Spring comes to the desperate place

Chapter 482 Return to the Vineyard

The businessman was regretting his decision, while Song Chunlin stayed in the mansion and felt his head buzzing with pain. Looking at the three black boys kneeling on the ground, although he bought them on impulse, Song Chunlin couldn't think of how to settle them.

Sent to the military camp?

No, too young.

Sent to work in the fields?

It doesn't seem to work because we don't speak the same language.

Song Chunlin had tried to test them just now. The three of them didn't understand what he said at all, but they were sensible enough. Song Chunlin glared at them and they knelt down quickly. It was unknown how the Persian merchant had trained them.

Song Chunlin was still thinking about how to arrange for the three people when the shortest boy among them suddenly started twitching without any warning and foaming at the mouth. The two people next to him were startled and screamed in their own language. Song Chunlin couldn't understand them, so he had to ask the servants to hold the man down while he went to see the boy who was lying on the ground and twitching.

Seeing Song Chunlin walking towards the man on the ground, the other two people felt extremely sad. They all thought that the boy on the ground was definitely dead, because before they came, the Persian merchant said that the people of Dajing did not need sick slaves. Once they were found to be sick, there was only one end, and that was death.

In just a short while, the two of them had already imagined all sorts of tragic ways the boy on the ground could die.

However, to their surprise, after Song Chunlin approached the boy, there was no look of disgust on his face. Instead, he skillfully laid the boy's body flat, as if he was checking the boy's condition. The housekeeper next to him was not idle. He quickly took out a sweat towel and rolled it up. The two of them worked together to stuff the sweat towel into the boy's mouth to prevent him from biting his tongue.

Song Chunlin has seen epileptic seizures before. Generally, all he has to do is make sure the patient doesn't hurt himself during the convulsion and then wait for the convulsion to pass.

Sure enough, the boy stopped twitching after about three minutes, but he was still conscious. Song Chunlin tore off his sweat towel, turned his back and pretended to pour tea, but actually poured a cup of diluted spiritual spring water, which he poured into the boy's mouth.

The boy's condition improved a lot after drinking the water, but he didn't expect that the man in front of him would actually be willing to save him, a slave. Isn't it said that the people of Dajing treat slaves very harshly? If he hadn't been warned by the Persian merchant, the boy wouldn't have to keep carefully concealing his illness.

After the boys escaped from danger, they were arranged by the housekeeper to stay in a servant's room in the backyard. There were not many people in the mansion and many rooms were empty. After the three boys were settled in, they were taken to the bathroom to wash and change into clean clothes. The housekeeper was not sure what Song Chunlin meant, so he let them eat with the servants.

None of the three boys knew how to use chopsticks, so the uncle who was in charge of cooking gave each of them a spoon, and the three of them had their first full meal in their lives.

Later, Gu Fengyue came back and Song Chunlin told him that there were three black boys in the house. Gu Fengyue paused in taking off his clothes and then guessed that they were sent by someone else.

Song Chunlin said yes and then added: "But I did pay him, and I even doubled it. In the end, he didn't lose anything."

Gu Fengyue laughed. The man's purpose of giving the person away was definitely not to make that little money. He didn't expect that Song Chunlin would not play by ear and directly spend money to buy the person. Now the man must be heartbroken.

Of course, Song Chunlin certainly had thought of this, but he just didn't like this kind of behavior of not treating people as human beings. He gave money not only to avoid being criticized, but also to warn those who wanted to establish relationships with him, to stop them from thinking about these crooked ways all day long. He, Song Chunlin, didn't like it.

Song Chunlin's trick was indeed effective. The news of him getting angry and throwing money at his doorstep had spread throughout the county. The next day, Zhu Xiang came to visit him and said he wanted to see what the three black boys looked like.

Song Chunlin couldn't persuade him, so he called people over. Zhu Xiang surrounded the three of them, shouting non-stop, which made Song Chunlin's mouth twitch.

After the three of them left, Song Chunlin ruthlessly exposed him.

"Don't pretend, it's not your first time seeing a black person."

"Do black people refer to Kunlun slaves? Wow, your description is very appropriate."

Well, that’s not the answer to the question. Song Chunlin rolled his eyes and asked him what people in the city were saying now.

Zhu Xiang became excited when he mentioned this. He looked at Song Chunlin with shining eyes and said, "Many people in the city bought Kunlun slaves before. Now that they know you don't accept people as gifts, I don't know how they regret it. Kunlun slaves are not cheap, much more expensive than our Han slaves. Now they are all in a mess."

This was beyond Song Chunlin's control. He was thinking about what to let the three boys do. Black people are naturally long arms and legs, and those three were carefully selected. They were still much taller than Han children, but that was just tallness. Their actual age was less than fourteen years old. They were definitely little kids.

Song Chunlin always felt guilty about hiring child laborers when he asked these people to work, not to mention sending them to the military camp for training.

But it is not a good idea to keep them like this forever, so Song Chunlin can only ask the housekeeper to teach them some simple Chinese and let them do some light work at home. He will deal with the future later.

After finally settling the three people, Song Chunlin finally breathed a sigh of relief. These three people were quite well-behaved. If he had met the kind of people who were thinking about running away all day, Song Chunlin would have been really troubled.

After the craze for Kunlun slaves passed at the market, merchants from Persia left one after another. Because of the trade market, merchants from the south of Dajing flocked here, bringing with them the specialties they had collected, including but not limited to tea, spices, and silk. Cotton cloth has become popular recently. Persian merchants bought bundles of natural cotton cloth and took them back to dye them with dyes from their own country into fabrics with their own local characteristics. This kind of material is not as expensive as silk, and ordinary civilians can afford it, so it sells very well.

This county does not produce cotton cloth. Most of the cotton cloth comes from Baita City because it is closer. Only a small part comes from the south and the surrounding areas of the capital. The cloth in the south has more patterns, and the cloth in the capital is finer and stronger. Each has its own advantages.

Speaking of Baita City, Song Chunlin thought that he had not been to Baita for a long time. There was not much work in the fields at the moment. Song Chunlin estimated the distance between the two sides, said hello to Gu Fengyue, and set off alone.

The county town was only a hundred miles away from Baita. Song Chunlin took advantage of the fact that there were few people on the road and rode his motorcycle for more than an hour before arriving outside the vineyard.

Fang Siyi heard the noise outside and felt strange. She ran out and saw a familiar man standing at the door. Upon closer inspection, it turned out to be Song Chunlin.

"Young Master Song!" Fang Siyi exclaimed in surprise and walked forward quickly.