bayedsolid Chapter 1162 Bought Several Estates in One Go
Chapter 1162 Bought Several Estates in One Go
Uncle Nine's face was burning painfully from the heat, but it finally felt a little better when the heat was on his face.
Then the dagger flew out of his hand and plunged straight down towards the dragon.
Blood gushed out immediately, but the unconscious child lying on the bed showed no reaction.
"You wretch! Let him go! He's just a child! You asked me to stay the night, and I treated you to good tea and rice, and you repay kindness with enmity, you beasts!"
Jiang Jiaoyun gave Xue Wan a wink, and Xue Wan immediately stepped forward and gagged the head of the manor.
Fortunately, it wasn't His Highness who came today; otherwise, based on those few words alone, this entire estate wouldn't be enough to be slaughtered.
Jiang Jiaoyun seemed to be having a blast, stabbing herself again and again until the bed was covered in blood before turning back to look at the head of the manor.
"How many more stab wounds do you think your son can take?"
Jiang Jiaoyun's contemptuous laughter echoed in the ears of everyone who was awake in the room.
Uncle Nine couldn't bear to watch any longer. In his struggle, he knocked over the stool, causing him and the stool to fall to the ground together.
It fell right at Jiang Jiaoyun's feet.
With a rag stuffed in his mouth, he couldn't speak easily and could only keep kowtowing to the ground, begging Jiang Jiaoyun to spare his son.
Jiang Jiaoyun, perhaps tired from stabbing, slipped her hand and the dagger fell right next to the head of the village.
The chilling dagger was covered in blood.
Jiang Jiaoyun cried out and slowly squatted down next to the village head. She looked at the old man with gray hair, whose forehead was bruised from banging on his head, and silently shed tears as she looked at the dagger.
Jiang Jiaoyun reached out and pulled the gag out of Zhuangtou's mouth, while Xue Wan reached out and pulled the stool back.
The head of the farm was positioned directly opposite the child's rising and falling chest on the bed.
"This child is really lucky. If I stop now, he might still be alive."
Jiang Jiaoyun picked up the dagger from the ground, wiping the dust off the handle while muttering to herself.
She controlled her voice well enough for the head of the village to hear her clearly, and by the time the head of the village realized what was happening, she stopped talking.
On the contrary, it makes people feel as if they are hearing their own inner thoughts.
Xue Wan stood aside and watched, clearly seeing the pain and torment in Zhuang Tou's eyes.
The dagger hovered in Jiang Jiaoyun's hand once more, beginning to swing. Each slash through the air brought forth a chilling light that felt as if it were cutting into Zhuang Tou's heart.
Though there is no blood or flesh visible, the pain is excruciating.
"Don't kill him! What do you want to know? I'll tell you everything, I'll tell you everything!"
Uncle Nine looked at Da Long lying on the bed, his face pale, blood splattered everywhere, but he didn't react at all.
Jiang Jiaoyun continued wielding the dagger, not even sparing the head of the manor a glance.
"I really want to say, please, let him go, he's just a child."
Jiang Jiaoyun loosened her grip on the dagger, which landed precisely on Da Long's head, piercing through the pillow.
The sharp blade was pressed tightly against the dragon's head; any lower and it would have been more than just a little blood.
This scene made Uncle Nine's heart clench, and for a moment his heart stopped beating.
"Tell me, who are you working for?"
Uncle Nine didn't expect this person to ask such a question right away. He originally only wanted to explain the women in the cellar who hadn't had time to be sold yet.
This matter could have been over, but I didn't expect this person to think so deeply.
Jiang Jiaoyun leaned lazily against the edge of the bed, still not looking at Zhuang Tou, her eyes only on the dagger that had slipped onto the pillow.
In the countryside, pillows become hard after a while.
Even with the dagger embedded inside, it can remain upright for a short time.
But over time, it will gradually decline.
Jiang Jiaoyun deliberately controlled her strength so that the head of the village would see the dagger slide down and leave a bloodstain on Dalong's forehead.
The child on the bed still didn't react much, unless it was his furrowed brow that proved to everyone that he was still alive.
Xue Wan was starting to suspect that the child was gone.
"It is the Marquis of Jinxiang, it really is the Marquis of Jinxiang! Please spare my life, heroine! My son has been in poor health since he was a child."
Xue Wan stepped forward and stomped on Zhuang Tou's foot, causing Zhuang Tou to cry out in pain: "Say something useful. If you say a few more of this nonsense, your son will die."
Xue Wan's response was a dagger that drew blood from the dragon's head.
It landed on Da Long's head, and perhaps because of the cushioning, the speed of its descent was slowed down, but Uncle Nine had personally witnessed the sharpness of this dagger.
“I’ll tell you, I’ll tell you. This was done by the Marquis of Jinxiang. I heard that the Marquis is very close to several nobles in the capital. Over the years, most of the women here who were given to the Marquis of Jinxiang have been sent to various brothels in the capital.”
After Uncle Jiu finished speaking, he saw that the dagger was still pressing down on his son's head, and his heart clenched.
"It's true. As long as we have goods, his people will come to collect them on the 15th of every month. The price is determined according to the quality of the finished product."
Jiang Jiaoyun turned to the side, half-raising her eyes, and looked at the head of the village:
"When did it start, and how many have been sold so far?"
Uncle Nine was speechless for a moment, then began to calculate anxiously.
"This business has been going on for seven or eight years. As for how many I've sold, I can't remember. I only remember that the most expensive one sold for five thousand taels of silver."
In this village where two strings of cash were enough for one person to live on for more than a month, five thousand taels of silver... In Jiang Jiaoyun's mind, the beautiful women in the capital slowly came to mind.
If that's how it all happened, then it's no wonder she always couldn't help but sob quietly when she wasn't entertaining customers.
"How can your little manor welcome and send off so many beauties?"
Uncle Nine said everything he should and shouldn't have said.
There's no need to hide it anymore. In the end, even if Marquis Jinxiang survives, he might still die.
I just hope that Da Long can survive.
Ideally, the Marquis of Jinxiang should be able to keep these women firmly under control, and then he can deal with them properly.
They were left wishing for death, unable to live or die.
Thinking of this, Uncle Nine saw that the blood flowing down Da Long's forehead almost slid down to the corner of his eye.
So I decided to just go for it.
"Not all of them came from our village; a lot of them were sent from the neighboring villages."
Jiang Jiaoyun guessed it.
Judging from the appearance, this manor must be the head of the manor in the vicinity.
Jiang Jiaoyun: "Are all these nearby estates also owned by the Marquis of Jinxiang?"
Uncle Nine: "Some of them weren't like that at first, but as the business grew bigger and bigger, many women who passed through here disappeared. The villagers nearby noticed this and wanted to report it to the authorities, so Marquis Jinxiang bought up all the dozen or so villages nearby."
Jiang Jiaoyun: "Just because they discovered your business dealings, you want to report it to the authorities? You bought over a dozen estates just to cover it up? Has the Marquis of Jinxiang gone mad?"
She remembered that there were several estates nearby that were much larger than this one. If Marquis Jinxiang, a fallen nobleman, wanted to buy them all, the money he would have to spend would probably be enough to support the soldiers of the capital's outskirts camp for two years.