Chapter 1295 601 Selling Yourself

"Ta Tata..."

In a remote and desolate town, seven or eight people dressed as guards rode high-headed horses and surrounded a young son into the town. This kind of scene is too rare for such a remote town, and it immediately attracted the attention. Many nearby townspeople looked curiously, speculating in their hearts that this noble person came from nowhere.

Zhou Dacheng squeezed the horse's belly, making the horse under his crotch a few steps faster, half a horse's body behind Nangong Yue, who was dressed in blue men's clothing, and said: "Sir... If there are too many, it is the post station.” The hundred elite soldiers they brought on this trip were temporarily stationed three or four miles away from the entrance of the town, and if there was any change, they could send out a signal flare to call in people in time.

Nangong Yue nodded while looking at the surrounding environment.

This town is sparsely populated, and the surrounding houses and streets seem to have not been repaired for many years. The passers-by walking along the way look yellow and thin, and there are many patches on their clothes. This is obviously a poor town.

Nangong Yue raised her brows. According to Zhou Dacheng, the mines on Siglai Mountain were not small. Generally speaking, such mines will recruit miners from the nearest villages and towns. The people of these villages and towns can make a living and their life will be better, but here...

Suddenly, there was a commotion in a house a few dozen feet away in front of him, and several big men were dragging a skinny boy out of a house.

The young man shouted into the house hoarsely: "Father! Mother!"

Immediately afterwards, a couple in their thirties came out, supporting each other, and beside them was a thin boy who cried pitifully, "Big brother! Don't take big brother!"

Nangong Yue and his group stopped involuntarily and looked in that direction.

Zhou Dacheng frowned slightly. Is there any Wang Fa here? In broad daylight, someone dares to rob people in the street!

Zhou Dacheng glanced at Nangong Yue, and was about to step forward, but saw the man in the couple take a step forward and pleading with the burly men with red eyes: "I regret it! I will give you the money back. , a few uncles, please don't take away my dog ​​leftovers!"

One of the tall and strong men snorted in disdain, took out a densely written paper from his arms, and said disdainfully, "You guys signed this contract of prostitution, see clearly? This is a death contract! After signing the death deed, do you still want to go back?!" He deliberately looked around and said loudly, "The death deed is here, even if we sue the government, we are justified!"

Zhou Dacheng didn't come forward again. The other party said it well. Since the death deed has been signed, even the government has no right to interfere.

The woman burst into tears with excitement: "The dog left! My dog ​​left!"

A few burly men ignored the poor couple at all, and arrogantly dragged the boy named Gouzu away.

"Hey--"

A long sigh came from the side of the road, and I saw a gray-haired old lady sighing and shaking her head: "This family can't think about it too much! No matter how poor the family is... How can they sell people to that kind of place?! Go , I don't know how he died!"

Nangong Yue's brows moved, does this aunt know something?

She gave Baihui a wink to Baihui, who was also dressed as a man, and Baihui immediately understood. She got off her horse, walked quickly to the old lady, and asked, "Auntie, do you know the origin of those people? Why are they so domineering? what?"

The old lady saw that Baihui was dressed as a servant, and looked at the guards accompanying her. She knew that this group of people were either rich or expensive, but they were foreigners after all, and no matter how honorable they were, they were nowhere near the masters of those people.

The old lady hesitated for a while, but she kindly reminded: "That's the people from the Fang's mine. I often come to our town to buy people to work as miners in the mine, and they still sign a death contract. The old lady sees that you are foreigners, it is best Avoid them."

Naturally, Nangong Yue, who was two or three feet away, also heard it, frowning slightly, but said nothing.

The group continued to move forward, and after a cup of tea, they arrived at the inn in the town.

In this kind of town, the inn rarely receives passing officials or messengers on weekdays, and the inside is empty.

As soon as the postmaster saw Zhou Dacheng present the postal voucher of the Zhennan Wangfu, he was so shocked that he almost lost his legs.

There were not many rooms in the inn, and the postmaster ordered the staff to reluctantly clean up one room for Nangong Yue, and another room for the accompanying guards.

After a stick of incense, there were a few more people in Nangong Yue's room. In addition to Zhou Dacheng, two shadowy guards, Xiao Ying and Xiao An, were also called.

Nangong Yue looked around the crowd, her eyes fell on Xiao Ying, and she said solemnly, "Xiao Ying!"

"My subordinates are here." Xiao Ying put away his usual inattentiveness and responded respectfully with his fists clasped.

