As soon as the steward entered the room, he immediately frowned and took out a piece of handkerchief to cover his mouth and nose, exited the door and said with a look of disgust:
"It stinks like hell. Is this kid's legs pretty good?"
"Well, after all, he is young and good. The smell in the house is bad, so I asked him to come out to meet me." The thin old man Li changed his respectful demeanor, and he obviously talked more. Song Xin thought that Old Man Li was a poker face who couldn't smile...
"I will take that person away today."
The old man walked to Song Xin and said coldly: "Get up and follow Manager Wei today."
Song Xin walked up to Manager Wei and was about to speak when he heard the other person say: "Why are you still lame?"
The old man hurriedly explained: "When this kid was sent, his bones had been broken for a long time, but once he recovers, he will be like a normal person..."
But Steward Wei didn't say anything more, "If it hadn't been for the urging, I wouldn't have sent the lame man over. You can come with me."
After saying that, he didn't look at Song Xin anymore and walked straight out of the door. Song Xin limped and followed quickly.
What came to pick up Song Xin this time was a simple flatbed truck, which was usually used to transport pigs, sheep and livestock. There was a faint odor and animal hair in the vehicle. Manager Wei said: "When you get to the manor, remember to be smart and don't cause any trouble for me."
"This time I want you to serve an important guest of my young master. You have to cheer me up, remember?"
Song Xin whispered: "Remember."
During this period, Song Xin had not thought about escaping, but now that his legs and feet were not good, he couldn't even tell the difference between east, west, and north when he went out. Moreover, at night, everything was dark, and the sounds of unknown beasts could be heard from time to time outside the village. The environment must have been pretty good at this time, and those wild wolves, bears, and tigers in the wilderness would definitely not mind enjoying themselves.
Finally, several people arrived at the Wei family's manor.
Outside there are two buildings over one foot high, with several tall private soldiers guarding them to warn against foreign enemies and prevent fires. Just this magnificent gate, watchtower and high wall are enough to prove the financial resources of the Wei family. But it also let Song Xin know that once in, it would be difficult to get out.
Steward Wei led Song Xin to a gatehouse not far from the main gate, where an old man with a white beard was waiting.
"Is this the raw mouth you bought?" When the old man saw Manager Wei come in, he didn't even exchange greetings. It was obvious that he had a higher status in the Wei family.
"Back to Manager Zheng, that's him."
"You're the right age, but you're lame." The old man stared at Song Xin for a moment, feeling a little dissatisfied. Manager Wei hurriedly said: "Those officials are not serious about their actions. You see..."
The white-bearded Steward Zheng had no intention of talking to Steward Wei and interrupted directly: "Follow me to see Mr. Liu first. If you are not satisfied, he will do whatever you want."
When Song Xin heard this, he felt very uncomfortable. It was as if they were really inspecting livestock. In the eyes of the wealthy families in these places, the status of people who are sold as slaves is not as good as the livestock in the family. However, when I remember that when I first entered the society, I was not treated like a beast by the big bosses. Now that I am here, I am afraid it will be even worse...
After walking in circles with the old man for a long time, I met many servants of the Wei family on the way. They looked at Song Xin, whispering to each other in a low voice, and pointing. But I couldn't hear what was said, but looking at their faces, it didn't seem to be a good thing.
Two servants came forward, carrying a corpse covered with a torn mat. The smell of corpses hit his face. Manager Zheng frowned and put his hand on his nose to avoid it. Song Xin saw a hand exposed by the corpse, which was as dry as a branch. When he suddenly saw this, he felt as if a rabbit had crawled into his chest and kept jumping.
Manager Zheng coughed lightly and said, "Unlucky, another one died. Let's go."
Song Xin was led into an elegant and unique courtyard. The courtyard was very large, but there were only three rooms, one large and two small, connected by a road in the middle. The open spaces on both sides of the road have been developed into gardens, and an unknown grass is planted in them. They are green under the sun and exude a refreshing fragrance.
The old man coughed lightly, straightened his clothes solemnly, and bowed respectfully to the door of a room: "Mr. Liu Xiang, I've brought you here."
After a while, a man about thirty or forty years old came out. He didn't exchange greetings with the old man with a white beard. He stared at Song Xin first and looked at her, "Well, have you asked about your age and birthday?"
The old man with a white beard said quickly: "I have inquired about them all, and they are all found according to Liu Gong's instructions."
"Okay, leave him and go." The middle-aged man said.
Manager Zheng breathed a sigh of relief, bowed and left quickly, seemingly unwilling to stay here any longer.
Song Xin looked at the person in front of him. He had black hair tied into a bun. He had an ordinary appearance, slightly dark skin, a hooked nose, and thin lips.
Although he had a kind smile on his face, the gaze from his triangular eyes was as sharp as a knife. Being stared at by this gaze, Song Xin felt uncomfortable all over.
"I am Liu Jing, you will call me Master Liu from now on."
"Liu...Master Liu."
"From now on, you will do some handyman work with me, don't ask anything, don't say anything, do you remember that?"
