Xia Ting took into account Meng Xiangshan's study from the beginning, but did not think about insulating Xiang Xue into a slave.

He just accepted the contract to sell his body, coaxed the girl, and let her stay by his side.

If Meng Xiangshan makes a fortune in the future, this sister will not be a maid, right?

"Then let's divide her into some fields?" Xia Si Master knew that Xiang Xue was still a normal farmer, not a slave. At this time, he asked tentatively when he heard his daughter talk about it.

Although Dayu did not have strict requirements for women, she really left a little girl Xiang Xue, living in the village, and was helpless. Not to mention Xia Siye, Xia Ting was the first to worry.

Just having more fields can't solve the problem.

After saying that, Master Xia thought about it, and then said with a smile: "When Meng Xiangshan and the others are in high school, they will become juren, and the court has given more things, and he will have a broader path. With his own mansion and he is not married, he must have a mistress to go over and arrange it. At that time, Xiang Xue would have to go back no matter what. Before his brother got married, she would still have to take care of the affairs in the mansion."

Xia Ting also thought about the possibility of letting Xiang Xue return to the village.

But a girl's house is still a girl who has no ability to protect herself. Even though Xia Ting could ask her father to help her, she would find some people to take care of her in the village.

But there are always times when you can't handle it, what if?

At that time, wouldn’t it be better to stay in front of you and watch it, safer?

Now that my father said this, before there is no better choice, it seems that this is the only way.

After thinking for a while, Xia Ting nodded and said, "Then let's plan like this first."

There are two types of maids and servants in Dayu's dynasty.

One family like Baoqing and Baolu has children, who are born from slaves or bought from Yaxing. For various reasons, those who are not admitted to slaves, such as these two, will find it difficult to get rid of slaves in this life.

There is another type, like Xiang Xue, who sells her body in the hands of her master, but she has not become a slave, and is considered a servant. Most of them are hawkers, or farmers. They have a difficult life or a difficult life at home, so they ask to sell themselves for a short time to help them or their family get through the difficulties.

When they have money in the future, they can discuss with the owner to terminate the relationship between the two parties.

Of course, there are very few servants like this in the future. After all, they can serve them by their side, even if they hold the contract of selling their bodies, most people are worried.

Seeing his daughter nodding solemnly, Master Xia Si smiled and teased gently: "Even if you drive that little girl to the village now, she will probably have to seek death and refuse to go."

After hearing what my father said, thinking about Xiang Xue's temperament again, Xia Ting smiled and said, "That's true."

This matter has been temporarily revealed.

The father and daughter talked about other family matters on the way. When they arrived at the pharmacy, the two got off the car and were led into the back hall by the shopkeeper.

Because the tools needed are different, Xia Ting needs to read them before she can determine whether she can use them. Because she has watched the video and has taken notes, Xia Ting has various tools in her hand, so it is easier to choose the drawings for the drawings.

As for herbs?

Xia Ting has made a list and asked the medicine boys in the medicine hall to catch them according to the list. Some of them are not herbal materials. Xia Siye has asked Shunfeng to take the list to find a way.

Because the draft may be sent out for customization after it is drawn, Mr. Xia Si was worried that Xia Ting's handwriting would leak out, for fear of causing unnecessary trouble.

Originally, Master Xia Si wanted to help copy a copy, but his talent for painting was really not very good. When he was in the temple, Xia Ting disliked him and gave up.

There were not many words on the drawing, so Xia Ting finally chose to write it with his left hand because the handwriting was not very good, which was very different from his usual handwriting.

Master Xia Si was worried about watching for a long time before, and finally he could only sigh: "It's still a good person who can write with both his left and right hands."

996's evaluation of this is: it cannot be said to be exactly the same, it can only be said to be irrelevant.

Xia Ting silently wrote down this sentence in his heart, thinking that he had learned another interesting new word.

Xia Ting picked up various tools in the store, but he didn't have many to use, and more of them needed to be customized.

When Xia Ting thought that customization took time, he raised his mind again.

After picking up tools in the store for a long time, I picked up useful tools and took them away. I must bring the herbs with me. Master Xia Si was afraid that Xia Ting was anxious, so he specially ordered the shopkeeper to add more money and let the craftsman make the tools out.

The shopkeeper Lianlian said that, and then brought Xia Ting and his daughter to the carriage with a gentle smile.

The first month of the year has not yet passed, and the winter is cold, and the weather has not been very good in the past two days, so there are not many people on the street.

Mr. Xia was afraid that Xia Ting would blow too much cold wind, so he came out of the medicine hall and took the people back home.

Until he returned to the mansion and sent Baolu and the others, and only Xia Ting and his daughter were left in the living room, the Fourth Master Xia heard Xia Ting complain about this mission.

"Listen to the opera?" Now Xia Siye can understand well what the photo means and what the vlog means.

It's just a book that can move.

I have to say that the father and daughter have a very consistent thinking.

When Xia Ting heard that his new task was to listen to the opera, and he had to be able to move, Mr. Xia was also quite embarrassed.

Although after the disaster, there will be various banquets in Zizhou City from time to time, gatherings of noble girls, gatherings of noble boys, poetry gatherings of scholars, etc.

But most of the time they act in a low-key manner. Recently, no mansion in the city has come up to invite a opera troupe to the mansion to sing. More often than not, the troupe is singing in their own position.

If you really want to go back to the house, if it is Xia’s mansion, Xia Si’s Fourth Master may have a little less worries.

But if it was Ding's mansion, the Fourth Master Xia would have to restrain himself.

Although the first month of the year has not yet appeared, it is not much to invite the opera troupe to go home and sing.

But I am afraid that some people will stare at your mistakes if they don’t focus on other things. If you invite the opera troupe to go home, they will hit the report on it and put on your shoes.

Xia Ting and his daughter had no effect, and it was Mr. Ding who took the blame in the end.

"Yes." Seeing that his father looked puzzled, Xia Ting smiled and spread his hands. After thinking about it, he whispered: "My father thinks this time is not suitable. I thought so before. Later, I found out that I was thinking about it. In fact, we can go to the teahouse or the opera troupe to listen."

"No!" When Xia Ting said this, Master Xia Si's face was slightly dark and said two words.

In those places, there are all kinds of people in all walks of life. Although Mr. Xia Si can definitely protect his daughter, those people have no scruples in speaking. Even if they sit in the wing room, the sound insulation effect is not very good.

What if those vulgar words are passed to Xia Ting’s ears?
Chapter completed!