"I'm afraid I'm going to let you go to the mine this time." Nangong Yue half-squinted her eyes, and there was a glint in her eyes.

Before she came, she had guessed that there was something wrong with the mine here, and today's scene made her more and more sure of her guess. The general mining farms and the surrounding villages and towns are mutually beneficial. Most of them will hire miners. After all, mining is hard work. It can be used for a few years to exchange for some young and strong miners, which is far cheaper than buying an individual with a dead contract. many.

Unless... there is something shady in this mine!

Also, from the words of the old lady just now, it was revealed that a lot of people died in the mine for no apparent reason...

If you want to investigate the truth, you can only go to the tiger's den.

The situation at the mine is unknown, and this mission is naturally risky. After thinking about it, Nangong Yue decided to let Xiao Ying explore it.

At this time, Nangong Yue couldn't help but feel a little fortunate. Fortunately, she left her grandfather, sister Xia and Thrush in the post in Hehe Town before detouring to Siglai Mountain.

Xiao Ying's eyes lit up when she heard the words, and she immediately understood the implication of Nangong Yue's words, and said excitedly: "Prince Prince, are you asking your subordinates to sell themselves?" The excitement in his eyes and tone could not be concealed, as if Some can't wait. "That's a good idea, my subordinates haven't tried selling their bodies to bury their father!" After speaking, he looked at Xiao An with thief eyes, Xiao An's heart sank, and his face was as black as the bottom of a pot...

Xiao Ying and Xiao An quickly looked back and forth. Nangong Yue was originally in a heavy mood, but she couldn't help laughing because of the two of them, and even the atmosphere in the room was much lighter...

Xiao Ying and Xiao An quickly retreated silently.

The room was quiet for a moment, Nangong Yue picked up the tea cup, took a sip and put it down, her eyes darkened, and she said slowly and meaningfully: "Then it's time to meet the county magistrate here."

As soon as Nangong Yue's voice fell, there was a sound of footsteps in the corridor outside, and he followed Ren Zinan into the room and said, "Young Master, Wang Xiancheng has already arrived. Just arrived downstairs, do you want to bring it now?"

The timing was a coincidence, and Nangong Yue responded.

After a while, Ren Zinan hurriedly came with a middle-aged man in the robe of the county magistrate. The county magistrate was sweating profusely, and his expression could not hide his nervousness.

The tokens of the Zhennan Wangfu have been sent to the county government. No matter what else the county chief has to do, he has to put it down temporarily. He hurried over in a carriage and felt uneasy in his heart: They are in this remote and remote place, he is in this county. The highest official he has ever seen is only the magistrate of the neighboring town, where have he seen the nobles from the palace!

"Master Wang, this way please!"

Ren Zinan politely invited the other party into the room, but Wang Xiancheng stayed outside the room for a moment, wiped the sweat from his forehead, and then crossed the threshold with his robe.

There were four people in the room. The most striking one was a young man who looked fifteen or sixteen years old. He was wearing a blue robe and was sitting at a round mahogany table. Two handsome men stood behind the young man. The servants are all standing by with their heads bowed.

The young gentleman took a sip of tea carelessly, frowned, put it aside in disgust, and said angrily, "What kind of tea is this! Is it for people?"

One of the servants hurried forward half a step and said respectfully, "Young Master, will you make a pot of the Pu'er tea we brought this time?"

The young man waved his hand, and the servant immediately went out of the house, passing by Wang Xiancheng, who entered the house, and the young boy didn't even look at Wang Xiancheng.

Wang Xiancheng calmly looked at the last person in the room. It was a tall middle-aged man, a man in his forties, with a black face. Judging from his fierce aura, he looked like a soldier. I am afraid that the generals in the middle are still battle-hardened, but a character like this can only stand in front of this young son.

The black face was naturally Zhou Dacheng, he clasped his fists at the county magistrate Wang, and then introduced: "Master Wang, this is our son." He deliberately said vaguely.

"I've seen your son."

Wang Xiancheng hurriedly bowed respectfully, and speculated in his heart: Since the person holding the token of Zhennan Wangfu, it must be someone from the Wangfu. I heard that the prince is still fighting in Yanding City, so there are not many who can be called princes. As far as he knew, in addition to the second son Xiao Luan, the prince had several nephews, and he didn't know who was here today.

"No ceremony." Nangong Yue said casually, without asking the other party to sit down.

Wang Xiancheng naturally did not dare to criticize, and asked diligently: "I don't know that the son is looking for an official, but what are your orders?"