"I remember."
"You are a dead person now. Your family members should not mention it anymore. Do you remember that?"
Song Xin nodded.
"You live in that room, and you can do whatever I want at any time during the day. There are only two rules: you can't enter my room. Second, every night from 5 o'clock to 10 o'clock the next day (20 o'clock to 6 o'clock the next day) You must lock the door of your room to sleep, and you are not allowed to step out of the door unless I come to ask you to come out in person, understand?" Liu Jing pointed to a small room next to him and said.
Song Xin was a little surprised. He thought he would suffer a lot, but he didn't expect it to be so easy. He glanced in the direction of Liu Jing's finger and nodded in agreement.
Liu Jing curled his lips, feeling that Song Xin was a little dull, and felt slightly dissatisfied. But when I think about it, this kid only has to use it for a while. Being too smart is not a good thing.
"Come closer," Liu Jing said.
Song Xin walked up, and Liu Jing frowned as soon as he saw it, "Why is he still a cripple?"
"The villain broke his leg, so he healed it..."
At this moment, a figure walked into the yard.
Song Xin turned around and saw a young man about 20 years old. Like the rich young master at that time, his face was painted white and his lips were red. He is well-dressed and well-dressed. The clothes are made of fine white Sichuan brocade. The carved sword hanging on his waist is very valuable at first glance.
But Song Xin was still taken aback by this outfit. Aesthetics have changed a lot... If he had two more balls of blush on his face, he would look like a paper man walking around during a funeral in the countryside. before.
As soon as the young master saw Liu Jing, he immediately smiled and bowed deeply and said: "Master, how are you doing? My disciple Wei Qi came to say hello. I wonder if the master is satisfied with this little servant boy?"
Liu Jing said: "Well, except for the inconvenience of my legs and feet and being a bit stiff, I am satisfied with everything."
Wei Qi's attitude suddenly changed and he said: "Master, do you want to change him? You see, this person is not doing things right. You have found someone so dull. I will definitely reprimand them when I get back."
Liu Jing said, "There's no need to change." Although his tone was calm, Wei Qi could still feel his dissatisfaction.
Wei Qi glared at Song Xin and scolded: "Get out of the way!"
Song Xin agreed obediently, but because of his panic, he slipped and fell when he stepped on a stone on the ground, accidentally overwhelming the herbs beside the road. Liu Jing's face instantly darkened.
Before Liu Jing could speak, he was already standing in front of Song Xin. His elegant demeanor had long been gone. He raised his foot and kicked Song Xin unceremoniously in the lower abdomen.
"You bastard, where did Manager Zheng find it? How dare you touch the master's herbs!"
Song Xin felt as if someone was violently grabbing her lower abdomen and intestines. She grimaced in pain and turned pale. Wei Qi didn't look strong, and he didn't know why this kick was so heavy.
"Okay, don't embarrass him. If your internal organs are broken, you have to treat him." Liu Jing said calmly.
He knelt down and carefully inspected the herbs, carefully gathering up the fallen plants without even looking at Song Xin. In his eyes, the life of the servant in front of him was not as precious as this grass.
"Master, this kid is too dull, why not replace him?" I don't know whether it was intentional or unintentional, but he touched the sword on his waist while speaking.
Song Xin was also stunned, "Oh no, are you going to kill someone? You really don't treat me like a human being."
Liu Jing said while sorting out the medicinal materials: "No need, just be dull. If the servant does something wrong, just give him a beating and a lesson. Don't use the sword easily. If you accidentally kill someone and trigger the divine punishment, when the time comes, Being a teacher cannot protect you."
Wei Qi seemed to be waking up from a dream. He subconsciously glanced at the sky above his head, put away his sword and said, "My disciple was negligent. He was just out of anger..."
"Okay, I know your filial piety. Here, here is today's pill. Go back and swallow it to practice Qi according to the method I taught you."
Wei Qi was overjoyed and respectfully took the elixir from his master. The relief in his eyes was as if an addict had been satisfied.
"Elixir, Qi training? Heavenly punishment?" Song Xin was shocked when she heard the conversation between Liu Jing's master and his apprentice. But seeing the happy look on Wei Qi's face, no matter how stupid he was, he could guess what it meant, otherwise he wouldn't have let the wealthy young master of the Wei family be so tempted.
"This Liu Jing, I'm afraid he's not deceiving this young master with some magic words about cultivating immortals, but I still wish your whole family will spiral into heaven as soon as possible..."
Although in the modern era where Song Xin lived, these were just deceptive superstitions, but at this time in the Eastern Han Dynasty, there were a lot of people who believed them, and many of them went bankrupt for it. In ancient times, deceiving people relied on superstition, while in modern times, deceiving people relies on cults and pyramid schemes. Although the methods are different, they both accurately grasp the greed in people's hearts.
After carefully putting the elixir away, Wei Qi walked to Liu Jing's side and said softly: "Thank you, master. By the way, my disciple is here today and there is another happy event. The one that the master is looking for... I have heard some news." .”
