Chapter 1263 - 396: Return to the Homestead, Purchase a Servant_3
Mo Yan was kindly led by the shopkeeper to the backyard, where she saw a spacious yard already filled with rows of people waiting to be selected.
There were no fewer than a hundred people: old people in their fifties or sixties, as well as children around the ages of five or six; young girls of thirteen or fourteen, and women in their twenties or thirties. Overall, there were more women than men.
Looking at the several white-haired old people at the very front, Mo Yan’s heart was heavy. These were people who should have been enjoying their twilight years, surrounded by doting children and grandchildren, but instead, due to various misfortunes, had fallen to this pitiable state.
Noticing Mo Yan’s gaze linger on a few old people who couldn’t be sold, the shopkeeper’s eyes lit up, and he hurried forward, pointing to one of the old men while enthusiastically recommending, "He was originally a steward for a wealthy family, quite skilled at it too. If the young lady has a need at home, buying him would be most appropriate."
This old man was already well into his sixties, and his physique seemed alright, but he was just too old. There was always the risk of him collapsing at any moment, otherwise, he wouldn’t have spent more than a year in the Dentist with no one showing any interest.
Initially, he was bought because he was cheap; it cost only three hundred wen money. If a willing buyer were found, making a hundred times profit wouldn’t be a problem. But if, in the end, no one bought him, they would just have to cut their losses and drive the man out to beg. After all, the Dentist is a business and cannot be expected to provide for these old people until their dying days.
The old man, who the shopkeeper was vigorously recommending, had a faint glint of hope in his dim eyes. Slighting lifting his head to look at Mo Yan, his face bore a deep expression of humility, evoking a sour feeling in one’s heart.
Mo Yan remained expressionless, and her gaze shifted to another old man beside the first, only to hear the shopkeeper praising vigorously, "Don’t be fooled by his age, miss; he’s still very strong. Carrying a hundred catties is not a problem—he used to carry two hundred when he was young, working down at the docks!"