.

There are different names, including people around you, people with skills, people who have served, people with needlework, people in front of the hall, people in the theater, piano boys, chess boys, and cooks. The levels are all in order. The cook is the worst, but

Not available to non-extremely wealthy families.

There is no need for farming in Bianjing, and there are too many dignitaries. The force of men cannot be used, but having daughters has too many uses.

"It's so cheap, why don't you just find a rich family?"

Gu Wen asked casually, but it seemed to poke a sore spot. The old woman wiped her tears and cried:

"I did look for her, but they all thought the little girl was not good-looking. Nowadays, anyone who sells herself as a maid must be pretty. Just take her in."

Gu Wen was silent. He did not expect that the world would change so quickly.

Even slaves have appearance requirements. There are too many people in the world who are forced to sell themselves into slavery, which is not a good thing. If one day the rebels invade Bianjing City again, then these people kneeling here today will become cannibals

Evil ghost.

Furthermore, the food in the fields does not grow on their own. If these people become slaves of wealthy families, they will most likely become hermits. Scholar-officials will not pay taxes honestly.

But what does this have to do with him? He is just a businessman.

"Let's go."

Gu Wen scattered some broken silver and closed the curtain of the carriage. The surroundings were swaying again, and an unusually jarring name could still be heard from behind.

"Master Qingtian!"

I help them, but they want to harm me.

He hates fame, it does him no good at all.

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Grain Rain day.

The God of Spring has left, the rain has produced hundreds of grains, and the drizzle is continuous.

The palace was decorated with lanterns and colors, and guards of honor ran through the three streets from Longqiao. There were armed soldiers along the road to maintain order. Countless people eagerly discussed whether the emperor was going on a tour. The scholar-bureaucrats from aristocratic families were already sitting behind the screen on the second floor of Longqiao Night Market, silently

Staring at the deserted road.

In front of the Ninth Prince's Mansion, all the family members gathered together. Zhao Feng stood in a python robe and a crown. He showed the noble deportment of the Tian family and held a broom tied with a red rope. This was to welcome the guests.

Those with a good family background in the mansion were placed in the second row and welcomed the immortal together with the Ninth Prince.

Gu Wen couldn't stand among them, and he couldn't even go to Longqiao today because they were all booked by aristocratic families. Behind every store there was a big family background, otherwise it would be impossible to open a store in the most affluent and luxurious area of ​​Bianjing.

He could only stand with a group of merchants on the street opposite the Dragon Bridge, looking at the huge arch bridge from a distance and stretching his neck.

Suddenly, the dense clouds broke open, and golden beams of light fell from the sky. A snow-white figure slowly fell in the wind, and finally stood floating on the Dragon Bridge.

It was a person, a woman.

She is graceful and graceful. She should be about 1.7 to 8 meters tall. She wears a bamboo hat with a white gauze on her head so that her face cannot be seen. She wears a plain white wide robe, which completely covers her figure, making it difficult to see whether she is fat or thin.

He was holding a donkey in his hand. The donkey was shaking its head and restlessly, without any of the celestial spirit of an immortal mount.

The entire Longqiao Night Market and even Bianjing were silent. The emperor, queen and many concubines sitting on the walls of the palace, the scholar-bureaucrats living in jade pavilions in high buildings, the government officials maintaining order, and the common people kneeling on the roadside...

Immediately there were almost boiling cheers, countless people knelt down and worshiped, and the princes and nobles trembled.

The goddess in white clothes didn't know whether it was intentional or unintentional. She turned to face Gu Wen's direction. In an instant, everyone around them knelt down, not daring to offend the immortal power.

Only Gu Wen was still standing. He looked up at him. The beautiful image of white was the only color in the gray world. The white lotus filled with withered lotus was deeply imprinted in his mind.

Becoming an immortal is usually a beautiful thing.

Gu Wen only came to his senses and knelt down after his sleeves were pulled hard several times by the merchants who were traveling with him. Naturally, he was not in awe of the immortals, but he didn't want to cause trouble.

When he looked up again, the goddess had led the donkey and left the Dragon Bridge along the guard of honor. Zhao Feng came to greet him with his family members in the distance.

He put a piece of stone jade on his chest, bowed his hands and said, "Zhao Feng, the ninth son of the Zhao family, welcomes the Immortal family."

"Zhao family?"

The goddess tilted her head slightly, her elegant voice a little confused, but seeing the aura coming from the stone jade pendant, she stopped looking into it further.
Chapter completed!