Outside the car, there was a faint noise. Feng Qi, who had already woken up, smiled lightly at Zhuo Ye: "We have arrived in Fengcheng."
Zhuo Ye secretly glanced at the time. It was almost three o'clock in the afternoon. He had traveled nearly ten hours! Fortunately, he took someone's car and didn't see any villages along the way. If he had walked on his own, he would be afraid tonight.
It's time to sleep outdoors.
Zhuo Ye looked at this ancient street scene from the car window. Although it was not as fast-paced and prosperous as modern cities with tall buildings and busy traffic, it was also busy with goods trade, noisy cars and horses, and very lively. Zhuo Ye liked it very much.
This simple and elegant ancient city made me eager to get out of the car and visit it.
"Thank you two gentlemen for taking Zhuo Ye on this journey. We have arrived in Fengcheng now. Let's say goodbye. Please stop the carriage by the side of the road and let me out." Zhuo Ye said to Feng San, and Feng Qi was polite.
said. I sighed secretly in my heart, it’s so tiring to imitate the ancients!
"You can't leave!" Feng San said indifferently, but there was a majesty in his words that could not be resisted.
Zhuo Ye was stunned and asked in surprise: "Why?"
"Didn't you come to the city to make a living? I happen to have a few servants in my house." Feng San said casually.
"You!" Zhuo Ye was angry: "I don't know how to serve others!"
"Other servants will teach you." Feng San said expressionlessly.
Zhuo Ye would not be stupid enough to think that their family really lacked some servants. After a change of thought, he realized that they didn't believe her. They were afraid that the cold medicine was a chronic poison, right? Were they afraid that something would happen to Feng Qi after he left?
Watch yourself and see if you secretly take the antidote?
Looking at Feng Qi who was sitting there silently at the moment, Zhuo Ye couldn't help but sneered in his heart. It turned out that the two of them were one of the good guys and the other of the bad guys. Neither of them were good birds!
"What if I say no?" Zhuo Ye glared at Feng San.
Feng San said calmly: "I'm afraid it's not up to you."
"Ha, good! Very good!" Zhuo Ye laughed angrily, took a deep breath, restrained his urge to slap someone, and asked: "Excuse me, the monthly salary of your servants... No, how much is the monthly salary?"
Feng San was stunned for a moment and replied: "It ranges from three to eighty taels of silver."
Zhuo Ye nodded. There should be people who are ordinary servants and high-level servants, so the wages are different. It seems that the five hundred taels that Feng San gave him last night was not a small sum!
"Then how much money does Mr. Feng plan to give me every month?" Zhuo Ye asked with raised eyebrows.
"How many do you want?"
"One hundred taels per month!" Zhuo Ye said loudly.
"Okay, here you go."
"I won't sign a contract of sale!" Zhuo Ye said again.
"Okay." Feng San's face remained calm.
Feng Qi on the side looked at Zhuo Ye with interest. Feng San asked and answered questions. Seeing that Zhuo Ye turned from anger to calmness so quickly and was able to bargain for favorable conditions for himself, he couldn't help but raise his eyebrows at her with admiration.
A gentle smile.
Zhuo Ye glared at Feng Qi, snorted coldly at Feng San, closed his eyes and leaned in the car, saying no more.