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The girl looked calm.

Not really calm—after all, she was sold by her own father in such an impatient way.

She gritted her teeth, forced a smile, raised her head, and looked at Xu Mo.

As a commodity, she had to show her value.

She was very thin, and malnutrition made her skin and hair look a dry yellow, but her oval face was cute, and her curved eyebrows were just right for her watery eyes.

A teardrop mole under her eye made her, who was already aggrieved, even more sad.

Even like this, she was still a beauty.

If she could get her nutrition back...

Xu Mo nodded: "Two strings of silver, I'll take it."

"Thank you, my dear, thank you, my dear!" The man bowed and thanked her, his joy overflowing.

Xu Mo sneered, not wanting to pay attention to such a person, and then said to the broker: "I don't have the money with me, come with me to get it?"

The man nodded repeatedly: "Okay, okay."

Xu Mo glanced at him: "You don't have to come with me."

A gambler, and a gambler who can sell his daughter without blushing or beating his heart, is the most terrible creature in the world. If he knows where he lives and then gets entangled in this kind of thing...

it would probably be the most terrible thing.

The broker also understood Xu Mo's thoughts. He nodded: "Your daughter will come with me. When the time comes, I will deduct the fees and the gambling money you owe, and then send it to you."

The man was stunned, smiled awkwardly, shrank his head, and nodded.

When they returned home, the sky had begun to be filled with fire clouds.

Xu Mo took out the cloth and paid the salary.

The broker couldn't help but look at Xu Mo deeply.

Although it was a common silk cloth, the craftsmanship was much better than the silk cloth he took over. This man might not be as simple as he thought.

He congratulated Xu Mo earnestly, then turned and left.

Xu Mo's home is not big now, only one house area.

The so-called one house is a yard, a main house, a side room on the left, and a kitchen on the right, without even a screen wall.

Although it covers an area of more than 100 square meters, but... in the Tang Dynasty, this kind of house is still a little shabby.

The girl stood stiffly, but not very nervous.

She looked at Xu Mo secretly.

The person who bought her is so handsome, so he should not be a bad person.

Xu Mo waved at her: "Come, sit down."

There was no chair at home, or... there was no chair in the Tang Dynasty now, so he sat cross-legged on the couch without image.

The girl didn't dare to sit, but walked closer to Xu Mo and stood beside him.

"What's your name?" Xu Mo asked.

The girl's face dimmed and shook her head: "My family didn't give me a name, and they just called me Second Mother in the past."

Xu Mo was stunned for a moment.

Although he knew that in the Tang Dynasty, the title "Er Niang" did not have the meaning of aunt or stepmother, she was just the second child, so she was called Er Niang.

But he still felt it was a bit strange.

He simply waved his hand and shook his head: "Since you don't have a name, I will give you one. Let's call you... Xiren."

This is the name of a person in Dream of Red Mansions.

When he was reading Dream of Red Mansions, he liked Xiren in it, and he also thought about it if he had a gentle, well-behaved, and sensible maid like Xiren by his side.

Now, it has come true.

Xiren responded obediently and nodded: "Yes, I will remember it."

Xu Mo continued, "There are some rules in the house that I need to tell you."

Xiren stood up and became nervous.

Next, she had to face an unknown fate.

"You are responsible for my daily life." Xu Mo continued, "I get up at 7:00 every day, and you don't have to make breakfast. Just get up at 7:00, and don't get up too early. Just get up 15 or 25 minutes earlier." "For now,

you are the only maid around, so forget about the holidays. When you have other people to accompany you in the future, I will give you two days off a week."

"The monthly salary is 200 wen." Xiren was stunned when she heard this, and then her face gradually became strange.

Since she was consigned by her father, she has more or less understood the business of a maid.

Of course, there is a salary.

It's just that...

the better maids, like the maids in the mansion of the secretary in the same neighborhood, only get 20 wen per month. The maids in poorer families, such as those in merchants' houses, only get less than 10 wen per month.

My own master gave me 200 wen right away?

And...

the maids do have holidays, but... She never have heard of two days a week.

It's more profitable than working outside.

The most important thing is.

The requirements raised by my own master are a bit strange.

For example... I want a red-sleeved woman to accompany me while I study. Oh... there is no red-sleeved woman at home now, so I just need to accompany her and add tea occasionally.

Xu Mo said a lot of things, then smiled at Xiren: "Do you understand everything?"

Xiren nodded obediently.

Although... he bought someone to be his maid, Xu Mo really had no choice but to use this person as a slave - he had no such experience.

If possible, he would like to post a notice and hire a delicate little girl to be his maid.

But the social situation in the Tang Dynasty does not allow it.

Those people are on the shelf. If he does not buy them, others will buy them.

Xu Mo does not want to change these things, nor does he feel that he should change them. He is not like some hot-blooded protagonists who think that they have the obligation to change the world after traveling through time.

What is the use of change?

Life is only a few autumns. After decades, he has changed. Can he still enjoy the days of change? He has lived enough hard days. In this era of happiness, why do he have to toil physically and mentally?

Besides...

maybe he can change for a while, but who knows what he will become in a few decades.

All he can do is to stick to his bottom line.

At least, when treating these maids, treat them as human beings, enjoy what they should enjoy, and give them wages worth their labor.

What else does it have to do with him?

Xu Mo waved his hand: "Then go and boil some water and take a bath. I forgot to tell you just now that there is a rule at home. No matter what you do, wash your hands before and after you finish."

Xiren agreed obediently and prepared to go out to get familiar with her future home.

Xu Mo waved his hand again: "There is still half a piece of cloth at home. I will take you to make a new set of clothes tomorrow. Use them for now. When I make money later, I will make a few more for you."

Xiren's heart skipped a beat, and warmth surged up. She nodded.

She suddenly felt that being sold by her father did not seem to be a bad thing.

At least...

the feeling of this home is much warmer than the feeling of the previous "home".