"Thank you, uncle."
Wang Ying thanked the old man and looked deeply at the Overwatch Council.
Then, he turned around and left.
He did not expect the Overwatch Council to have fallen to such a level.
Even though he was not a person of this world and did not have a high degree of integration with the Great Zhou, he still felt a trace of anger.
Could this world be better?
Even the Overwatch Council had forgotten their honor and duty. How could the other yamens be any better?
Was there any justice in the world if the Great Zhou did not perish?
But on second thought, this was actually not a bad thing for Wang Ying.
The more corrupt and degenerate the Great Zhou was, the easier it was to court death.
He already had some ideas.
The weather changed like flipping through a book. During the day, there was still some sunlight, but at night, there was a strong wind and then snow.
This was the first snow since winter.
The snow in the other world was heavier than in his previous life. It had been snowing for an entire night, but it did not show any signs of stopping.
When Wang Ying woke up, the outside was already covered in snow. He breathed a sigh, and the heat was immediately swallowed by the cold.
However, he had Righteousness Qi on him, so although his clothes were thin, he did not feel cold at all.
This made Wang Ying feel a little regretful.
Sigh, it seemed that he couldn't freeze to death.
One less way to die.
The yellow-haired old man was sweeping the snow in the courtyard. It was not easy for him to clear a path.
After Wang Ying finished his breakfast, he went to the Overwatch Council.
However, he missed again.
The door was still tightly shut.
"You dogs, don't you plan to go to work?”
Wang Ying gritted his teeth.
The people in this world were too willful. They didn't go to work just because they said so.
He should have thrown them into his previous life and let them experience the blessing of 996.
Wang Ying had no choice but to leave.
As his superior, he had come to the yamen for two days in a row, but he did not even enter the main door. It had to be said that it was simply the greatest joke in the world.
However, Wang Ying really had no other way.
Where was he going to talk about this?
Everyone treated the Overwatch Council as air. If he said it, it would be impossible for them to give him justice. They would treat it as a joke and definitely not run away.
Wang Ying had the personality of not asking for help, and he was determined.
"I don't believe that you will never open the door!”
He strolled around outside and then returned home.
As soon as she entered, she realized that there was an extra person in the house.
The old yellow-headed man and the cook were in the courtyard, pulling a little girl and talking about something.
"Young Master is back."
When the yellow-haired old man saw Wang Ying, he revealed a happy expression and hurriedly went over to welcome him.
"What's going on?"
Wang Ying glanced at the little girl.
Her entire body was dirty, and she was emitting a faint stench. Her small face was purple from the cold, and she looked weak.
"This girl fainted at our door just now. If I hadn't discovered her early, I'm afraid she would have frozen to death…Sigh, what kind of world is this? How can a girl live?”
The cook wiped her tears.
"Young Master, take this girl in and let her be your servant girl to serve you. It can be considered as giving her a way out.”
The yellow-haired old man said.
He was also a kind person and wanted to keep this girl.
It just so happened that he had been thinking about finding a maid for Wang Ying these few days.
"A maid?"
Wang Ying instinctively felt a little conflicted. The young people of the 21st century were particular about doing their own things. When had they ever ordered a maid around?
Moreover, servant girls were considered slaves and had to be registered as slaves.
"Little girl, where are you from? Where are your parents and relatives?"
Wang Ying squatted down and asked.
The little girl shook her head. Her dirty face was filled with sadness, and her mouth made sounds of " Aba Aba ".
"Is she mute?"
Wang Ying was stunned.
"Yeah, she can't speak."
The yellow-haired old man was afraid that Wang Ying wouldn't want it, so he said.
It's actually a good thing that you can't speak. Young Master doesn't have to worry about the secret of the family being spread…"
Wang Ying frowned.
The little girl probably thought that Wang Ying didn't want her as tears fell. She used her finger to write a line of words in the snow.
"Please take me in, or I'll starve to death.”
Wang Ying was a little surprised.
"You can write?"
The little girl nodded.
"What's your name?"
Wang Ying asked again.
She wrote the word "Xuanxuan" on the snow.
Wang Ying asked a few more questions.
Xuanxuan replied.
Wang Ying roughly figured out that this little girl was born in a scholarly family in a certain northern state. Later on, her family was in decline and it was difficult for her to continue. Then, she encountered a drought and fled to the capital with the refugees.
The people who were with her either died or scattered along the way.
If she hadn't met Old Yellow Head, she would have frozen to death by now.
"The world is difficult. There's no room for a little girl like you to survive.”
Wang Ying felt a little pained.
He had no feelings for the Great Zhou, but he had feelings for the ordinary people.
Because he was human.
The common people were also humans.
After nine years of compulsory education, he had a more humane outlook than the ancient people.
" How about this, I'll take you in. However, you don't have to be a servant girl, and you don't have to be a slave. Just stay in the manor and recuperate. If your family finds you in the future, you can reunite with them…"
Wang Ying patted her head.
The cook and the yellow-haired old man were overjoyed and quickly led the little girl into the house.
After eating something, the cook led her to take a shower and change her clothes.
Four hours had already passed.
"Young Master, I've brought the Xuan girl here for you.”
The yellow-haired old man said with a smile.
He pushed the door open and a woman in a green dress walked in.
She was only about thirteen or fourteen years old, and her figure was thin. The wide dress on her body did not seem to fit her well, but it still could not hide her outstanding appearance.
Faint lips, long eyelashes, snow-white skin…
Clear water produces hibiscus, natural to remove carving decoration.
For a moment, Wang Ying could only think of this poem.
F * ck!
Wang Ying looked at Old Yellow in disbelief.
What was going on?
You just went out to pick up a little beauty and brought her back?
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