However, the encouragement had no effect; instead, the vomiting became even louder.
By this time, Chuanwen, who had just passed by, had already walked away into the distance. She waved her sleeves without leaving a trace, and the entire shop was filled with the sound of vomiting.
The skincare shop owned by the Vice Minister of Works quickly went from prosperity to decline, and everyone who saw him couldn't help but vomit. The Vice Minister of Works' lips twitched, and after figuring out the reason, he directly sold that Sister Han.
Sister Han, carrying her small bundle, looked pitiful and dared not raise her head under the watchful eyes of the slave trader.
"You're really bold to spit on that milk! And...and!"
The slave trader was so angry her liver hurt. She couldn't finish her sentence, so she just poked Sister Han's head hard with her finger. "Do you know that those who use that milk are all high-ranking officials and nobles? You can't afford to offend them! You should be grateful they didn't beat you to death!"
In all her years in this industry, she's seen all sorts of rejections, but she's never seen anyone as outrageous as this!
This fool has offended so many people at once, and they're all high-ranking officials and dignitaries. He's not going to have a good time.
Sister Han was also scolded to the point of being speechless, shrinking her head and not daring to breathe loudly.
Sister Han stayed with the human trafficker for a few days, and several groups of people who came to buy people avoided her.
The main group consisted of wealthy families, and the slave traders dared not hide the mistakes Sister Han had made. Once they heard about what she had done, they naturally dared not take her.
Finally, the slave trader had no other choice. She was unwilling to support an idle person for nothing, so when the people from the Shen family came to choose two people to grow plants, she strongly recommended Sister Han.
Although she had spat in the milk, planting plants had nothing to do with eating and drinking, so it wouldn't be a problem for her to do it.
Fortunately, Sister Han was a large woman, which is why the man was able to persuade her to take her in under the influence of the slave trader's silver tongue.
Sister Han was overjoyed; she was sure she would work diligently this time.
However, she did her job diligently, but then she discovered that some people were not doing their jobs diligently.
Well... actually, you can't say that. Sister Han thought about it, because the strategists employed by General Shen's mansion didn't have to do any work at all.
Anyway, Sister Han was so frightened by witnessing the strategist surnamed Liu accepting money that she couldn't sleep well for two days. The person who gave the money to the strategist surnamed Liu was the same person who had come to ask General Shen for a favor but was kicked out by General Shen. Moreover, she heard the strategist surnamed Liu agree to help the person get things done by using General Shen's name.
I wonder if she hid well at the time, or if she was discovered?
That day, Chuanwen slept until the sun was high in the sky before getting up, because she had given the girls' school a day off. Although she liked everyone to study as hard as they could, rest was still necessary, otherwise the string would easily break if it was stretched too tight.
Of course, after working so hard for so many days, she also wanted to sleep in.
The doting elderly couple, the Marquis of Changxing and his wife, had prepared food well in advance, so she could eat it as soon as she woke up.
Facing a table full of delicious food, Chuanwen stretched and sighed, "This is the life I've always wanted!"
After eating his fill, he patted his round belly and went to find a bed.
The old couple, the Marquis of Changxing and his wife, were speechless. They pulled Chuanwen aside and told her to move around a bit before going to sleep, otherwise it would be bad for her health.
Chuanwen was pulled away and kept there, and then the three of them stared at each other blankly.
Marquis Changxing: Ahem, why isn't my granddaughter posting melon pictures anymore?
Madam of Changxing: Ahem, granddaughter, say something!
The message reads: "Why does the atmosphere feel a bit strange?"
[It's too quiet. Should I recite a menu for the elders? *burp* We just ate, reciting a menu would probably make me faint! Or how about street dance? Uh... I don't think I can do that. Singing is easy though, I should be able to!]
Chuanwen smiled, knowing that life and death were uncertain. Just as Chuanwen rolled his eyes and was about to start the conversation, Marquis Changxing immediately spoke.
"Madam, have you seen my dentures?"
The message, which had been quietly beginning to be delivered, was suddenly interrupted by the Marquis of Changxing, disrupting his breathing and nearly causing him to choke. He rolled his eyes, regaining his composure, and looked at his adoptive grandfather with a puzzled expression. [The old man still has all his teeth, when did he get dentures?]
Marquis Changxing, who originally intended to bite his granddaughter to death with his dentures, suddenly felt something was amiss and regretted bringing up the dentures issue. Sure enough, he then heard Chuanwen burst into laughter.
[Hahaha! My cheap grandfather stole more than one set of dentures! The father of the Vice Minister of Works, the father of Shen Congliang's concubine, the godmother of the Minister of War, the Vice Minister of Personnel...]
The old lady of Changxing looked at her husband and asked with her eyes, "When did you develop this hobby? You even steal things that the old lady used? What are you trying to do?"
Marquis Changxing shook his head repeatedly, almost turning it into a rattle drum.
Just then, a servant came to report that the Vice Minister of Revenue wanted to see Chuanwen.
Chuanwen's big eyes were full of doubt; she had no connection with the Vice Minister of Revenue.
The Marquis of Changxing and his wife were also puzzled, but they figured the person just wanted to ask their granddaughter something. Since the person had come, they couldn't very well turn them away, so they took Chuanwen with them to the front hall to meet them.
In the front hall, the Vice Minister of Revenue was a middle-aged man in his forties with a short, dark beard. Standing next to him was a woman, who was his wife.
Both of them looked anxious and restless. When they saw Chuanwen, their eyes lit up, but they hesitated and didn't know how to ask.
Finally, it was the wife of the Vice Minister of Revenue who went over and took Chuanwen's hand, her eyes full of expectation, "Good girl, have you seen my fourth daughter, Man'er?"
To prevent Chuanwen from overthinking, she quickly added, "She was reading in her room. I thought it was a rare day off for the girls' school, so I let her rest and relax. I took her for a walk in the street, but when I turned around while we were picking out jewelry in a shop, Man'er was gone! But Man'er was right next to me the whole time!"
"Gone?"
Marquis Changxing was puzzled. What do you mean by "disappeared" in broad daylight?
The wife of the Vice Minister of Revenue had already started to shed tears. There weren't many people in the shop at that time, and it was broad daylight. She never expected that her daughter would disappear. She instructed two maids to go to the shop across the street to buy some pastries to take back to her grandson. Who knew that her daughter, who was right next to her, would disappear without a word!
"Was she too busy playing to come into the shop with you?"
Although the old lady of the Marquis of Changxing frowned, she still held onto a glimmer of hope.
Recently, women have started disappearing in Beijing, but they usually disappear at night. Could it be that the thief has become so bold as to commit crimes during the day?
The old lady of the Marquis of Changxing thought it was unlikely. After all, this was under the emperor's nose, and even if the thief was rampant, he would have to be careful.
"No, although Xiaoman is playful, she is still very obedient. Even if she wants to go somewhere else, she will definitely let me know."
The wife of the Vice Minister of Revenue covered her face with her handkerchief and sobbed. They had been searching for a long time but had not found him. Something must have happened!
The Vice Minister of Revenue came over to comfort the lady, telling her to think positively about everything.
Chuanwen's brows furrowed more and more, because she discovered that Yang Xiaoman was not the only missing woman. In the past few days, seven or eight women had gone missing, including Sister Han who did rough work at Shen Congliang's house. So it shouldn't be a case of picking flowers, right?
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