Dressed as a villain's wife

Nan Zhi looked at An Wazi and nodded, and waved to him: "Little baby, come here."

"Hey, good." An Wazi nodded, got up and went in, and whispered when passing by that person: "Uncle, I'm going."

The man didn't say anything, just waved his hand impatiently.

The two little girls looked at Mian Shan, and it would be a good deal if they could buy An Wazi back.

"What's your name, how old is this year?" Nanzhi looked at An Wazi and asked.

"My name is An Wazi, and I am 13 years old this year." An Wazi looked at Nan Zhi and Shen Miaomiao a little embarrassed, he had never seen such a good-looking person, and he was afraid that if he said something wrong, they would not buy him.

"What did you do before?"

"I, I used to farm at home, and also feed the cows." An Wazi clasped the hem of his clothes tightly with both hands, and told him everything he knew.

"Okay, then would you like to come with us?" Nan Zhi looked into An Wazi's eyes and asked seriously.

An Wazi looked at the person in front of him, so nervous that he didn't speak for a long time.

"If you leave with us, you have to learn something, are you willing?"

An Wazi nodded sharply, afraid that she would miss this opportunity.

He is a doll in a small village outside Yancheng. He lost his parents when he was a child, and only lived with his second uncle's family, but his second mother thought he ate too much, so she never liked him. Now my cousin is going to marry a wife, which is worse Silver as a bride price, and he was sold here.

Although there are many people here, he can fill his stomach. Uncle told him that if he is bought back, he must do things honestly and not be lazy, otherwise he will continue to be sold.

"Okay, you stand outside." Nan Zhi smiled and beckoned, and Hu San hurriedly opened the door.

Uncle Ping stood aside and looked up at the sky, wondering what he was thinking.

"Is there anyone else who is interesting?" An Wazi went out of the room, and Nan Zhi looked sideways at Shen Miaomiao again.

"That, the one in the corner." The little girl frowned and looked around again, then pointed to a white-faced boy inside and spoke.

Looking at her hand, Nan Zhi was slightly taken aback.

The boy was very good-looking, and she felt vaguely familiar.

Seeing that he was pointed out, the boy was a little surprised, but he didn't say anything, he just got up slowly and moved a few steps towards the window.

The light shone on his face, and the unreal face just now suddenly became clear, Nan Zhi was in a daze for a moment, why did this man look a little like Twelve.

But it's a little bit whiter than Twelve Looks.

Shen Miaomiao was also stunned, she just felt that the young man looked familiar, but she chose him more because in this room, his area was the cleanest, without the slick appearance of the others, But he is not the kind of cold person.

The waiter in the store naturally needs to be able to speak and do things, but being too cunning may not be a good thing.

"Miss, are you going to buy me?" The young man didn't look at Nan Zhi, but at Shen Miaomiao.

"What do you know?"

"I used to serve people at the master's house." The young man was not simple and honest, but he didn't have that shrewd feeling either, he only looked at Shen Miaomiao and replied.

When the people behind heard him say that he had served others, several men laughed out loud, causing Hu San to frown for a while.

The young man still looked at Shen Miaomiao without any influence.

Although Shen Miaomiao was a little shy, she still tried her best to calmly ask, "Can you be the waiter?"

The young man didn't seem to have thought that his errand after being bought would be to be a waiter in the shop, he just froze for a moment and nodded in agreement: "Yes."

Looking at the two of them, Nanzhi sighed inwardly, but still ordered the boy to come out.

"I also want these two together, you can calculate the price." Nan Zhi looked at Hu San and smiled.

Seeing the smile on her face, Hu San naturally understood the meaning, so he could only sigh and said, "Then, then I'll make it cheaper for you, and I'll use 18 taels for Uncle Ping."

After saying this, Hu San raised his eyes to look at Nanzhi's expression, and he didn't see anything wrong, so he continued: "I'll pay five taels of silver for Anwazi, and seven taels of silver for Aze. It’s 30 taels, do you think it’s okay?”

After calculating the price, Nan Zhi didn't bargain any more, and only responded, "Then it's 30 taels."

Seeing that they were about to leave, the people locked in the room couldn't hide their disappointment, and retreated into the corner again.

As soon as Hu San closed the door, he asked cheerfully: "The cook and the waiter, let's meet in the afternoon, how about it?"

Looking at the sky, Nan Zhi responded to Shen Miaomiao: "Then see you in the afternoon."

A black shadow in the wooden house that hadn't moved all this time heard them say that the cook raised his head and shouted out of the window expectantly, "I, I can cook! I'm the cook! I'm the cook!"

The voice fell, but there was no response, his face became more lonely, he only leaned his head, and staggered back to the position just now.

The man beside him looked at him with disgust, and only moved aside.

"Just like this, I want to be bought..."

"He even said he was a cook! I don't know which restaurant would hire him like this..."

Some people sneered, but he heard it clearly.

Nan Zhi heard his words.

He paused when he stepped out, and looked back at the room where the sound had just been heard, thoughtfully.

Seeing that she did not keep up, Shen Miaomiao hurried over and asked in a low voice, "Sister Nanzhi, do we want to buy another one?"

"Go and see."

Nan Zhi brought Shen Miaomiao back to the room just now.

The man was curling up into a ball when he heard a cold female voice.

"Who said he was a cook just now?"

He raised his head suddenly and turned his head in disbelief.

"Yes, it's me. I used to be a cook."

As he spoke, he stood up again with difficulty, but hesitated whether to go over.

Even though it was a little dim in the invisible, Nan Zhi could still see the figure of the man clearly.

Just this time I was slightly taken aback.

The figure of that person is a bit strange.

"Come here and talk."

The buyer opened his mouth, and even if the man hesitated, he could only walk over with a nervous heart.

The sun hit him, Shen Miaomiao was a little frightened, but she still resisted the movement of retreating.

The man looked like he was in his 30s, with an ordinary face and no features, but his body was slanted.

Nan Zhi could get a general idea at once. He should be born with a spinal deformity. He would subconsciously go up and down when he walked. As for his back, his upper body was tilted to one side, which looked a little abnormal.

Seeing that they didn't speak, the man was a little at a loss. He guessed that they might dislike him, so he timidly said: "If, if it doesn't work, then forget it."

"Can you cook? Which shop did you work as a cook before?"

Nanzhi didn't ask much else, but asked straight to the point what he cared about the most.

"I can do it. I used to work as a cook in a shop in the west of the city for two years. Later, they changed the shopkeeper, so I didn't do it..."

The man was talking, but he didn't dare to look up at Nanzhi and the others.

"Then can you go to the shop with us in the afternoon, I have to recruit two more cooks, and we will have a look at your craftsmanship in the afternoon."

"All right! All right!"