Traveling to another world and becoming a local owner

"Oh? What about you before?" Zhang Ling smiled and asked curiously.

"I used to follow the aunts in the building, doing laundry, cooking and other things." Liu Yan lowered her head shyly and answered in a mosquito-like voice.

"Okay!" Zhang Ling understood that the girl was probably disliked by the madam because she was too thin. After all, in this era, people would like fatter girls.

"I don't know when the trend of the Great Yi Dynasty can be changed. The aesthetic is simply outrageous." Zhang Ling secretly complained in his heart.

"Young master, let me pour you a glass of wine." Seeing that Zhang Ling remained silent, Liu'er quickly picked up the wine cup and said.

Zhang Ling did not refuse. After she poured the wine, he just drank it and then suddenly spat it out.

Liu Yan was puzzled, and following his gaze, she saw Liu Jie, who was sitting across the table, with two women sitting on his lap, one on each side.

Can you imagine a fat man weighing about 200 kilograms holding two fat girls weighing 150 to 160 kilograms? Zhang Ling couldn't bear to look at it, and his heart collapsed, as if 10,000 alpacas were galloping past...

"What's wrong, Lingzi?" Liu Jie asked with concern, having no idea what was going on.

"Ahem...can you guys please stop hugging and kissing each other in front of me? It's really an eyesore!" Zhang Ling was almost choked, but he didn't dare to say it directly. He felt very upset.

Liu Jie looked depressed, and reluctantly let the two women get up from his legs.

Seeing this, Zhang Ling turned his body to the side to avoid appreciating the "creepy" painting style. He chatted with Liu Yan for a while and learned that this woman was also a miserable person, and he felt a little sorry for her.

This is the way the world is. There are too many poor people, and he can't take care of them all. The rich and powerful are rampant, and the poor people are worried about food and clothing. This is the norm and a fact that is difficult to change.

More than two hours passed like this, and Zhang Ling felt that he was a little drunk. Suddenly, there was a burst of cheers in Xianglanfang.

All the scholars, businessmen and wealthy people present stood up and looked towards the stage on the second floor.

"Xiao Ling, Miss Yu'er is here!" Liu Jie's eyes lit up. He quickly left the two women beside him, walked forward a few steps, and stood on tiptoe to watch in the crowd.

Since they arrived earlier, they were at the front of the hall. Zhang Ling looked over and happened to see a plump woman with her face covered, holding a pipa in her arms. Following two maids, she walked to the railing and bowed to the guests in the hall.

"Oh, I wonder if Miss Yu'er will like me. This figure must be as beautiful as a fairy!" Liu Jie said to himself excitedly.

Zhang Ling glanced at her with some disdain, thinking to himself, "I've seen all kinds of beauties. How beautiful can she be?"

Miss Yu'er seemed to be accustomed to it. She said nothing, sat on the round stool brought by the maid and began to sing.

"The west wind is cold, and the fallen leaves are all over the window. I am lost in thought about the past, and stand alone in the setting sun. I have been enjoying the fragrance of tea all day long, and I only miss my lover in my dreams. The wind and snow are happy to destroy me, and the jade insects are chirping in the spring cold. The red curtain is lightly opened, and I lean against the railing without a clue, waiting for you to come back every day. The west wind accompanies the muddy wine, and I am shy and don't know sorrow... My black hair is gentle, dyed into the blue sky, and my white hair is white in the sunset, when will it be sent to my heart..."

After the song was finished, the whole audience burst into applause.

Yu'er casually glanced at the people downstairs, feeling very satisfied. But when she saw Zhang Ling sitting alone drinking in the crowd, she couldn't help but frown. She was always proud and arrogant, so she couldn't stand it, and immediately whispered a few words to the maid beside her.

"Please be quiet for a moment!" Upon hearing this, the maid immediately shouted loudly downstairs.

"Huh? What's wrong?"

"I don't know. Who made Miss Yu'er unhappy?"

Many guests downstairs were confused, and even the girls in the brothel looked at each other in bewilderment.

Yu Er stood up, walked to the railing, and shouted to Zhang Ling, "Sir, do you think my singing is not good?"

Upon hearing this, everyone followed her gaze and looked in the direction of Zhang Ling.

Liu Jie was confused by this sudden situation, thinking that he was being asked, and quickly replied: "Well, you sang very well!"

"I haven't asked you yet, but may I ask the young man next to you, is there anything wrong with Yu'er's singing? Or do you not like the song I sing?" As soon as these words came out, the whole audience was in an uproar. Everyone looked at Zhang Ling, and some even threatened to kick him out.

Zhang Ling frowned, put down the wine in his glass and asked doubtfully: "Are you asking me?"

"That's right!" Yu'er raised her head, a little displeased.

"I don't think there's anything wrong with it, I just don't like these sad lyrics and music! Although the words are gorgeous, it's hard to resonate with them." Zhang Ling said casually without thinking much about it.

"Where did this brat come from?"

"Yes, this is making trouble!"

"Hurry up and chase him out, don't disturb Miss Yu'er from singing..."

Everyone was filled with righteous indignation. If they were not concerned about their status, they would have wanted to rush forward and beat Zhang Ling up.

Yu'er ignored the guests' words and asked with a faint smile, "Oh? Then, sir, what kind of lyrics and music do you think can resonate with people?"

"That's a lot!" Zhang Ling glanced at her and smiled.

"Then please trouble you to sing a song for me. I'm all ears." Upon hearing this, Yu'er burst into laughter and said indignantly.

"Yeah! If you have the guts, sing a song. Why are you pretending to be so high and mighty?"

"That's right, he's just a clown trying to attract attention."

"It's ridiculous..."

The people in the audience shouted and cursed, their words full of disdain.

Zhang Ling drank some wine and immediately agreed. He suppressed his anger and decided to give these people a good slap in the face.

After thinking for a moment, he sang the adapted version of "Dancing Girl":

"How many people have gone through joys and sorrows for the sake of life~

How many people shed blood and tears for life~

Who can I tell my sorrow to...?”

Although it was a cappella singing, Zhang Ling had a great voice and a loud sound, which immediately brought silence to the surroundings. The guests who were playing in the distance stopped what they were doing and looked over at him.

"Ah~

Who can understand the sorrow of the poor?

Even if you shed tears secretly, you must smile to others. "

As soon as these two sentences came out, the people in the audience were shocked. All the women in the brothel were suddenly filled with grief and tears instantly burst out of their eyes.

"Ah~

Come, come, come, drink, I hope I can stay drunk forever~

No matter who they are~

Life~~is a dream!!!"

After the song was over, the whole room fell silent. I don't know which woman started crying first, but soon after that, sobs could be heard one after another in the hall downstairs. Even the madam who rushed over secretly wiped away her tears.