The old village chief asked astutely, "Master? You sold yourself into slavery?"

A loud bang echoed in the courtyard as everyone stared in shock at Fan Damu, who had just entered.

Selling oneself into slavery?

"Da Mu, you're confused! This servant has no freedom at all. Master can fight, kill, and sell out. How can I sell myself into slavery?"

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Fan Damu interrupted impatiently: "Stop listening to what I've heard! I've always heard you guys complain about how bad it is to be a slave and how comfortable it is to be a farmer, but look what happened."

Farmers eat poorly and work hard all year round, yet they don't even have a new set of clothes!

But look at me, I signed the indenture yesterday and already received two sets of new clothes to change into, and I'm eating black flour, which is plentiful! I live in a brick house, and I don't have to worry about anything, from food and drink to clothing and shelter. Isn't this a good life?

Let me tell you something else. My master is Magistrate Wu of Guangning Prefecture. Do you think I'd be afraid of those disaster victims outside? Ha! Those disaster victims are only afraid of me!

It was thanks to Fan Jin and Hu Shuiqing that the Bai family's young man was saved, and the noblewoman who came to thank them the other day, adorned with gold and silver jewelry, turned out to be the wife of Magistrate Wu.

Recently, the number of disaster victims has increased, and there is unrest everywhere. The county magistrate's wife is worried about her two young sons who are bringing glory to their ancestors. She has expanded her household staff. She asked him a few more questions because he looked familiar. After learning that he was from the rear of Shanshui Village, she decided to buy him.

The old village chief shook his head helplessly.

Farmers had a hard time, but being a slave wasn't as easy as Fan Damu made it out to be.

However, everyone has their own ambitions, so there's no point in saying more.

The highest-ranking official the villagers had ever seen was the village chief; upon hearing the name of the county magistrate, everyone's eyes widened in astonishment.

Seeing that everyone was interested, Fan Damu adopted an official tone: "I have now shown my face to the county magistrate's son. If you want to go, considering that we are from the same village, I can put in a good word for you, but I can't guarantee that you will be selected."

As you all know, this is a great opportunity that everyone is scrambling to get.

Master Fan shook his head: "As long as my family has food to eat, I will not sell myself into slavery."

As soon as he spoke, many voices of agreement arose from the surrounding crowd.

Fan Damu said coldly, "When you run out of food, do you think you can still sell it? Will anyone buy it?"

An old man with no bones, who would buy him?

People who buy workers aren't stupid; of course, they'll choose those who can do the work.

If it weren't for the fact that everyone in his family was capable of working, the magistrate's wife wouldn't have agreed!

Xu Laosan asked hesitantly, "Da Mu, you've sold yourself, what will happen to your family?"

"What can we do? Of course, we'll come with me to eat and drink well. From now on, when we go out, we'll be Magistrate Wu's men!" Fan Damu said with a disdainful look.

Xu Laosan choked, but still wouldn't give up, he asked, "If you're the only one working as a servant, your whole family can eat and drink? Does that mean I can too?"

This is amazing!

He was even starting to get interested!

The others stared intently at Fan Damu, thinking that if that were the case, they could suffer a little themselves, but at least their family would be able to live comfortably.

It's not impossible...

"What kind of pipe dream are you having! Use your brain to think about whether such a good thing really exists? Even if such a good thing existed, would it be your turn?" Fan Damu roared, unable to contain his anger any longer.

These country bumpkins have such a beautiful dream.

Xu Laosan, who had been scolded for no reason, asked blankly, "Then what about you?"

"Of course I signed a contract that sold my whole family into servitude."

After Fan Damu finished speaking, the courtyard was so quiet you could hear a pin drop.

The dozens of people, who were originally so noisy that it was impossible to hear who was speaking, are now so quiet that you can hear the rustling of leaves in the wind.

"So I'm here to let you know that these damn protection teams and outing teams don't belong to my family. If you run into them in the city again, don't even think about trying to get on my good side."

By the way, I sold all my fields this time I came back. Anyone want to buy them?