All the slaves were lying on the ground and kowtowed to express their rewards. Chu Yanqi was not happy and immediately walked out of the tent.

After such delays, the morning market outside had begun to disperse one after another. Chu Yanqi felt a little cold, so he suggested going back to the inn, but Sang Haoran would naturally not object.

As soon as the two returned to the inn, Sang Linhui came up and asked, "Second brother, who is this person?"

"Wuji, the slave I just bought." Sang Haoran looked at Chu Yanqi who had returned to the room, looked at the newly bought Wuji, and said calmly.

"What are you doing for buying a slave?" At this time, Sangji also came over, looked at Wuji who was kneeling on the ground, and asked with a frown.

"Don't you think that the young master needs someone to serve him?" Sang Haoran said.

"The young master naturally needs people to serve him, but he is also from our Cangwu City. How can he use outsiders?" Sang Linhui said dissatisfiedly, "With this money, I would rather buy some medicinal materials." As he said that, he looked at Wuji with contempt.

Wuji kept bowing his head and didn't dare to speak.

"Isn't there Hao Qiang around the young master?" Xiao Douzi also came over. Seeing this, she couldn't help but interrupt.

"Hao Qiang?" Sang Haoran sighed, "He grew up with the young master, but the young master obviously did not treat him as a slave, and we were not inconvenient to drive him. On the way to the Cangyu Dynasty, people always need to do some rough work. It is more appropriate to buy someone. Besides, this person himself is also enlightened and he will not be able to achieve some success in the future."

"This is reasonable." Sang Linhui nodded, "But I'm not at ease with the person I bought. How noble is the young master? If something goes wrong with such a person?"

"I'm worried too." Sang Haoran thought for a while before saying, "So, let this person be given to you for training."

"Don't worry!" Sang Linhui said hurriedly, "I promise to impartially train him. Hello, what's your name? Wuji?"

"Yes, Master!" Wuji hurriedly agreed.

"This name is so weird." Sang Linhui frowned, "Who gave such a tricky and weird name?"

"It was taken by the master." Wuji replied.

"Young Master?" Sang Linhui looked up at Sang Haoran.

"Of course, I also feel that the name is too weird and inappropriate, but he likes it. What can I do?" Sang Haoran spread his hands and smiled.

"Forget it, what do you mean?" Sang Linhui shouted, "Get up and go out with me with the uncle."

"Yes!" Wuji just agreed.

The morning market in Qinghe County had dispersed, and Zhou Fugui set up camp in the square and ordered people to guard the unsold slaves, but he asked for a small private room in a nearby tavern and slowly drank wine.

Suddenly, the curtain of the private room was lifted up and he walked in alone.

When Zhou Fugui saw him, he not only did not dare to say anything, but instead stood up respectfully.

"Sit down!" the man said, as he sat down on the chair, and asked, "How is the matter going?"

"Master, I'm very good!" Zhou Fugui didn't dare to sit and stood up. It was really a big loss for his belly. He didn't feel tired even if he stood in such a posture.

"Has the person been bought?" the man poured a glass of wine and asked casually.

"Yes, master!" Zhou Fugui said hurriedly, "just..."

"Just what?" the man asked again.

"The two people from the Sang family are probably not ordinary people. The eldest son will inevitably suffer some grievances. The flesh and blood is inevitable. However, the young master Cangwu is kind-hearted." Zhou Fugui said hurriedly, "He gave the slave ten taels of low-grade spirit stones, so that the slave could give the slaves a good meal."

"Only if you endure the hardships, you will be the best." The man said lightly, "If you can't bear such a little suffering, he will have been with me for so many years in vain."

"Yes, yes, what the master said." Zhou Fugui nodded repeatedly, "Master, I see that young master Cangwu seems to hate slave trading?"

"So what's wrong?" the man sneered, "I hated slave trading back then, but now I'm not buying and selling slaves myself? By the way, have you branded a slave on Wuji?"

"Wuji?" Zhou Fugui was stunned for a moment, and then came to his senses and said hurriedly, "You said, "You are the eldest son? Master, don't worry, in order not to make the Sang family suspicious, they must have branded the slave. Moreover, I followed the master's instructions and ordered people to beat the eldest son with a whip. The Sang family would definitely not see any flaws."

"I hope." The man nodded, stood up, stood up and walked out.

Zhou Fugui did not dare to stand up until the man walked out, and he breathed a sigh of relief.

After lunch, Hao Qiang also knew Wuji's existence, and immediately walked to Chu Yanqi's room with slight hands and saw him leaning against the window facing the sun, sitting on the soft couch reading a book.

"Master, why did you buy another slave?" Hao Qiang was a little dissatisfied and complained in a low voice.

"Why buy another slave?" Chu Yanqi didn't know why. Sang Haoran liked him. In fact, at the beginning, he always thought that Sang Haoran wanted to buy someone to serve him, so he didn't say anything. In the end, he realized that Sang Haoran was the one who bought him.

Since I bought it all, it’s fine, that person is pitiful enough. He is locked in an iron cage like a beast. He is still a cultivator, and ordinary people are even more pitiful - these people are not at fault, but their lives are not good.

"The second son of the Sang family is so annoying. He hasn't let me get close to you recently. Now he has bought another person for you." Hao Qiang said dissatisfiedly.

"Hao Qiang, the master has already terminated the slave contract with you, and your cultivation is not weak, and you will have great prospects in our family in the future. Since this is the case, I will naturally buy another person to serve the young master." Sang Haoran walked in from outside, saluted Chu Yanqi, and sat down on the chair opposite him, asking with a smile, "The young master hasn't taken a nap?"

There is another saying that he has never said, probably Hao Qiang grew up with Chu Yanqi since childhood. He is a spiritual cultivator, while Chu Yanqi is an ordinary mortal and has never been able to get to know him. Therefore, he did not respect Chu Yanqi too much in his words. This certainly made it difficult for him to go to the Cangyu Dynasty. If it spread, it would be a big shame for slaves to be disrespectful to their masters?

"Is there still a Wu market?" Chu Yanqi thought he wanted to ask him to go shopping in the market again, so he couldn't help but say, "I'm not in the mood to shop."

"There is no lunch market." Sang Haoran smiled, "I thought the young master would take a nap." These days, he and Chu Yanqi were in the same car, and found that Chu Yanqi was fine in the morning, could read books, and talked to him. In the afternoon, he loved to sleep when he sat in the car.

"It's okay if you don't say it, but when I say it, I really feel a little sleepy." Chu Yanqi said with a smile.

"Hao Qiang, let's go out, don't disturb the young master's rest." Sang Haoran said, then stood up to greet Hao Qiang.

"Master--" Hao Qiang looked at Chu Yanqi.

"Second Young Master, you go out first. I'll say a few words to Hao Qiang." Chu Yanqi said.

Sang Haoran looked at Hao Qiang, but said nothing after all, bowed to Chu Yanqi and retreated.

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