guards.

The families of high-ranking officials were exiled, and the slaves were reorganized and sold. Generally, servants who were popular in front of their masters were arranged to be official slaves and sent to work in the homes of wealthy families. Servants like those in the middle-aged man's hands were usually shameless people, and they did work in the mansion that did not allow them to come into contact with their masters. Therefore, they could use some connections to get them in their hands, and then resell them, making quite a profit in the process.

Song Shiwei stood not far away, looking at those people one by one, and finally fixed his eyes on one of the young men.

The young man had a dark complexion and a striking scar between his eyebrows. Although he was wearing a patched linen shirt, he was more muscular than the others, and his spirit was much better than the servants next to him. Song Shiwei also noticed calluses on the palms of the young man's hands. He was obviously a martial artist, so he guessed that he was a guard of the Marquis's mansion.

Seeing that most of the people around were asking about the servants and old women, and no one was interested in the servants and guards, Song Shiwei didn't waste any time and walked straight to the middle-aged man, raised his hand and pointed at the guard he liked and asked, "How much silver does he have?"

The gray-clothed man looked in the direction Song Shiwei pointed, a hint of surprise flashed in his eyes, and then he replied without changing his expression: "That kid is a good fighter, he needs twenty taels of silver."

"A servant who committed a crime is also worthy of twenty taels of silver? If it weren't for his spirit, and the fact that the family just happened to be short of a servant, I wouldn't even want a servant like this who committed a crime and was sold away for free. You're really asking for too much, hum."

Seeing that Song Shiwei was about to leave after she finished speaking, the man in gray waved his hand hurriedly: "Young lady, please stay, please stay. This is a two-way business. I didn't say that you can't bargain. You have to tell me a number so that we can discuss it."

He is the first person who wants to buy a guard today. If he leaves, it is unknown when the next one will be. Besides, some wealthy families now keep a distance from these skilled guards. If these people are not bought together with those slightly pretty slaves, the man in gray really doesn't want them.

Song Shiwei had no idea what was going on in this man's mind. After hearing what he said, he made an offer directly: "I'll take ten taels of silver. If it doesn't work out, forget it."

If it weren't for the guard's skills, five taels of silver would be too expensive.

Song Shiwei was still waiting for the man in gray to bargain, but who knew——

"make a deal."

Song Shiwei:.......

Why do I feel a little uncomfortable?