Song Lin crossed his arms, watching the three people fighting and quarreling on the street with cold eyes, and said: "It's none of your business whether it's easy for me to make money or not. Why should I give it to you?"

The rain was getting heavier, soaking the three people standing in the rain. The carbon dust on Shen Xu's face was also washed away, revealing his originally fair skin, which looked very delicate and pitiful.

Shen Lanhan fell to his knees and cried bitterly, "Constable Song, please save me. We have lost our home and there is nothing we can do. Please buy her for six taels of silver. From now on, she will be your slave and servant and work like a cow or a horse for you. It has nothing to do with us."

Yu also pressed Shen Xu's head and knelt down, dragging Song Lin's trouser legs to prevent him from leaving.

"They're not my parents, but I accidentally set their house on fire, so I have to pay them compensation."

Seeing that no one was covering her mouth, Shen Xu raised her head and continued, "Detective Song, everyone in the village said that I crawled out of a coffin and was unlucky. They were kind enough to take me in and give me food, but I smashed their homes and set their houses on fire."

"I don't want to cheat you either. Otherwise, you can buy me back first and let them build the house so they have a place to live. I will find a way to return the money to you."

Song Lin initially shrank back in resistance, then looked down and saw her kneeling in the rain, looking so charming. He was slightly startled, then his tone softened and he asked, "How much do you want?"

"Twenty..." Shen Xu was about to repeat her price when Yu rushed over and covered her mouth, gritting her teeth and saying, "Shut up, you jinx! If you dare ruin this deal, I'll tear your mouth apart!"

"Five taels!" The lazy man made up his mind and quickly took out the indenture with his handprint on it, and stuffed the rope and the indenture into Song Lin's arms.

Fearing that the other party would hesitate, he urged: "Five taels, hurry up and buy it!"

Song Lin pursed his lips tightly, hesitated for a moment, took out a few coins from his waist bag, and handed them to Shen Lanhan.

The lazy man hurriedly pocketed the silver, pulled Yu onto the ox cart, and fled away in the heavy rain as if he was avoiding the plague god.