The most arrogant in history

"Thank you, sir..."

Cao Jiashan wiped his tears, took Xiao Moli with him, and walked away, looking back every step of the way.

"Uncle, you are a good man. I will kowtow to you when I get home..." Little Jasmine also turned around and said.

"Go ahead Jasmine."

Ye Kun nodded, almost unable to hold back his tears.

I got a lot of good guy cards, but Jasmine's card is the most valuable.

There were many onlookers, and when they saw this scene, they all shouted:

"Lord Ye is such a good official. This is the first time I've seen Lord Ye be an official like this, paying money out of his own pocket to give to the people."

The two yamen runners seemed to have their consciences touched as well, and whispered:

"Master Ye, this Caojiashan seems to be from Guanjia Village. He originally had a son, sixteen or seventeen years old, who was in the Guanjia Village Tiger Hunting Team. He died in the summer."

"Guanjia Village?"

Ye Kun nodded slightly and decided to go see Xiao Jasmine again when he was free.

In front of the platform, those who sold their daughters had already knelt down and shouted:

"Master Ye, please buy my daughter. We have no food to eat."

Everyone saw what happened just now.

The county lieutenant is a good man and very generous.

Ye Kun waved his hand: "Don't worry, come one by one! Tell us what's going on at home and why you sold your daughter!"

The sellers stood up and cried one by one.

Some said the harvest was poor, some said someone in their family was sick, and some said they were robbed by bandits.

Before I could finish my speech, a few more people came to sell their daughters.

No one bought a son, because a son is the continuation of the family line. When he grows up, he becomes a labor force.

Ye Kun asked the two yamen runners: "Do you know these people? Is what they said true or false?"

The guard pointed at one of the men:

"I know this guy. He cheated adults. He drank and gambled and lost money. He had no choice but to sell his daughter. He sold his eldest daughter last month."

"brute!"

Ye Kun was furious and shouted, "Drag this beast up here, strip him of his clothes, and beat him up!"

"Sir, please don't hit me. I won't gamble anymore..."

The gambler was so scared that he kowtowed and screamed.

Two yamen runners dragged the gambler up with a smile, stripped him of his coat, and whipped him with a whip, giving him more than ten strokes.

The gambler was beaten so hard that he screamed and his skin was torn.

The audience was shocked.

It turns out that Lord Ye can also lose his temper and hit people.

But there were also many people cheering: "Master Ye, you beat the beast well! Just beat him to death!"

The gambler was beaten so hard that he could not stand up and shouted, "Master Ye, it is not illegal for me to gamble, and it is not illegal for me to sell my daughter!"

"Keep hitting me!"

Ye Kun was furious: "You beast sold your children, I can beat you to death, and it's not against the law!"

Ye Kun must beat this kind of scum.

Otherwise, other gamblers would follow his example and sell their daughters when they run out of money.

The gambler was whipped several more times and finally couldn't stand it anymore. He knelt down and shouted:

"I know I was wrong, Lord Ye. I won't sell my daughter. Please stop beating me..."

Ye Kun then told the guards to stop and pointed at the men who were selling their daughters:

"Who else among you sold your daughter because of drinking and gambling?"

Several sellers looked pale and shook their heads.

One of the guys had already pulled his daughter and quietly retreated.

"Master Ye, this guy is also a gambler, and he also visits brothels!"

Some people in the audience started to make a fuss and pointed at the man who was retreating quietly.

"Don't leave! Drag him up here and beat him!"

Ye Kun shouted.

The man was also brought up and was whipped more than a dozen times.

After the fight, Ye Kun asked, "How much do you want to sell your daughter?"

The sellers were all scared and whispered, "Master Ye, just give me whatever you want..."

Lord Ye is so fierce that even if he doesn't give them a penny and robs their daughter, they dare not say a word.

Ye Kun asked the yamen runner beside him: "Generally speaking, what is the price?"

"About one or two hundred coins. Sometimes it can't even be sold." The bailiff laughed.

"Laugh at your sister!"

