Chapter 243: An Wazi and Uncle Ping

Hu San watched their movements and laughed, saying, "If you're interested, I can take you to see now?"

"Ok, thank you."

The slaves were all locked in the backyard, which was large and was specifically divided in the middle. On one side were various livestock, and on the other were several small rooms, where people of different ages and genders were kept separately.

Hearing the sound of someone opening the door, the younger ones huddled in corners, too scared to come out, while others craned their necks, curious to see what kind of person the new buyer was.

When they saw the two girls, they instantly lost spirits.

A younger boy asked the man who sighed, "Uncle, why are you sighing?"

The man glanced at him, rubbing his unruly hair, and slowly said, "Two young girls, how much silver can they afford? An Wazi, it's better for you to be bought by a good family. Otherwise, you'll suffer."