The sickly son died young? After the marriage exchange, I will bring prosperity to his entire clan f

Du Mingxian had excellent hearing and could hear the conversation between the two, as well as the conversation between the maid and the steward, very clearly. So she quietly followed the slave trader until he got home.

This human trafficker didn't have a shop, but his house was a bit bigger. However, after the trafficker arrived home, she secretly went to the rooftop to listen to the conversation between the trafficker and his wife.

"Why are you back so soon?" The slave trader's wife said, then noticed that all the people she had taken out had returned, and she was still somewhat disappointed. "Your standards are really high; you couldn't find anyone you liked out of so many?"

The slave trader sighed, "Of the others, we only picked one, and when he came to our house..." He pointed to the one that had been carried back and placed in the yard, "...before we even chose him, he collapsed."

"This..." The slave trader's wife turned green upon hearing this. "Why now of all times? I'm going to sell her to the worst place."

The slave trader waved his hand and said, "You could say we're unlucky, but we're also lucky. I was thinking that if one of us fell, we wouldn't have enough people, but the lady of that family got tired of picking and told us to go again tomorrow."

The slave trader's wife was overjoyed. "What a wonderful thing! We'll pick out a few more carefully and send them over tomorrow."

"Hmm, I hope I can choose one."

Du Mingxian couldn't glean from their conversation what Wu Daniu was buying people for. If she knew, she could have a better strategy.

After a moment of contemplation, she quietly went home.

First, arrange for Chunfeng to find out the truth about Wu Daniu's purchase of people.

Then all that's left is to wait for Ling Silang to come back so she can have a proper discussion with him.

Ling Silang returned home as usual today, and was somewhat surprised to see Du Mingxian in his presence. "You didn't go out?" This was not his wife's usual practice.

If he said he was there to monitor, then he wouldn't be sitting here; there must be something going on.

"What's wrong? What happened?" he asked anxiously.

Du Mingxian pointed to the stool, "Sit down first, it's nothing."

"then you……"

"Today I went to Wu Daniu’s house and saw a broker leading people to line up at the gate. I even thought about selling myself to sneak in and take a look."

"As for this luck, I don't know whether to call it good or bad."

"I waited until the last slave trader was about to go in, but Wu Daniu's current wife said she was tired and told the last slave trader to come back tomorrow."

"Just then, one of the slave traders fell down. I noticed that the number of people they bring is fixed. I guess it's because they have to bring enough, or it's to prevent them from bringing more."

“I followed that slave trader all the way to his house, got familiar with the place, and then came back.”

Ling Silang already knew what she was planning to do. "Isn't this a bit risky? If you go straight in, even if selling yourself into slavery is just a pretense, you'll still have to serve people. I don't want you to go."

"Nothing ventured, nothing gained. If we want to deal with Wu Daniu, we have to do something. Simply tying him up won't work, so we need to think of another way. I think this is a good idea."

Du Mingxian felt that she could keep up the act for a few days.

"If you go in as a servant, you'll be forced to kneel at any moment."

Du Mingxian had forgotten that in this era, servants were required to kneel.

“Do you think everyone is like us, who don’t need to kneel?” Ling Silang continued to stab her in the heart. “How can I be at ease when you sell yourself into slavery?”

“We do have a grudge against Wu Daniu, but it has been brewing for a long time. A little more time won’t make a difference. We can find an opportunity slowly. There’s no need to do these things.”

Du Mingxian felt that Ling Silang was right. It didn't necessarily have to be a servant. She could use other methods to get in touch, such as... business.

Or something else, the goal is revenge.

In order to investigate, do I have to become a slave and kowtow to my enemy?

She feels her mind hasn't been working well lately, and she keeps thinking about useless things that are detrimental to her.

"Let's start from somewhere else."

The next morning, when she saw Granny Dong at breakfast, her thoughts started flowing again.

Should we put a spy in that house?

Granny Dong noticed that Du Mingxian was staring at her in a daze and hurriedly asked, "Madam, is something wrong?"

Du Mingxian didn't rush to speak. She was thinking about the feasibility of this matter. The more she thought about it, the more suitable it seemed. Granny Dong had a history of hardship, and she was a good person. With the Dong family's grandson here, she certainly wouldn't betray them.

We could also plant a spy on Wu Daniu's side.

"There's nothing wrong with it, I just... wanted to talk to you about something."

"Please speak, Madam."

“I…I want you to do something for me. I’ll resell you. If you can get into this place, you can be my informant. If you can’t get in, I’ll redeem you.”

Granny Dong was taken aback, feeling a mix of indescribable emotions—a bittersweet feeling, a sense of unease.

She is a person, not a commodity.

But now she has already signed a contract of servitude, and the madam is now her master. She should do whatever the madam tells her to do, instead of being pretentious here.

"Yes."

Du Mingxian could tell that Granny Dong had something on her mind, so she didn't rush to speak, but just stared at her.