The two treasures of the farm family cannot be offended by the mother who is a miracle doctor.

Ye Nitang pinched their ears appreciatively and raised his eyes to look at the women who were still singing.

In their eyes, she saw disbelief, disappointment, unwillingness and prayer.

Mother Ye seems to have said that after those high officials or wealthy families had their homes confiscated and their families exterminated, the male servants in their mansions were guilty of the same crime as the male masters, and most of them were exiled, while the female masters were sent to the Jiaofangsi in the capital to work as prostitutes.

Female slaves will be assigned to gangs in remote areas.

The person responsible for selling them ranked them according to their appearance, and the most beautiful ones were chosen first by the rich to take home as playthings.

Or let the higher-end brothels in various places pick them back.

Ugly young women who are looked down upon by rich people and brothels are sold to bachelors who cannot find wives to be used as tools to carry on the family line.

The rest is given to the low-grade prostitutes.

Of course, if you are lucky, you happen to meet a rich man who needs a maid, and you are bought by them, so you can escape.

However, Ye Nitang took a look around the entire courtyard and found that there were no children?

Were they acquitted? killed? Or was he adopted?

She patted Bai Jiaoniang on the shoulder and expressed her doubts.

Bai Jiaoniang tilted her head and said close to her ear: "The Holy Master today is kind and says that the sins are not as bad as those of children. No matter what sins the adults have committed, all children under the age of seven will be sent to Xuanqing Temple and Biyue Temple to wait for ten years." After they are three years old, let them be independent."

"Is there such a good policy?" Ye Nitang felt strange.

Isn't the Emperor afraid that these children will seek revenge on him when they grow up?

"It's also a new policy that has been introduced in recent years."

"No wonder, I have been confused in the past few years and I really haven't paid attention to these."

The eight women over there were beaten until they were lying on the ground, dripping with blood, but they did not stop singing "song".

Like a group of people seeking death.

Ye Nitang didn't understand why they were so stubborn. He followed their gazes and looked into the distance, just in time to see the street outside the gate.

She vaguely guessed in her mind that Miss Fu just now had an ankle injury just like them, and she should be in the same group as these eight women.

Brother Bao stopped whipping his whip when he saw that the eight women were breathing more out than in.

He and two helpers roughly pulled the person aside and threw him under the corner.

Ye Nitang glanced over and saw a few dying people lying in the haystacks under the corner.

Bai Jiaoniang glanced at them and shook her head with pity. With such a strong temper, she would definitely not want to leave with her.

She glanced at Ye Nitang and walked up to Brother Bao with a sweet smile, "Brother Bao, where are you leaving for me?"

"They're all here, you can take your pick."

After Brother Bao finished speaking, his helpers pulled apart a long piece of black cloth and blocked the onlookers, allowing them to take off their scarves.

Bai Jiaoniang walked among them and said bluntly: "I am in the flesh business. If you don't want to go with me, just kneel down. Don't wait for me to pay for it and fight with me again." I’ll definitely give you a beating then.”

Her stern tone sounded a bit like a madam's.

Soon, after kneeling down for more than half of the time, there were only a few beautiful young women looking at her eagerly.

They are old, people in the city don't want them, and they don't want to live a hard life with the old bachelors in the village.

Even if you meet a good man and live a miserable life, the children you give birth to will still be of low status. Apart from farming, they will go to the battlefield to die.

So, why bother creating the next generation to continue working for those with money and power?

Bai Jiaoniang selected five good-looking ones among them, and then selected five from a group of little girls.

She made her choice, and Brother Hu, who was outside the crowd, took her and the ten people who bought it to a nearby room to handle the transfer process.

After taking it to the government to apply for a formal household registration for lowly slaves, the fate of the ten of them will be in Bai Jiaoniang's hands.

They left, the black cloth was opened, and everyone just watched the fun and didn't choose anymore.

Ye Nitang took the child and walked towards the singing women, "How much do they cost? I bought them all."

If you can recite the song of accounting, you should be literate and know how to calculate accounts. It just so happens that she needs a group of people to open an aromatherapy parlor.

Just now, she had taken a closer look and saw that there were no calluses on these women's hands, so they must have done no menial work.

Tune, tune, it should be easy to use.

"Fat girl, these girls are not responsible. If you buy them back, they will pose a threat to your status!"

Brother Bao said jokingly, looking at Ye Nitang's fat body.

"It doesn't matter, my man is dead."

Ye Nitang walked up to the first woman who sang, pulled off her hair and pulled off the black cloth, revealing her bright facial features instantly.

Her eyes lit up, and she raised the woman's chin, "She was really a beauty, it's a pity that it was ruined."

The woman's left and right cheeks were engraved with a large word "Piece", which damaged seven or eight points of her beautiful face.

Brother Bao on the side laughed and said: "Fat girl, without this word, this batch of goods would not be able to come to us. As you can see, no one wants them. We originally planned to sell them for ten taels, so you have to buy them all." Count you eight or two."

Ye Nitang sneered coldly, money in this world is somewhat inflationary.

But buying a slave is as cheap as dirt.

She looked at the woman, "If I buy you for eight taels, do you think you are worth it?"

"Madam, if you can buy me and seven other sisters together, we will help you prosper for generations to come."

The woman's eyes were tenacious, and there was a sharpness that ordinary women didn't have.

At first glance, it seems that it was tempered in strong winds and waves.

Ye Nitang raised his eyebrows, "I only want one word of loyalty."

"Loyal?" The woman uttered the word silently, with sarcasm flashing in her eyes, "If you don't give up, we will remain loyal until death."

"Even if people like them are tortured to death, the government will not punish them. If they dare to be disloyal to you, they will just be beaten to death."

Brother Bao saw that Ye Nitang was very interested in them and tried his best to sell them.

The person who sent them here said that they were twenty "generals" from the Fu family. They were protecting one of the sisters on the road, and several of them were tortured to death. Someone just bought one of them, and there were only eight of them left.

Ye Nitang stood up, looked at Brother Bao, and pointed at the eight women on the ground, "Five two to one, I want them all."

Brother Bao bargained, "You take the seven taels."

"Everyone was injured by you, and I even paid for medicine and summer grain. I don't want to give them any more."

After Ye Nitang finished speaking, he didn't look at them anymore and took his children back.

Others also disliked them because of the big word "thief" on their faces and their bloody bodies.

"Leopard, you are too cruel. I don't even want these as gifts."

"We only care about their smooth bodies. Now that you've beaten them to pieces, why are we still having fun?"

The eight women on the ground looked calm.

Along the way, they all fought to be beaten for their master. Now that she had been rescued, the debt they owed to the Fu family was finally repaid.

If you are lucky and find a good buyer, then you can live happily.

If they are unfortunate enough to become the playthings of rich people, then they would rather die.