An Jin was a little excited. He said "yes" quickly, but he didn't know what to do. Then he said uneasily, "It's not worth so much money."
An ordinary young slave would cost at most seven taels of silver. Slaves were not worth much in those days.
That is to say, the singers who have been trained since childhood or the beauties enjoyed by other wealthy families are more expensive.
Song Yue smiled and said, "If I say you are worthy, then you are worthy. Before I leave, you should stay at your own home, say goodbye to your parents, brothers and sisters, and make arrangements. You have to follow me from now on. Even if you come back, you will live in my house. If you want to go home, you can only wait for my leave."
An Jin nodded to show that he understood, "The young lady has been extremely kind to me."
If it were other people, few would treat slaves as human beings. It was precisely because of this that An Jin was willing to sell herself to Song Yue, so that she could work for her and find a way out. After all, one cannot be a human trafficker forever.
Song Yue nodded with satisfaction. Now the driver's problem was solved.
The two of them signed the contract for the carriage and An Jin, and got the carriage. An Jin sent Song Yue back to the house, and after placing the carriage in place, he said goodbye temporarily.
When Song Fusheng and Qin learned that their daughter had bought a carriage, they couldn't help but sigh that they were useless as parents, as their daughter had to worry about everything on her own.
At dinner time.
Qin said, "If that's the case, mother will sew you some bedding and some shoes and socks?"
Song Fusheng was worried about money. "Then let's open the shop later these days to make more money, and then give it to you, Yue'er, to support you."
He said there was no need to leave any money at home, as they had income every day, and all the income before departure would be given to Song Yue to take away, and she just had to keep it for herself.
Song Fusheng thought for a moment and asked again, "Do you want to go to the bank to borrow some money? Yue'er can take it first, and we can pay it back when we earn money here, so it won't be a big deal."
Song Yue was eating with a bowl in her hand. She stopped eating immediately after hearing this. She didn't know whether to laugh or cry. "No need. Dad and Mom, you are exaggerating. Besides, who am I, your daughter? I am so capable. I can still make money on the road. Don't panic."
She had nothing to worry about. As long as she finished everything here, she would be able to set off soon.
As for the village affairs, they would basically be completed in less than half a month. She just threw money at them and asked them to work day and night to get it done as quickly as possible.
We also ordered a big door and two small doors to serve as the courtyard gate.
When we get back to the Fangyang Villa, we will lock the main gate and leave a small door open, and have people supply some food on time every ten days or half a month and just patrol.
Song Yue also said: "When Dad is free, he can go back by himself. No matter how reliable it is to come by yourself, Xiao Luo and Li will be the front desk. I think they are doing a good job and will not make any mistakes."
Song Fusheng's face was full of smiles when he talked about this. Farmers still love their fields the most. Now that there is such a villa in the village, he feels very reassured.
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