eurekapd Chapter 205 Rag Doll
Chapter 205 Rag Doll
"Help me, help me, fellow, help me..."
A very faint voice came into Mo Rao's ears. The voice was very small. Thanks to her good hearing, otherwise she would not be able to hear such a thin mosquito-like sound.
But what's the situation?
Where did this fellow villager come from?
Mo Rao walked over in shock to see what was going on, and soon his eyes were fixed on a slave in an iron cage.
The man was leaning against the edge of the iron cage, half lying down, like a rag doll, ready to die at any moment.
She stood in front of the iron cage, staring into the boy's eyes. His gaze revealed a kind of hope and desire, as if he was verifying something with her.
The young man looked at the girl in front of him with full of anticipation, hoping that the girl in front of him was really the same as him, so that she could save him.
But time passed little by little, and the girl in front of him didn't say a word. She just looked at him quietly, sizing him up. How could there be so many coincidences in this world? It seemed that he was overthinking it.
The light in the eyes of the young man in the iron cage suddenly dimmed, and his expression became numb. It seemed that he was destined to die.
Well, he really couldn't make it here. For a moment, the boy returned to his usual despairing state.
In an instant, Mo Rao seemed to be able to feel his pain and despair, and a feeling of pity surged in her heart.
She approached the cage, squatted down gently to look at the boy at eye level, and stretched out her hand, trying to touch his face.
The man beside her hurriedly warned, "Miss, be careful! This slave is very fierce. Don't let him hurt you. If he hurts you, it will be very bad."
Twelve also followed suit and reminded: "Girl, no."
"It's okay. This guy looks half dead and can't hurt me." Mo Rao said nonchalantly.
The man took a look at the person in the cage. It looked like this person would not live long. If this person was not so fierce and always disobedient, he would not have been beaten like this.
When Mo Rao's hand touched the young man in front of him, his body trembled slightly, but he did not dodge. It was not that he did not want to dodge, but he was now completely exhausted. He had already used up all his strength to shout for help.
When her fingers touched his skin, she could feel that his life was really fragile, but fortunately this man should not die for a while.
Do you know about crystal cores? Mo Rao asked softly.
The young man's face was full of confusion. Even if he didn't say anything, Mo Rao already knew the answer. This person was not from the same time period as him. This person might be an ancient person from later generations.
Don't be afraid, what's your name? Mo Rao asked in a soft voice.
The young boy "Du Wenbo" tried hard to say his name.
"Du Wenbo," Mo Rao repeated the man's name. Then he turned and asked the man beside him, "Brother, how much do you want to sell this guy?"
The man kindly reminded her: "Girl, this man is dying. Why don't you take a look at these people? They are all skilled in boxing and kicking, and the price is not expensive, only thirty taels each." As he said this, he pointed to the iron cage beside him. The slaves inside looked at him with burning eyes, as if saying, "Choose me, choose me."
"Brother, you're quite a decent person, but the price is a bit steep. Other brokers can buy a strong young man for only ten or so taels of silver. You're asking for thirty taels."
The man explained: We have our reasons for being noble. People here are all skilled in martial arts, and some are even palace guards. If they hadn't committed a crime, they wouldn't have been beaten into slavery.
Mo Rao smiled and said, "Brother, just tell me how to sell this person! If it's suitable, I'll buy him. If he dies, it's mine."
The man took a look at the cage, then raised two fingers and said: This person will be fined at least twenty taels. We will not be responsible if he dies after leaving this cage.
Mo Rao's eyes widened in shock as he said, "Brother, are you taking me for a fool? You're selling me this dying man for twenty taels. Why don't you just rob him?"
Miss, don't be angry. I'm not asking for an exorbitant price. I bought it for a hundred taels. If it weren't for the fact that he was seriously injured, selling it to the Xianggong Mansion for a few hundred or a thousand taels would be too little.
When Mo Rao heard the big man say this, she felt it was so unreliable. How could such a disheveled and ragged man be sold for thousands of taels? Was he treating her like a fool?
When the man saw that Mo Rao didn't believe him, Mo Rao's face looked like, "I'd never believe you."