Nangong Yue shook the folding fan in her hand and asked straight to the point, "Master Wang, is there a mining farm on the Siglai Mountain next to your town?"

Wang Xiancheng was stunned, but he didn't expect that the other party came to ask Fang's mine. But that mine is the property of the Fang family, and the property of the ancestral family of the eldest son and the second son of Xiao.

Wang Xiancheng had some doubts in his heart, but he still replied, "Sir, the mine in Siglai Mountain is owned by the Fang family, specializing in the production of iron ore. Not much." The Fang family bought some young adults in the town to sign the death deed, of course, Wang Xiancheng knew about it, but the dignified Fang family had a great business and was an in-law of the Zhennan Wangfu. How dare you say anything. Moreover, the government really can't intervene in this matter, and that death deed is equivalent to buying a person's life.

Nangong Yue seemed to smile, but did not miss the hesitation that flickered on Wang Xian's face, but he didn't take it seriously, and said, "Sir Wang, this young master came to Siglai Mountain this time because of his father..." As she said that, she coughed again deliberately, and changed her tone, "I came to purchase iron ore by order of the military. The military affairs are urgent and can't be delayed. You go and call the person who is in charge of the Fang's mine to my son!"

Of course, Wang Xiancheng also heard what Nangong Yue said, and a storm surged in his heart, "It's my father..." Could it be that what the other party wanted to say was, "It's my father's order"? Then, the other party is undoubtedly the second son of Xiao of the palace! Could it be that the second son wanted to show his merit in front of the lord, so he came here without going through the Fang family...

The more Wang Xiancheng thought about it, the more he felt that this was the case. Thinking of the rumors about Second Young Master Xiao that came from the battle with Baiyue last year, he thought he was the truth.

Seeing that Wang Xiancheng's face changed several times, Lily behind Nangong Yue almost didn't laugh, and secretly shed tears of sympathy for Xiao Luan who was far away in Luoyue City.

Wang Xiancheng did not dare to neglect, wiped the sweat from his forehead again, and hurriedly said: "...Young Master, please wait a moment, the lower official will send someone to pass it on."

After Wang Xiancheng saluted, he went downstairs temporarily, and anxiously sent someone to the Fangjia mine to find someone. This is a matter between the Wangfu and Fang's family, and Wang Xiancheng really doesn't want to get involved in it.

Wang Xiancheng was walking back and forth in the lobby of the inn anxiously, but he didn't expect to see the second son Xiao and a group of entourages coming downstairs before he waited for the steward Deng to come to Fang's house.

"Young Master," Wang Xiancheng hurriedly stepped forward, "You are..."

Nangong Yue stroked her sleeves and said, "My son is so upset about waiting. Let's go outside first. When the Fang family arrives, let him wait for my son here." He said as a matter of course. .

Wang Xiancheng secretly complained: I heard that this second son of Xiao is absurd, I thought it was just like the previous rumors that the prince was a dude, nine out of ten sentences were exaggerated. 's son.

Wang Xiancheng had no choice but to say, "Young Master, will the lower official accompany you to walk around?"

Nangong Yue was noncommittal and left on her own accord, while Wang Xiancheng quickly followed.

The crowd surrounded Nangongyue like the stars and the moon and walked around aimlessly. Nangongyue complained to Wang Xiancheng from time to time as he walked, "Master Wang, your town is too boring, right? There are no restaurants. There are no temple fairs, no dim sum shops, and not even a salesman on the road..."

Wang Xiancheng could only helplessly laugh.

At this time, there was a commotion in front, and I saw a few people around the road, whispering, not knowing what they were looking at...

"Huh?" Nangong Yue raised her eyebrows and said to Lily, "Xiaohe, go and see what happened there?"

"Yes."

Lily took the order and nimbly got into the crowd, then nimbly got out again, and came back with a low brow and pleasing to the eye: "Young Master, someone sells his body there to bury his brother." Lily thought of what she saw just now, He struggled to hold back his laughter, froze all over.

"Selling your body and burying your brother?!" Nangong Yue tapped the palm of her hand with a fan handle with great interest, her eyes shining brightly, "The young master must go over to see who is the beauty..." She said, she has already strode Walk in the direction of the crowd.

"Gong..." Baihui deliberately made an expression of hesitating to speak, and endured even harder.

Wang Xiancheng also hurriedly followed, and gave the two yamen a wink.

