The peasant girl who escaped the desert: she cried when she found the cruel prince

Chapter 135
The city guard whispered: "A few days ago, I heard that His Royal Highness the King of Wei was going to build a palace for His Majesty. Wouldn't it be necessary to recruit a large number of manpower? I have seen it, and there is nothing wrong with this family. I will look back. If you report yourself as one of your own, can your uncle be unhappy?"

Manager Wang pointed at the city guard and said with a smile: "You have some skills, okay, you can find out about this. When the matter is settled, I will definitely put in a good word for you in front of the uncle."

The city guard bent down and said with a smile: "It's an outsider, isn't it! What's the relationship between us? If I hadn't said anything about this, the chief manager would have thought of it later. It's just that I betrayed him in advance!"

Manager Wang called the servant: "Go, ask these people to put their thumbprints and follow me into the customs!"

The boy handed over the deed. Jing Song took it and looked at it, and immediately turned pale: "This is a document of selling oneself!"

Mrs. Jing was dumbfounded when she heard that she had come all the way here, but she still couldn't escape the fate of selling herself. If she had known this, she might as well have sold the second and third children's houses. Maybe the family could still be together now. Peacefully.

The boy tilted his eyes and sneered: "If you hadn't sold yourself, you would have been invited by our master to be our guest."

"Hurry up! If you want to enter the customs, hurry up and sign your name. If you can't write, just put your thumbprint. There are many people who are willing to sell themselves!"

Just as Jing Song was hesitating, a group of refugees cheered and cheered around him: "Master, please do me a favor and buy our house! Our family can do anything from work to farming!"

"Master, please buy my house. My girl is very happy, but she has not taken care of herself during the escape."

"Master, please buy my house. I don't want anything, just give it to those who stutter."

Mrs. Jing saw more and more people around her, and tremblingly pressed her grandson's hand: "Asonna, please sign, our family must survive!"

Jing Nan shouted from the side: "Third brother, please sign, we will have something to eat when we go in."

The Jing family members all showed hopeful eyes. Jing Song raised his head to hold back his tears, and held his neck to write down the names of his family on the deed.

In the bustling Mayi County, Jingli and his family went shopping all over the streets.

Mrs. Su held the little pick tightly and told Jing Ye: "Aye, you are following your brother Da Lang. It is the Chinese New Year and there are many people in the city. Don't get lost."

Jing Ye looked at the stalls on the street and replied to his mother: "Mom, just take care of the little things. I'm an adult and won't get lost."

Thanks to the unremitting efforts of the hunting team in the mountains, the food quality of the people in Jingjia Village has skyrocketed. Every now and then, they can prepare meat for people as a toothpaste. Jing Ye has surpassed Su in the past six months and can be considered a little adult.

Xiaozhan held Su's hand and looked at the stall selling sesame cakes nearby. The second grandson of Widow Qin's family was also a little greedy, but he was about the same age as Jing Ye and was embarrassed to always stare at the sesame cake shop.

Seeing this, Jingli simply bought eleven sesame cakes in one go and handed them over one by one. Mrs. Zhang waved her hands hurriedly: "Why did you spend that money? Give it back. I went out and drank porridge in the morning, and my stomach is still full." It’s here!”

Widow Qin asked her second grandson: "That's right, you only know so much, how can you get hungry so quickly? Don't spend that money!"

Jing Li directly stuffed one into each hand: "Eat it while it's hot. If you buy everything, if you return it, the boss should scold you."

Widow Qin took one and gave one to her second grandson, but she stuffed the other one into her arms and refused to eat it, intending to take it back to Xiao Taoer.

Mrs. Zhang and her daughter-in-law didn't want to eat it, so they collected it and planned to take it back to feed their children.

This made Jing Ye and Xiao Zhan feel a little embarrassed to eat, and the fat aunt was too embarrassed to eat it, so she simply carried it back to Sanlang in her arms.Jingli sighed. If she had known better, she would have just bought it for her children. It would not taste good to bring it back in such a cold weather.

Several people entered the fabric shop. Mrs. Su touched a piece of pink fabric and said, "Ah Li, the color is good. Mom will make you some New Year clothes!"

The fat aunt looked at the fabric and nodded: "The color is good, it goes well with our Ah Li."

Jing Li interrupted her mother and fat aunt: "Mom, you and your aunt can just buy your own. Leave me alone. I can't even fit into these clothes."

Haitang spent her own money to make two sets of clothes for her. The styles and colors were very nice. Mr. Jing’s eldest daughter-in-law and Jing Damei also made one set of clothes for her each.
Mrs. Ge couldn't stop her. The clothes were all cut. The old lady said: "You are tall, and others can't wear it if you don't want to wear it!"

She has no shortage of clothes at all, and her shoes have also been made by someone. Although this village has some minor problems, it is generally very simple and grateful. Even Shen Huan and his fifteen young people, the old ladies have already made them. Clothes and shoes are ready.

Mr. Jing said, Shen Weiwei doesn't treat us as outsiders, and we don't have any family members or parents around us. We old people have to stand up and don't let the children get too shabby during the New Year.

In the end, Su and his team bought some blue and gray fabrics together. People these days mainly buy blue and gray fabrics, and other colors are unaffordable and not resistant to stains.

After coming out of the fabric shop, Mrs. Su and Fatty Aunt went to buy candies, snacks and other New Year food, as well as money for incense candles and paper money for the deceased people in their hometown. It was not easy to come here, and they had to buy a big deal this time.

The mother-in-law is responsible for all kinds of shopping, and the older man and the others are responsible for carrying things.

Jingli went to the small vendors alone, planning to buy small things like florets for the little girls in the village.

She had never bought such trinkets in her previous life, and Jing Li didn't know what the little girl liked. She just bought a lot of red and pink ones. Anyway, people these days have a special liking for bright red and green ones.

In the teahouse on the second floor facing the street, the chief steward pointed at Jingli and said, "Third Master, that little bitch down there slapped our Wang family in the face."

Mr. Wang slowly walked to the window and took a look, and then his eyes lit up: "She is a pretty beauty!"

The chief steward gritted his teeth: "This little bitch is not easy to offend. Wang Li was suffering a big loss at her hands, and he could only grit his teeth and swallow blood."

Mr. Wang sneered: "Didn't Wang Lizheng and his family all come to the county? Who is in charge of the village now?"

The chief steward was startled: "Third Master, you don't know about this, right? That little girl made such a fuss that she split the village with Wang Lizheng and the others, and was no longer under Old Wang's control at all. Otherwise, how could Wang Lizheng be so angry?"

Mr. Wang smacked his lips: "It's interesting that a girl's movie actually made Wang Lizheng, an old cunning guy, suffer a lot. Let's see if they can live peacefully this year."

The chief steward apologized and said, "This group of ignorant people won't give our Wang family any face when they come here. Even God can't see it. It's strange that they can live in peace this year."

Jingli seemed to feel that someone was watching, so she raised her head and glanced at the window on the second floor, then returned to the noodle soup shop where Su and the others had made an appointment.

As soon as they reached the noodle soup shop, Jing Ye hurried over: "Sister, it's bad, the little pick is missing!"

(End of this chapter)