Chapter 449 Shepherd
Jia Yanbing helped Fubao up, her eyes full of admiring smiles. This little girl was indeed smart, and most importantly, she was more capable than her wooden father.
Jia Yanbing even suspected that Fubao was not Wan Laoer's biological daughter. Whether in appearance or intelligence, Fubao did not look like her father.
If he is a biological child, then Fubao’s mother must be a great beauty and an extremely intelligent woman.
Otherwise it would be really unfair.
"Mr. Yan, I saw a village." Wan Laoer's surprised voice came from outside.
“Is there a big willow tree at the entrance of the village?”
Jia Yanbing asked in a clear voice.
"Yes, there is a big willow tree at the entrance of the village. The village is not big. I also saw a group of sheep being driven back."
"That's right. We caught up with that person. We came at the right time. We don't have to go into the village to pick him."
There was also a hint of smile in Jia Yanbing's voice.
"Okay." Wan Laoer agreed and waved the whip in his hand, and the speed of the carriage was much faster than before.
The carriage just caught up with the man before he entered the village.
"Hey - fellow, wait a minute." Wan Laoer bent over, holding the reins in one hand and the whip in the other, stood up from the carriage and shouted loudly to the shepherd.
The shepherd wore a thick felt hat with slightly frayed edges, and a tattered sheepskin coat. The fur was no longer bright and had turned a little black, but it looked very warm. His collar was turned up high, and a thick hemp rope was tied around his waist to prevent the cold wind from blowing in from below.
He was wearing a pair of dark-colored coarse cloth trousers with the trouser legs tucked into worn leather boots. The boots were covered with scratches, which should be the marks left by walking on the rugged mountain road.
He was holding a long shepherd's whip in his hand and shouting at the flock. When he heard Wan Laoer's shouting from afar, he turned his head to take a look and then stood still.
Wan Laoer finally caught up in his carriage.
"Countryman, are you calling me?" The man's accent was obviously different from that in Shizi Village.
The border area is vast and sparsely populated, which also leads to the phenomenon of different accents every ten miles.
"My fellow countryman, it's me." Wan Laoer jumped off the carriage gently, stood still, and replied with a smile on his face.
"What do you want from me? I'm waiting to go home for dinner."
When Wan Laoer saw the man talking, he showed a mouthful of yellow teeth and had dark skin. It might be because he had been herding sheep outside for many years, exposed to the wind and sun, so his actual age could not be told at all. However, he did look older, so Wan Laoer did not dare to speak rashly and address him as brother.
"Fellow countryman, this is the case. We want to buy some sheep from your family. What do you think..."
"Dad, the master said he needs your help, please come here." At this time, Fubao pushed open the car window, stuck his head out, and shouted crisply, interrupting Wan Laoer's words.
Wan Laoer smiled at the shepherd and said, "Sorry, sorry, I'll go check it out first, please wait for me a moment."
The man was honest and kind, and he didn't show any impatience when he heard that. Instead, he waved his hand and said, "Then hurry up, okay? I'm hungry."
"Hey, okay."
Wan Laoer trotted back to the carriage, leaned over to open the door, and looked inside. "Mr. Yan? What's the matter?"
"Brother Wan, I need to get off for a while, thank you." Jia Yanbing still had some inconvenience in moving. The carriage was low, he was six feet tall, and the wound was on his chest. He had to bend down and lower his head to get out of the carriage, which would involve the wound, so he needed Wan Laoer to help him.
Jia Yanbing was sitting by the car window at this time, with Fubao standing next to him.
He was wearing a new set of clothes today, a new cotton robe bought for him by Wan Laoer at the cloth shop. It was made of indigo fine cotton cloth, with a circle of gray rabbit fur on the collar, and a rabbit fur cotton hat on his head. His jet-black hair was casually tied into a knot at the back with a ribbon, which made him look even more easygoing and free and easy.
Moreover, Wan Laoer felt that Jia Yanbing's temperament had changed a lot compared to when they first met. However, he couldn't put it into words, after all, his knowledge was limited, but he gave people a more friendly feeling.
"Okay, I'll help you get off." Wan Laoer supported himself on the edge of the carriage with one hand, and with a little effort he easily jumped onto the carriage.
Wan Laoer carefully helped Jia Yanbing out of the carriage, and Fubao waited behind for Wan Laoer to carry her out of the carriage.
Jia Yanbing slowly walked to the shepherd.
When the shepherds saw Jia Yanbing, they were immediately shocked by his beauty. After all, they couldn't find such a handsome man in the whole town.
It was a little different from facing Wan Laoer. The elegant temperament of Jia Yanbing made the shepherd a little nervous. In addition, he was seriously injured after a serious illness, and there was a kind of sickly air mixed with his innate nobility. Even if he was wearing ordinary fine cotton clothes, people could feel that he was different.
"Fellow countryman, we are traveling merchants who have come here because of your reputation. We heard that you are good at raising sheep and that your mutton is particularly delicious. I wonder if your sheep have been ordered yet?" Jia Yanbing's voice was gentle and comfortable to hear.
The shepherd was in no hurry to go home for dinner, and he spoke with a stutter.
"Are... my sheep so famous? I... I didn't know." The shepherd tucked the shepherd's whip under his armpits, put his hands into his sleeves, smiled shyly, revealing a mouthful of big yellow teeth, and spoke with white mist in his voice. His feet could not help but rub against the ground nervously.
Jia Yanbing smiled gently, clasped his hands in front of his abdomen, and let his arms hang casually. Because the wound on his chest had not yet healed, his standing posture was a little strange, with his chest hunched and his back hunched, but he tried his best to stand straight.
"Fellow villager, don't be nervous. We just want to buy your sheep. We want a large quantity. Give us a price. If we think it's appropriate, we can discuss further."
The man was a little undecided. He really had to sell his sheep because Chinese New Year was coming. In a month, it would be the time to slaughter sheep and pigs, and mutton was expensive. Every year he slaughtered his own sheep and sold the meat. He didn't expect that this year someone would come to his door to buy them. It seemed that his sheep were indeed good.
The man has been successfully brainwashed by Jia Yanbing.
"Well, you have come all this way, why don't you come sit down at my house first? It's getting late, and the sheep need to be put into the pen. I can't make the decision on my own, so I have to go home and ask my wife."
The man was a little embarrassed.
"As it should be, I will go with my brother."
Jia Yanbing did not embarrass him, but responded very casually.
Fubao immediately let herself go when she saw the sheep. She likes small animals very much, especially this kind of non-aggressive livestock.
At this time, she had already entered the flock of sheep. She touched the horns of one sheep with her little hand, and pulled the beard of another sheep, making the flock restless. Soon, the sheep ran home by themselves, without the shepherd having to drive them away. Fubao followed behind, shouting, "Sheep, sheep, don't run away. I am Fubao."
But how could the sheep recognize her? They ran faster.
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