The two yamen hurriedly stepped forward to clear the way for Nangong Yue, and those people naturally avoided the officials when they saw it.

In the center of the crowd, three burly men were standing in front of a straw mat. The one in the middle was the tallest and strongest. With a wave of his arms, he said loudly, "I bought it!" The people looked around and said, "I bought it by Tiger Lord!" The tone seemed to say who would dare to snatch someone from this uncle! ?

For fear of offending this group of people, those people did not dare to watch, so they all dispersed. The vision in front was also clearer. As soon as Wang Xiancheng saw the man who claimed to be Tiger Lord, he frowned, fearing that Second Young Master Xiao would have a disagreement with the other party.

There was a man lying on the straw mat in front of the three big men. The man was covered with a large gray linen cloth. The linen cloth outlined the outline of the corpse, which made people shudder.

On the back of the straw mat, there was a ragged young man kneeling. His hair was a little messy, and there was a lot of ashes on his cheeks, but he could still tell that he was only in his twenties.

That Tiger Lord nodded in satisfaction, while Nangong Yue snorted coldly: "I thought it was a pink lady who sold her body to bury her brother, how could he be a stinky man! It's boring! It's boring!"

That Tiger Master also saw Wang Xiancheng next to Nangong Yue, and he was worried that this young gentleman who didn't know where he came from would steal someone from him, but now he is finally relieved.

Fearing that slowness might change, he hurriedly raised his hand, and the attendant beside him quickly handed a piece of paper into his hand.

Lord Tiger squatted down and said strongly to the young man: "Aren't you going to sell your body to bury your brother? Hurry up and bet?"

The young man hesitantly looked at the full deed and asked, "I don't know how many years I have to sign? Can I..."

Before he could finish his words, Master Tiger said impatiently, "Why are you asking so many questions? My uncle can help you bury your brother!"

At the same time as he was talking, his attendant gave him a fingerprint while he was not paying attention.

These people seem to be well-trained, or rather, used to doing it on weekdays. After a while, a carriage came over, and behind the carriage was a huge wooden cage. There could be five or six men locked in the cage, and the young man was also rudely locked in.

While being pushed and pushed forward, the young man shouted, "My brother... I want to bury my brother!"

Hu Ye replied with a full mouth: "Don't worry, since you signed the deed, this uncle will naturally speak his mind and will bury your brother for you." He gave the attendant a look, and the attendant immediately wrapped the straw mat and carried it. away the corpse. Isn't it just dealing with a corpse? What's the trouble with that!

Looking at the direction that the carriage was going, Nangong Yue spread out her fan again, turned her head to Wang Xiancheng and said, "Master Wang, isn't your town too poor? Why are so many people selling themselves? ... This is There really are iron mines in the town, isn’t it a lie to my son? Zhaofeng Town and Ruixiang Town are also rich in iron and copper mines, as far as my son knows, they are all very rich.”

Wang Xiancheng smiled bitterly in his heart. The wealth of other mining towns is because the mines have enabled the local people to make a living, and have also driven other industries, but the mines in their towns are managed by the Fang family themselves...

Wang Xiancheng couldn't tell the bitterness, so he could only say: "Sir, the lower officials dare not deceive. There is indeed iron ore on the Siglai Mountain, and it is very rich, and nearly a hundred cars of iron ore are transported out every month. "If it weren't for the fact that there were too many iron ore mines to be dug in time, why would the Fang family buy people everywhere to go to the mines!

Nangong Yue raised her eyebrows. In this way, the ore contained in the Siglai Mountain is extremely rich, and it doesn't look like she is secretly doing other things in the name of the mine. In other words, the secret of this Siglai Mountain is very Probably the mine itself...

Nangong Yue thought about it, and glanced forward, the carriage that looked like a prisoner was turning right, and then she couldn't see it.

The carriage was escorted by several people and horses all the way out of the town, and went to the western suburbs of the town. After traveling for four or five miles, several mountain ranges appeared in front.

The few men who were locked in the carriage all had expressions of unease and fear on their faces. The carriage was silent, and there was no sound at all. Xiao Ying, who was curled up in the corner, also looked uneasy, looked around, but the corner of his mouth was The angle that others can't see draws a weird arc...

"Is this group new?" At the foot of the mountain, a big man who guarded the gate looked at the people in the carriage, glanced at it casually, and opened the iron gate to let the carriage in.

The carriage continued to move along the winding mountain road, and a person dressed as a yamen could be seen in front of him hurriedly going in another direction...

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