"Sir, how will the sale of these people take place?" The task of buying people would've been inappropriate for Lin Ziyin, a young girl, to handle. In the end, it was the elder who stood in front of the official.
The villagers, originally spectators to the scene, were struck dumb when they saw the old master step forth before the official, boldly declaring his intent to buy. In the Northern Land, soldiers represented authority to the civilians. Who would dare to take the initiative to deal with these seemingly fierce and evil individuals? It seemed that the Lin family was truly going to purchase people.
The thought of the Lin family, who were destitute only a few months ago, not only flourishing now but even able to afford servants, instantly filled the villagers with envy.
"You want to buy people?" The leading soldier eyed the old master skeptically. He became impatient when he noted that despite his decent attire, it was made of cotton. "Are you aware of who these people are?"