The big man patiently explained: This person was originally the mainstay of Baihua Theater. He has a feminine appearance and was born to be an actor.
Who knew that he had a serious illness and injured his throat, so he could no longer sing. What's the use of an actor who can't sing? So the theater sold him to us for one hundred taels. Even though he can't sing, his face is really attractive, and he will definitely be a big hit if sold to a male prostitute.
Who would have thought this man was such a hot-tempered person? Knowing he was going to be sold to the Xianggong Mansion, he disfigured himself. Fortunately, he was discovered in time. The wound wasn't deep, and he later attempted suicide, ruining several buyers along the way. Otherwise, with his status as a mainstay of the theater and his looks, he would have been sold long ago.
That's not a reason to sell it at a high price! This person was beaten to death by you guys. I bought it back to treat people and prescribe medicine. If I can't save him and he dies, I'll be at a huge loss.
The man glanced at the dying man, gritted his teeth and said, "Fifteen taels, no less." This deal was truly a huge loss. He had bought the man for a hundred taels, and he hadn't sold him in six months. If this man died, not only would he not make a cent, but he would also lose six months' worth of food.
Ten taels of silver. Even if I buy this person back, I might not be able to save him even if I spend a lot of money. If big brother agrees, I will buy him for ten taels of silver. Mo Rao said.
"Ten taels is not enough, it's too low. I'm already losing a lot of money, ten taels of silver would be worse than letting him die here." The man said dissatisfiedly.
Mo Rao continued, "Brother, how about I buy some people from you and you give this young man away for free?"
The man was naturally happy to hear this. What kind of man does the girl want?
Mo Rao thought for a moment and said: Find some honest and skilled men to guard the gate. After hearing this, the man asked someone to bring the people in the cage on the other side over.
Mo Rao asked Twelve to take a look and buy anything that was suitable.
Twelve naturally obeyed the order and went forward to check. Anyone with martial arts skills would naturally not escape Twelve's eyes.
Mo Rao walked around in the crowd. The girls here were really beautiful. No wonder they were priced so high.
For example, the girl on the stage has been bid up to two hundred taels.
At this moment, a woman in an iron cage knelt down in front of Mo Rao and said, "I wonder if the young lady still needs a maid to serve her. We two sisters can do any job and are not afraid of hardship or fatigue."
The little girl who heard the words also knelt down immediately. She looked to be about eight or nine years old. Although she was young, it was not difficult to see that the girl had a good appearance and would definitely be a beauty when she grew up.
Mo Rao looked at the woman in front of her. She was fair-skinned and beautiful, and she was obviously a great beauty. She looked somewhat similar to the little girl kneeling beside her. They must be blood sisters.
Such a beauty would definitely fetch a high price here. Although I was a spendthrift, I wasn't a fool. A maid out there would cost at most eight or ten taels. I couldn't just spend a fortune to buy a maid just because she was pitiful.
Besides, who isn't pitiful in this world? There are so many people who are more pitiful than them. She can't have pity on everyone.
It’s better to ask about the price first. If the price is reasonable, it’s okay to buy it, but if it’s too expensive, then we can’t talk about it anymore.
What's the price for the eldest brother and the two sisters? Mo Rao asked.
Seeing that Mo Rao was asking about the two sisters, the big man said slowly, "The older one is one hundred and fifty taels, and the younger one is twenty taels."
Mo Rao was very surprised when she heard this: Why is there such a big price difference between the two sisters? Thinking so, she asked this question.
The big man patiently explained: Miss, you don’t know, this guy is proficient in everything from playing the piano, chess, calligraphy and painting. If he were to sell it in the building, he would definitely get a good price. This one hundred and fifty taels is not enough.
As for this little one, although she hasn't grown up yet, she has a pretty face and is sure to be a beauty in the future. If an official family buys her and trains her well, she will definitely become a beautiful girl to attract distinguished guests.
One hundred and fifty taels was indeed not a good deal, but if I turned around and left, I felt a little reluctant, so I thought I should give the woman a chance.
I think you have heard that your selling price is so high. It’s not that I don’t want to help you, but it’s really not cost-effective to spend one hundred and fifty taels to buy a maid. With that money, I can buy more than ten or twenty maids.