"Liar, even if my father wanted to sell me out, my mother wouldn't!"

The snotty kid beat the old woman desperately. The old woman explained to the onlookers and turned around with a fierce look in her eyes.

She took out her handkerchief, and a smile appeared on her wrinkled face as she said, "How can you talk like that? Look at your snotty nose! Come and wipe it!"

The old woman put the handkerchief over the baby's mouth and nose, seemingly wiping his nose.

When the handkerchief was put over the kid, he stopped struggling and his eyes became blank.

There were many people at the market, and the old woman secretly breathed a sigh of relief and said, "It seems that he is tired of crying. I will take him away now."

"Alas, life is unpredictable. It's pitiful to have a gambling father who sells his children!"

"That's right. She's only a few years old. What can she do if she's sold to a wealthy family?"

It was just a small episode, and the people were soon attracted by the hawking sounds in the market.

Jiang Yuzhu was watching the whole process from a distance and said to Hong Jin, "Go follow that woman and see who she's meeting with."

If the guess is correct and the little boy is more trustworthy, then the old woman must be a human trafficker.

After the war in the northern border town, the people coming and going were mixed, and among them mixed people were those who kidnapped and trafficked women and children.

Normal transactions cost money, but if you cheat people, there is probably no cost.

"Snotty-nosed kid is good-looking, with fair skin. If you keep him for a few years and sell him in a brothel, you can earn a lot of money."

Since returning from Sishui City, Jiang Yuzhu has become even more disgusted with human trafficking.

She was originally skeptical, but when she saw the handkerchief the old woman took out, she immediately concluded that there was something wrong with her.

"That handkerchief is stained with medicine. It's from the beggar!"

The old woman can't accomplish anything by herself, there must be a hideout behind her.

Hong Jin followed and caught a whole nest of them.

When the servants in the house saw this scene, they became even more devoted to Jiang Yuzhu.

Although they haven't seen the master yet, does it matter? They just need to listen to the lady!

There was a cloth shop ahead. Jiang Yuzhu had already greeted the shopkeeper and said to the servants behind her, "Let's go to the cloth shop to pick out some fabrics and buy some new clothes before the New Year."

Servants always have to do work, and their coats are bound to get dusty.

Cotton jackets cannot be washed, so you have to make a few more coats.

Jiang Yuzhu was a generous person. Seeing Huang Dali and Huang Xiaomei standing at the door, she raised her eyebrows and asked, "Why don't you go in?"

"Madam, my brother and I have a strong baby, so it takes too much fabric."

Before being bought by Jiang Yuzhu, the brother and sister had never worn new clothes and always wore old clothes.

Even after patching the clothes over and over again, they were still too short.

Huang Xiaomei finally got a new coat, but she was reluctant to wear it and even slept with it in her arms at night.

The brother and sister are simple-minded and don't want to cause trouble for the lady.

Besides, since they arrived at the mansion, they have been eating and drinking, and there is not much work to do every day. Everyone is harmonious and friendly, and no one has ever complained about their love for food. They wouldn't change their life even if they were a god.

"It's just a few pieces of cloth, why are you so nervous?"

Jiang Yuzhu waved her hand, urging the siblings, "You too must learn to see the world slowly. Otherwise, if you follow me to the capital and act timidly, won't that bring shame upon me?"

Jiang Yuzhu is a powerful figure in the capital because she is rich.

She often buys the entire shop because she likes something.

"Madam, can we still go to the capital?"

Huang Dali stuttered, looking incredulous.

The capital city is under the feet of the emperor, and he has a sense of inferiority that he will dirty the capital city if he steps on its soil.

On this side, Gong Huai also came out of the shop.

As a steward, he has to take good care of every servant.

Hearing what his wife said, Gong Huai was slightly shocked, but then he felt that it was as it should be.

The lady's every move and gesture exuded the nobility of someone who was born into a powerful family. Even if the lady didn't mention it, Gong Huai had already guessed it.

I really don’t know what good deeds I did in my previous life to have such good fortune even after being exiled to the north.

Inside the cloth shop, the servants were too timid to even touch the fine cotton material. Jiang Yuzhu simply waved her hand and said to the shopkeeper, "You don't have to open a business anymore. I'll buy all the cloth."

Whether it was coarse cloth, fine cotton, silk, or leather, he would buy them all and choose them when he got back home.

"You can choose first, and don't worry about leftovers. If there are any patterns you don't like, send them to the charity hall."

Next, every time Jiang Yuzhu arrived at a shop, she would empty it out directly according to the same model as she had done at the cloth shop.

Happiness came so suddenly that the shopkeepers on the street ran around to tell each other, their mouths grinning from ear to ear.

After the big purchase, Jiang Yuzhu still felt a little unsatisfied.

By noon, when the market was over, Hong Jin still hadn't returned.

The servants returned home and joined in receiving the goods and organizing the warehouse.

As the New Year approaches, the north is filled with the festive atmosphere.

Every household hangs big red lanterns and pastes red window decorations.

As soon as it gets dark, walking on the small road, the houses on both sides are illuminated by the red lights, adding a calm and warm glow.

After eating several barbecue meals in a row, Jiang Yuzhu started to prepare the mutton pot.

The mutton soup is made from the best mutton ribs. The bottom of the pot is a double-edged sword, with milky white mutton soup on one side and spicy food on the other. Bubbles gurgle out of the pot after it is opened, and the hot and spicy taste is choking.

Eating something spicy on a cold day will warm you up all over.

Mo Yan prepared a sesame sauce dish and dipped the mutton slices into the clear soup. The meat slices changed color and were dipped in sesame sauce, which made them savor the taste over and over again.

"Thanks...why hasn't my brother-in-law come back yet?"

The Chinese New Year is approaching, but the atmosphere at home has not changed at all.

In fact, when Xie Zhao was not around, Mo Yan was very relaxed.

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