Transmigration: Getting Rich with My Space and Supplies

"May I ask what our esteemed guest thinks?" the middle-aged porter asked cautiously.

At this moment, Hu Dao also looked at the Miss Rong before him, but judging from her expression... it seemed that she was likely to buy the manor.

He couldn’t help but sigh in his heart.

Master... there’s nothing your servant can do about this.

Sure enough, he heard Miss Rong saying, "How much do you ask for the price?"

If the price was right, Rong Yan wouldn’t mind buying it; after all, it didn’t matter to her where she lived.

Moreover, Rong Jin was still young, and it was time for her to save and earn silver.

Sometimes, the most bustling places might not be the best for them as siblings, for by birth and strength... they truly were the weakest.

A big place meant it was filled with powerful people, and anyone could trample over them, sister and brother.

At this time, the middle-aged porter truly didn’t dare to add even one tael to the price.

"Esteemed guest, 600 taels, that’s the lowest price set by the owner," he said.

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Rong Yan looked at him indifferently, "Alright, but can the procedures for the manor be completed today?"

Upon hearing this, the middle-aged porter could hardly wait to respond, "Esteemed guest, certainly, if you are willing to buy the manor, then we can complete the paperwork today."

Hu Dao also guaranteed, "Miss, if you’re sure you want to buy, there’s no issue with the transfer of ownership."

With him saying so, Rong Yan had nothing more to add.

Indeed, she wasn’t short of a day or two.

"Then let’s proceed with the transfer," she said.

"Very well, esteemed guest, let’s head to the government office," the middle-aged porter said joyfully in his heart.

Even though the price of the manor was reduced by fifty taels of silver, it wasn’t that he had earned nothing... at least he could still make one tael, so his efforts weren’t in vain.

"Oh, esteemed guest, would you like to buy some servants?"

These days, most people couldn’t even afford a meal... the poor were truly worthless.

This noble lord who spent so much silver to buy the manor would certainly need people to manage it.

Rong Yan looked at him, "There’s no rush for that."

With her response, the middle-aged porter naturally didn’t say more.

Just as they were about to leave the manor, suddenly a family ran over and knelt before Rong Yan.

The moment they rushed out, Hu Dao had already swiftly stepped in front of Rong Yan, a long sword now in his hand, his eyes sharply fixed on the ten or so people kneeling on the ground.

Those kneeling on the ground were immediately frightened into trembling, having never witnessed such a spectacle, not wetting themselves on the spot was their last display of fortitude.

However, their bodies were still shaking like sieves... the youngest didn’t even dare to cry.

Rong Yan glanced at them, then said to Hu Dao, "Let’s hear what they have to say."

Her words made Hu Dao move slightly aside, but he didn’t sheathe his sword.

"Speak, what is it?" he demanded.

The people kneeling heard such a cold, emotionless voice and were even more afraid to utter a sound.

But compared to the whole family starving to death, the vigorous middle-aged man still mustered enough courage.

"Noble ones... if you buy the manor, could you... also buy us? We can work..."

Their former master had sold the manor because he moved elsewhere, taking away everything that he could.

Those left behind... were the ones the former master didn’t want to take.

They couldn’t stay here; they’d have to go to the broker and await that uncertain fate.

Who would spend the money to buy this whole family of the old, the disabled, the sick?

The brokers were reluctant to spend the food to support them. Also, his little girl was sick, and if they went to the brokers, she couldn’t be treated.

He didn’t want his little girl to die... she was only five years old, still so small.