Ye Kun glared at the yamen runner, took out the silver and exchanged it for copper coins. The two gamblers each gave him a hundred.

"Your daughters are not allowed to be redeemed. I will arrange their future and ensure that they will have food and drink for the rest of their lives."

The two gamblers were beaten, exchanged for a hundred coins, and left their daughter behind and ran away in embarrassment.

This amount of money is probably only enough for medicine expenses.

Ye Kun gave five hundred coins to each of the other poor vendors:

"You all take your daughters to the Lotus Restaurant on South Street and look for Boss Ma Fugui. I will make arrangements for you later."

Several vendors kowtowed to express their gratitude and went to South Street with their daughters.

Ye Kun shook his head and asked the two yamen runners: "Brother, what are your names?"

The younger yamen runner was more lively and said with a smile:

"We are cousins. This is my fourth brother, Tan Sichou, the fourth child, born at the hour of Chou. I am the eighth child, born at the hour of Mao, and my full name is Tan Bamao."

"Hachimao...Luckily your last name isn't Ji."

Ye Kun couldn't help but smile, and threw down another five taels of silver:

"Four ugly and eight rabbits, from now on every five or ten days, there will be girls sold by officials or private individuals. If I don't have time to come, you can buy them for me. By the way, if someone is selling his daughter, you must ask if he is a gambler or a drunkard. If so, give me twenty lashes first!"

"Don't worry, sir. We brothers will remember this!"

The four ugly and eight rabbits were overjoyed.

Ye Kun thought for a moment and then said, "If there are people who sell their sons, those who are over ten years old will be accepted as well."

Now that he has money, Ye Kun wants to recruit a group of assassins.

If there are young orphans, it would be most suitable and they can grow up in a year or two!

Tan Bamao chuckled and said, "Sir, I am also my father's son. How about selling me to you?"

This guy is almost thirty years old, but he is always smiling and doesn't look serious.

Ye Kun couldn't help but smile: "Alright, I'll buy you for a penny and take you as my godson!"

"Thank you godfather!"

Tan Bamao took advantage of the situation and actually knelt down before Ye Kun.

In front of the earthen platform, the onlookers burst into laughter.

Mr. Ye, who was twenty years old, adopted a thirty-year-old son.

Ye Kun was also at a loss for words. He threw down a penny and patted Tan Bamao's head.

"Get up, my dear son, and follow me to the Lotus Restaurant on South Street. I'll give you something good."

These days, adopting a godson is like adopting a sworn brother, there is no disadvantage.

"Thank you godfather!"

Tan Bamao stood up with a smile and followed Ye Kun to South Street.

The Lotus Restaurant had just opened and there were no customers yet.

All the girls bought by Ye Kun are here, waiting for their fate.

There were nine girls in total, three sold by the government and six sold privately.

The several sellers who sold their daughters privately did not leave either.

Jiaojiao, Tian Xiao'e and others were a little surprised. They didn't expect Ye Kun to buy so many, including two who were only eleven or twelve years old.

Ye Kun entered the restaurant and said to Jiaojiao:

"Jiaojiao, pick a few girls to help with the restaurant work. I'll take the rest to Caomiao Village to help with spinning."

Jiaojiao thought about it and picked out three nice and clean ones and left them for Ye Kun.

Ye Kun said to the sellers:

"If you miss your children, you can visit them on the fifth or tenth day of the month. If there is something going on at home, such as a wedding or funeral, you can also send a letter to ask your children to come home."

The sellers thanked them profusely with tears in their eyes. They told their daughters to be obedient and listen to Lord Ye and do whatever Lord Ye asked them to do. Then they left.

Ye Kun was fine now. He pointed at Jiaojiao and said to Tan Bamao, "Kowtow and call me godmother."

"Godmother, your son kowtows to you!"

Tan Bamao fell to his knees and kowtowed three times.

Jiaojiao was startled and hid behind Ye Kun, shouting, "Sir, please get up quickly. I can't take responsibility for it."