Transmigrated as a Peasant Girl with Prophetic Dreams: Using My Space to Become the Richest Person - Chapter 50

Chapter 50: Looking for Someone Who Can Fight

Yang Xue didn’t plan on visiting another clothing shop. As she walked, she found herself in a less crowded area where livestock—oxen and horses—were traded.

She looked around curiously but didn’t intend to buy a beast of burden yet. Even if she bought one, they had no place to keep it. Raising it up on the mountain would likely turn it wild, which would defeat the purpose.

However, the owners of these livestock stalls were sure to know where the other kind of “beasts of burden” were traded.

Coming from the 21st century, Yang Xue naturally detested the idea of human trafficking. But in this era, it was a legal reality. If she didn’t buy them, someone else would. If others bought them, the “merchandise” might be mistreated; if she bought them, she could at least guarantee they wouldn’t be subject to senseless cruelty.

Wanting to scout the location, she found a stall selling chickens and ducks and squatted down to poke at the ducklings.

“Brother, did you hatch these little ducks yourself?” she asked the vendor.

The man replied, “You’re a funny one, little girl. If I didn’t hatch them, where else would I steal so many from?”

Yang Xue… Brother, your sense of humor is something else too.

As she played with them, she realized that while her family couldn’t raise animals in the cave, she could keep them in her spatial storage. She could even treat herself to a secret feast later; the experimental building in her space had a kitchen.

With that in mind, she picked out ten ducklings and ten chicks.

After paying, she lowered her voice. “Brother, my family wants to buy two servants. Do you know where to go?”

The man paused and sized her up, his voice filled with disbelief. “You say your family wants to buy servants?”

“Yes.”

“Little girl, you aren’t joking, are you? Are you feeling alright?”

Yang Xue… “I’m fine, brother. Do you know the place?”

The man chuckled. “I don’t think you’re there to buy servants. You look more like someone going there to become a servant.”

Yang Xue… Brother, where are your manners?

“Hehe, you caught me,” she lied smoothly. “I actually want to go be a maid for a wealthy family. So, where is it?”

The man finally pointed the way out of kindness. “Alright then. Follow this path out, turn left, and look for the big redwood door. That’s the place.”

“Great, thank you!”

As she turned to leave, the man called out, “Girl, think it over carefully. Once you enter that door, you have to sign a bill of sale. I’m warning you—if you can still hold on, just keep holding on. Once that contract is signed, your life isn’t your own anymore.”

He was a decent man. Yang Xue smiled at him. “It’s alright. Things are too hard at home. If my life isn’t my own, then so be it.”

Following his directions, she navigated several twists and turns until she finally saw the redwood door. She checked to make sure no one was looking and tucked the chicks and ducks into her space.

When she approached the door, she was immediately blocked by two guards.

“Halt! What’s your business?”

Yang Xue remained calm. “My young master sent me to purchase two guards.”

The guards looked her over, clearly skeptical. They often dealt with people who regretted signing their contracts and tried to escape, sometimes using outside help. They had to be cautious. To them, Yang Xue didn’t look like a buyer; she looked like someone’s family member trying to sneak in to “rescue” a relative after spending the sale money.

Seeing their wariness, Yang Xue reached into her robe and pulled out a few silver taels. “I truly am here on behalf of my master. Besides, I’m just a little girl. Are you afraid I’ll cause trouble? If I did, you could just beat me to death. I’m not that stupid, am I?”

The guards exchanged a glance. Seeing the silver and noting her small stature, they decided she wasn’t a threat and let her in.

Inside the courtyard, she saw dozens of people gathered, all waiting for buyers. When she entered, they glanced at her briefly before looking away, assuming she was just another person who had sold themselves.

A burly supervisor barked at her, “What are you doing here?”

Yang Xue looked at him. He was tall and muscular—pure brawn. Her eyes lit up. This is exactly the kind of person I want. Unfortunately, he clearly wasn’t for sale.

“I’m here to buy two servants.”

At those words, everyone in the courtyard turned their eyes back to her—suspicion, scrutiny, and curiosity filled the air.

The supervisor walked over, looking her up and down. “You? Buying two servants?”

“Yes, me,” she said coolly. “Is there a problem?”

Seeing her composed, dignified manner, the supervisor’s suspicion lessened slightly. “You’re not joking?”

“No. I’m here to pick them out.” Sigh, what a superficial world, she thought.

“What kind are you looking for?”

“Men. Those who can fight.” She looked the supervisor in the eye. “Someone like you would be perfect.”

The supervisor’s lip twitched. He took it as a compliment. “I’m not for sale.”

“I didn’t say you were. I meant I want someone like you—capable of fighting.”

“How do you know I can fight?”

“Brother, you look valiant and peerless. Anyone can see that.”

Flattered, the supervisor waved his hand to a subordinate. “Pick out a few of the fighters for the lady.”

The subordinate turned to the crowd. “This girl wants two who can fight! If you have skills, step forward!”

One person timidly raised their hand. “Excuse me… does ‘can fight’ mean good at taking a beating, or good at beating others?”

The subordinate’s face was cramped. “What do you think?”

“I can!” one man shouted, stepping forward. “I can take on ten men by myself!”

Yang Xue looked at him and immediately felt disappointed. He was all talk—weak-looking and hollow.

“I can too!”

“Me! Choose me!”

Soon, seven or eight men had their hands up. Yang Xue knew she couldn’t judge purely by sight. She turned to the supervisor. “Brother, how about we let them demonstrate a few moves? I can’t choose just based on their words.”

The supervisor gave a dismissive wave. “Show the lady what you’ve got. Spar a bit!”

“Yes, sir!”