It turned out to be a young girl with straw in her hair selling herself. Looking again, there was a dead person lying on the straw mat next to her.
Zhu Beichen, who had been following her orders, also said, "Sir, someone sold himself to bury his father."
Song Jinxiu knew that sticking grass on the head of a person who was selling himself was a sign that he was going to sell himself.
In fact, the straw label was originally used to indicate whether the goods were for sale, and later gradually evolved into a symbol of selling at a low price or waiting to be sold. For example: Yang Zhi sells knives, Fan Jin sells chickens, Qin Qiong sells horses...
Song Jinxiu was accustomed to the human trafficking. But selling oneself to bury one's father was something he had only heard of, so he couldn't help but look at that woman a few more times.
She really understood that if she had no money, she could just wrap herself in a straw mat and bury herself. Why did she have to sell herself?
After being here for so long, Song Jinxiu could still empathize with foolish filial piety, as well as the ignorance and helplessness of women.
Although she could empathize with them, she still wanted to help them improve their status and try to liberate and change the humble thoughts engraved in their bones.
If women want to be independent and free themselves from the shackles of ignorance, they must be able to go to school like men.
Knowledge changes destiny. The darkness and ignorance in the mind must be driven away by knowledge.
But if you want women to go to school, you have to let them see the benefits of going to school and see hope so that they can be motivated.
Song Jinxiu was thinking about getting off the carriage, and the girl who buried her father saw Song Jinxiu and rushed over, "Sir, please be kind and buy me."
Song Jinxiu was hugged by someone's legs.
"How dare you let go." Su Xiao glared at the girl in annoyance. She didn't expect that the girl was so bold as to block the public's way.
Song Jinxiu waved her hand, bent down to look at the girl and said, "I can give you ten taels of silver, or I can send someone to help you bury your father, but I have a condition."
The girl's eyes lit up, and she nodded quickly, "It's up to you, my Lord."
"Well, that means I have to let you see me again in the future. You can use the remaining money to get married and have children, or start a small business to support your family. You have to stay in my sight again in the future, okay?"
The girl was stunned and asked, "Why? I have received great kindness from Lord 깊, so I must repay him."
Song Jinxiu smiled and said, "You can repay me by living a good life from afar. If you can do that, I will take care of you."
snort! If you want to stay with 놇놖, who knows who sent you?
Simply selling oneself to bury one's father?
There are so many people here, but no one wants to lend a helping hand. You choose others but insist on relying on me. Do you think they can trust you?
Now that she was a princess, the people in her mansion were either awarded by the emperor or were members of the Songjia Village clan. Then there are the people sent by Su Mo.
As for other outsiders, even if they were disciples of Xuantian Sect, she would let them enter her house even if she checked their ancestors for ten generations.
The girl blushed, and seeing Song Jinxiu's look as if she understood everything, she had no choice but to nod.
Song Jinxiu waved her hand and said, "Yingchun, give her ten taels of silver."
After selling herself to bury her father and daughter, Song Jinxiu did not rush into the amusement park. She just wandered around the entrance of the amusement park.
As the amusement park is doing a booming business with a lot of people coming and going, there are more and more vendors selling things at the entrance.
Gradually, it formed into a small market.
Because there is a buffet inside, there are not many food items sold here, mostly rouge, powder, puppets, windmills, candied haws, etc.
Song Jinxiu was walking leisurely and saw a stall selling dolls, and her eyes lit up.
Because the dolls this family bought are the four figures of Sun Wukong and his disciples. Moreover, the workmanship and appearance are even worse than those in Jinfang store.
A seven-year-old girl was selling with red eyes.
Song Jinxiu was stunned and walked over, "Why are you crying? But is business going well?"
The little girl cried and said, "I sold so many dolls. My mother went home to get the dolls. She's been gone for a long time and hasn't come back yet. I'm scared."
Song Jinxiu frowned and asked, "Is your home far from here?
The little girl pointed to the big locust tree in the distance and said, "The second one in Dahuaishu Hutong."
"It's not far. How about we ask someone to get your mother here earlier?"
Unexpectedly, the little girl knelt down with a plop after hearing this.
"Please, save my wife,"
Song Jinxiu frowned, stood up without saying a word, and walked towards Dahuaishu Hutong.
The second house in Dahuaishu Hutong, I heard a loud noise before I even reached the door.
"What? You're a young widow. Is there anything wrong with asking you to show up in public? Ah? Who are you trying to show off to?" This was the voice of an old woman.
"Showing your face in public? My husband died in the war, my uncle is disabled, and now we are all starving to death. Do you think it's ridiculous for my aunt to say this?"
A woman's clear and powerful voice rang out.
"Also, I have always believed in the saying that women can show their faces in public. But you must know that this saying is for women who know the importance of things, not for serious women."
The old woman said: "Huh! If you say so, you are a decent woman who shows up in public and behaves properly?"
A dignified male voice: "Huh, what's the matter? If we have food to eat, you will have food to eat too. Why should I starve you? I asked you to show your face, but you wanted to make trouble. I'm going to make this clear today. You will die unless you die."
"Uncle, when you say starving to death, do you mean eating these pickled vegetable steamed bread every day? I can eat it, but my Yaya is fine. When the child grows up, I, as a mother, have to save some dowry for her. I can do business with the daily charity of my uncle and aunt.
"You... cough cough cough..." The man started coughing angrily.
The old woman said: "She seems to be very quiet and wants to seduce men. Oh my God, how can there be such a sensible woman in our family."
A dignified male voice: "Hu 꿻, this is my last warning to you. If you behave yourself again, I will have your legs broken."
"Mom, I think my sister-in-law is right." A little girl said weakly:
"The word 'self-discipline' refers to a kind of self-respecting woman who likes to put on makeup and deliberately act coy and evasive when meeting people. However, she hides carefully and seriously, and has to look at people with the corner of her eyes, just like a prostitute in a brothel, which makes those frivolous men always talk about her. This is 'self-discipline'.
As for my sister-in-law, she runs a business and treats men and women equally, behaving openly and generously. She is just working to support her family, so what's the problem?
Besides, there are many women doing business on the street. Princess Kangle is a woman, and she can be an official and go to court. How can our family do the same? ”
"Can your family be the same? Let me ask you, have you forgotten our family motto, 'What goes around comes around, what goes around comes around'? And you're still talking about Princess Kangle. It's because of her that you're safe, right?"
Song Jinxiu raised her eyebrows: It seems that the power of role models is endless.
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