Little Fu Bao was a little reluctant to part with Old Man Zhuo. As soon as he left, the little guy's eyes gradually swelled up like steamed buns.

Zhuo Ming also cried.

The two little ones cried louder and louder than the other.

When Xiao Fubao and Zhuo Ming were sent to the Niu family by Zhuo Ruizhe, their eyes were still red and swollen.

Xie Jinyan looked at Xiao Fubao and said:

"You brat, you can cry too!"

"None of your business!" Little Fu Bao said.

"I was just trying to be kind to you, and you don't even appreciate it. You even curse at me. What a brat!" Xie Jinyan said.

Xiao Heng looked at Xiao Fubao's swollen eyes and said:

"Old Master Zhuo is going to take up a new post, not to die. If you really want to see him, then open your hair salon in Ping'an County, Luzhou."

He remembered that in his previous life, when Old Master Zhuo had an accident, he did not die. Instead, after the accident, his two sons, daughters-in-law, and grandson were all killed by a group of bandits.

They even massacred Haijia Village.

But that was two years later.

At that time, he was only sixteen years old and was working as a farmhand.

He was neither a scholar nor a graduate, much less the powerful minister who later became influential at the age of twenty-five.

The tragedy in Haijia Village also killed Ji Ninghai, his own uncle.

Ji Ninghai was the only court official who denied that Haijia Village had been robbed by bandits; he was determined to seek justice for the unjustly killed souls in his territory.

Later, Ji Ninghai died.

He died at the hands of bandits.

The emperor was furious about this and sent four imperial envoys to Luzhou to investigate the case. Three of them died for various reasons, and only one returned alive.

The person who came back alive was him, Xiao Heng.

That case was the first case he took on. At that time, he was a newly appointed scholar who had just passed the imperial examination and was only twenty years old.

At that time, four years had passed since the Haijia Village massacre.

Therefore, he became famous throughout the country for a time, but he also suffered retaliation from the remnants of the party and was transformed from a civil official into a military general.

He still remembers the case in Haijia Village, where Old Master Zhuo's youngest grandson died at the age of five.

The murderer cut off the child's head and threw it into the Niushan County government office to provoke the officials.

After the case was overturned, Old Master Zhuo also passed away along with his entire family.

For Master Zhuo in his previous life, passing the imperial examination and becoming an official was not a fortunate event.

Xiao Heng gently comforted Xiao Fubao, but in his heart he was thinking that his father, the emperor, should have been cured by this time in his previous life.

He has to do something.

And there's that imposter who impersonated him in his past life.

"All you do is cry. I think you should be called Little Crybaby instead of Little Lucky Baby. Crybaby, crybaby, crybaby," Xie Jinyan said, sticking out his tongue.

Little Fu Bao ignored him this time.

She should have listened to her older brother and opened the hair salon in Luzhou...

After Miss Tao gave the hair fragrance recipe to her eldest sister who had married into the Yong'an Marquis's family, the secret recipe for her hair fragrance attracted the young master to stay overnight every night, and also attracted all the noble ladies in the capital to inquire about this hair fragrance.

Some young ladies from prominent families even sent people to Niushan County to purchase goods, and Xiao Fubao's hair fragrance shop suddenly became a booming business.

Everything on the counter was sold out.

When Cuizhu saw Xiaofubao return, she felt as if she had found her pillar of support and asked:

"Young lady, we've sold out of everything, only ten bottles left! What are we going to do?"

"So, starting tomorrow, the shop will only sell one bottle per day for now. We'll say the stock is sold out and supply is insufficient, the highest bidder wins." "If you still need more, you'll need to pre-order." "Now, the medicinal herbs in the village are almost ready to be harvested."

Xiangfafang plans to expand, which means it needs to increase its workforce. These workers must be very reliable. Xiaofubao is wondering what kind of people she should recruit.

"Xiang'er, come with me to the slave trader. We need to find some people, servants with death contracts, not living contracts," Xiao Fubao said.

"Ideally, ideally, they would bring their families."

Xiang'er said, "Yes, miss."

The two of them went to the matchmaker's place after talking.

The official broker was in charge of buying and selling servants. Most of them were servants who had been driven out by their masters or were sold off after their former masters had gone bankrupt.

Some of them were concubines of wealthy families.

"Young lady, look at this one, she's quick-witted and nimble-fingered," the matchmaker said, pulling a slightly dark-skinned woman along.

Xiao Fubao shook her head. This one did look shrewd, but there was a worldly, calculating look in his eyes. Taking him back would probably cause trouble.

“Girl, please buy me,” a girl of about eleven or twelve years old said.

The matchmaker glared at her fiercely and said sternly:

"What's it to you? Get out of here."

The matchmaker's shout drew Xiao Fubao's attention even more. She had just noticed that the little girl was taller than her, but she looked downcast and couldn't see her face clearly. She just thought that the little girl was too introverted, so she walked straight past her.

"I told you to keep your head down, didn't you hear me?" The matchmaker pinched the little girl hard and said fiercely.

Little Fu Bao rolled her eyes at the matchmaker.

“Lift your head up,” Xiao Fubao said.

The little girl raised her head. She was a pretty girl, and although she couldn't be described as stunningly beautiful, she was the most beautiful among the twenty or thirty women present.

The moment she looked up, her almond-shaped eyes were filled with affection, her face was flushed, she was beautiful and delicate, and her fair skin was alluring. She was clearly not a girl from a farming family.

Little Fu Bao asked:

"Miss, what's your name?"

"I don't remember."

"Where is your hometown?"

"I don't remember either."

"How old are you?"

The little girl shook her head and said, "I don't remember. I only remember that I've been here for seven years."

The matchmaker quickly smiled and said, "Young lady, buying a maid like this isn't worthwhile. This one should at least be sold at the price of a concubine." "Why don't you look at some others?"

Little Fu Bao said:

"No, I want to buy her. How much? Name your price."

The twelve-year-old girl was slightly shocked. She had only been trying it out and hadn't expected the girl to actually be willing to spend so much money to buy her.

"If you want to buy someone else as a maid, it only costs seventy taels of silver. But to buy her... it will cost seven hundred taels. We originally planned to sell this little girl to a wealthy family as a concubine, or..."

Be a skinny horse.

The matchmaker quickly stopped talking.

She almost let it slip.

Even official matchmakers are not immune to shady dealings; it's a common phenomenon in the matchmaking industry.

Not all servants were legally bought and sold. Sometimes, brokers would also abduct children and set prices based on the "goods" they had.

In the laws of the Great Zhou Dynasty, this was punishable by death.

Although Xiao Fubao is not some kind of bodhisattva, she felt compelled to intervene since she had encountered this situation, especially since they were all girls.

Even if fates are different.

"Five hundred taels, matchmaker. I think this young girl has a fiery temper. If she can't be sold into a wealthy family as a concubine, she'll at least be sold as a 'skinny horse' (a euphemism for a prostitute)." "Being a concubine is fine, but if she becomes a 'skinny horse' and refuses to submit, you'll lose several hundred taels for nothing."

Xiao Fubao said.

"Besides, a common concubine in a wealthy family only costs two or three hundred taels of silver. You've made a profit with five hundred taels." "And while she's pretty, she's not exactly a great beauty."

Xiang'er continued, saying that she had once worked as a maid in a wealthy household.

The matchmaker thought for a moment and then smiled:

"Five hundred taels it is!" "They're spending five hundred taels to come back and have you as their personal maid; you're truly fortunate."