Shen Tang asked, "Why can't we do both?"
First, trick Cui Hui into leaving, then sell Cui Mi by the pound.
She looked Cui Mi up and down, half-threatening and half-teasing as she said, "After all, even a tiny mosquito is still meat."
Not getting a good price didn't mean no one would make an offer. If she was desperate enough, Shen Tang wouldn't mind selling Cui Mi "for a song."
Cui Mi shuddered. "Sister Shen, you really are heartless."
I gave my heart to the bright moon, but the moon shone on the gutter instead.
Why couldn't she see the depth of his unwavering love?
Shen Tang naturally didn't believe a word of Cui Mi's nonsense.
One should never harbor any illusions about the heads of great lineages. Did that mean one should put them on a pedestal just because they were scions of great lineages? They were all cut from the same cloth, sharing the same roots. When it came to free labor, Shen Tang had no qualms about squeezing Cui Mi dry.
"Second Young Master Cui, get these things taken care of as soon as possible."
The government couldn't get back on its feet without people willing to work.
Shen Tang didn't expect Cui Mi to handle everything by himself.
She personally wrote a notice and posted it at the city gate.
At first, it attracted no attention.
There were hardly any households in this area, and barely anyone could read. The notice hung there for three or four days without a single applicant. Just as Shen Tang was about to give up and recruit people in the neighboring county town, a frail scholar in patched clothes showed up with an elderly man whose beard and hair were white as snow. Both were sallow and gaunt, their