Although Huang's eldest sister-in-law knew that the little bastard had been sold, she could only get a hundred or eighty cents as household expenses.

But she would be satisfied if she could drive these annoying mother and son out of the Huang family.

So the eldest sister-in-law of the Huang family immediately smiled and stopped the Gao family, begging:

"Don't be in such a hurry to leave, my dear master, we can discuss it. Everything can be discussed.

My niece is pretty. If you don't buy her now, what if another nobleman offers a higher price than you? Wouldn't he take her away?

You are a noble man, you don't need those two or three taels of silver.

My niece will grow up to be a great beauty in the future, and the money she earns for you won't just be a few taels of silver, but tens of thousands of silver.

Please give us a suitable price and we will sell the child to you. What do you think? "

Huang Lao Er also came over and shamelessly begged the family:

"Sir, please have pity on me and the child. We are poor. Please give us a decent price and we will find a good place for the child."

The senior manager seemed to be persuaded. He looked back at the little girl, his face showing difficulty. He hesitated for a while and said:

"This child is too young to be taken care of. If the mother can come along to take care of the child, I am willing to pay for the purchase. You name a suitable price. I will buy both the child and the adult together."

After hearing what the senior manager said, the eldest sister-in-law of the Huang family was immediately delighted. She excitedly pulled the second son's arm and whispered:

"Second brother, don't you despise this cheap woman? Why not sell her at a high price?

Tell others that the child and his mother went to work in the town, and this will not affect the monthly compensation of 300 yuan.

But I have to explain this to you. Otherwise, losing 300 coins a month is not worth it."

Huang Lao Er rolled his eyes and said to Gao Jia in a flattering manner:

"My dear sir, my wife can get 300 yuan compensation from the government every month. She can also take care of the whole family, and she is the cash cow of the family.

I can't sell her to you. She's still my wife. I can still talk about it if I just sell her to you for a few years to help take care of the children."

The senior executive pretended to be nonchalant and said:

"Three hundred coins a month. She is so thin, not well-received, not well-fed, and has to work so hard. I don't think she will live past thirty. You can only get ten years of silver. Three taels and six coins a year, thirty-six taels in ten years.

If you are willing to sell the death deed, mother and daughter will give you 40 taels at once. The monthly 300 taels of silver will belong to me.

If you want to sell your wife on a short-term basis, you can get 500 yuan a year until the child can take care of himself.

What should I choose? Make your decision quickly. I have to go buy a child somewhere else."

Huang Laoer was a little undecided. If he got 40 taels of silver at once, his whole family would be rich.

However, if that cheap woman lived to be fifty or sixty years old, she would not only work like a slave for her whole life, but also earn three or six cents for the family every year. I am afraid that woman will die young. She will die of exhaustion in two years.

Huang Laoer, who was suffering from decision difficulty, felt that no matter which one he chose, it was not worth it. Huang's eldest sister-in-law advised him:

"Second brother, are you stupid? It's a death contract. It's better to put the money in your pocket. What if that little bitch runs away with someone else or dies halfway, won't you be left with nothing?

It would be better for you to get the money first, and then your sister-in-law can help you find a beautiful girl.

The new wife can not only take care of you wholeheartedly, but also give birth to a son for you. She is much better than this little bitch who is cheating on you.

Second brother, this shop will never come back again! "

Huang Laoer felt more and more that what his sister-in-law said made sense. He had recently fallen in love with the youngest daughter of Zhang the blacksmith in the town. The girl was charming and beautiful, and her figure was particularly attractive.

Blacksmith Zhang's wife had just died, and Blacksmith Zhang was too old to protect his daughter.

The two brothers were unwilling to let their sister occupy the house, so they wanted to marry her off at a high price. They said that the betrothal gift would be at least twelve taels of silver.

Many people were attracted to the youngest daughter of the Zhang family, but the betrothal gift was too high.

Besides, the two older brothers-in-law are blacksmiths, with muscular bodies and big, hard fists.

Whoever married this girl would have to treat her well. Otherwise, if she was provoked, she would run back to her parents' home and cry, and her father and two brothers would come to her husband's house and smash and destroy things. Who could stand that?

Unfortunately, the lustful Huang Laoer was completely bewitched by that girl.

Whenever he had some spare money, Huang Laoer would go to Sister Yao to vent his anger, and then go to the teahouse opposite the blacksmith shop to order a pot of tea. He would sit there for half a day, drinking a belly full of tea, just to take a few more glances at the young lady from the Zhang family.

Now that he has the chance to marry this little beauty, his heart is revived.