Then she leaned out of the cart and said to Li Xiao, "put Qing'er on the cart. Let's ride to town to buy some more things."
Li Xiao and Xiao Qing were both stunned.
Qing'er? She said it so naturally.
Looking at his uncle who was carrying him to the ox-cart, and then at Lin Xiaoyue who was staring at her uncle without blinking, Xiao Qing suddenly had some guesses.
Could it be that…
It was rare for farmers to buy people at the slave market, but more often than not, it was to buy…
The way she looked at his uncle…
She spent an extra 15 taels to buy him, and even affectionately called him "Qing'er".
It must be!
Thinking of some possibilities, Xiao Qing looked at his uncle in surprise.
Ever since his uncle injured his face on the battlefield at the age of 15, his fierce reputation had spread in the circle. Since then, his grandmother and mother had been worried about his marriage.
