It was tall.
Very tall, seemingly even taller than the Marquis.
The stature was robust yet graceful, and the appearance was quite different from childhood. He grew up well, into a handsome and radiant young man, unlike the Marquis's ruggedness. It seems the Marquis was right; the Young Marquis resembles the late Old Madam.
Uncle Mao stared at Qin San Lang, his eyes welling with tears, yet he was afraid others would notice. He quickly knelt down and pleaded, "Military Officer, we are willing to sell ourselves to Daokou Gully. Please, Military Officer, buy us... Although we number many, each one of us can work. Please buy us, give us a way to live, wu wu wu~"
Uncle Mao took the opportunity to cry out loud.
The crying was extremely sorrowful. People on Tufu Street heard and looked this way, thinking "Master Yan" and his people were truly pitiful.
