Traveling through time and space to become a child, supporting the family by catching fish and shrim

Just when Chen Lang was feeling a little annoyed and wanted to order them to leave, Feng Chaoying, who was reminiscing about the past alone, also came to the gate of the courtyard.

Seeing a strange young man and woman standing at the door, he couldn't help but ask curiously: "Erlang, are they your friends?"

Chen Lang shook his head and said, "No, mother, they are just passing by."

Feng Chaoying said calmly, "Meeting is destiny. Please invite them to sit inside."

Chen Lang nodded and said to Ding Zhen and the others, "If you two don't mind, please come in and have a cup of tea."

Ding Zhen said, "We're just here to take a look. There's no need for tea. Brother Liang, we..."

"Okay." Miss Liang came back to her senses and smiled gently, "Thank you for bothering me."

Feng Chaoying glanced at Miss Liang and said, "My dear Sir, your words are too kind. It's just a cup of tea. It's not a bother at all."

After saying that, he turned around and went back to the yard.

After they sat down, Ning Qi served them tea and went back to the kitchen to prepare dinner with her brother.

After saying a few polite words, Feng Chaoying fell into deep thought again and stopped talking.

Seeing this, Chen Lang had no choice but to take the initiative to chat with Ding Zhen to resolve the current awkwardness.

Fortunately, as a licker, Ding Zhen wanted to show himself in front of the goddess anytime and anywhere. After Chen Lang started talking, he immediately took over the conversation and began to describe everything in the capital in vivid detail.

The reason why he mentioned the capital was actually because he had the intention of "suppressing" Chen Lang. It was like a young man who came back from working in a big city. When he faced a fellow young man from the same village who worked in the local county town and a village beauty who had rarely traveled far, he would involuntarily tell them everything about the big city.

Arming yourself with the prosperity of a big city is a very low-end method, but the yellow-haired people don’t think so. They think that the more prosperous the big city is portrayed, the more high-end they will appear.

Ding Zhen is now similar to Huangmao. He thinks that the more prosperous he describes the capital, the more he can hit Chen Lang.

As for why they wanted to attack Chen Lang, the reason was very simple, because he talked to his goddess.

Any man who talks to the goddess, as long as he is not much stronger than herself, must be attacked.

Chen Lang had no feelings about Ding Zhen's performance, because the tricks he used were too low-level. Instead, it was Miss Liang's reaction that made Chen Lang very interested.

Most of the time, Miss Liang gave Chen Lang a feeling of being in a trance, but whenever Ding Zhen asked for her opinion, she would immediately pick up the conversation and agree with him with meaningful words. She didn't flatter him, but she also didn't deliberately belittle him.

To put it bluntly, Miss Liang is trying to smooth things over.

But it takes skill to be able to smooth things over. Many people try to smooth things over, but in the end they offend both sides.

It is a very profound art to be able to avoid offending both parties in the conversation and at the same time get yourself out of trouble.

In ancient times, most women never left the house. When they did go out occasionally, their reactions to things were similar to that of Xiaolongnu who came out of the ancient tomb to look for Yang Guo. They knew nothing.

Miss Liang's ability to dance with ease must have been acquired through long-term training.

But then again, what families in the world teach their daughters is nothing more than music, chess, calligraphy, painting and needlework, or "dross" like female precepts and the three obediences and four virtues. In the eyes of most people, women who are good at dancing with long sleeves are not good men.

Among the women Chen Lang knows, three have this ability.

Xu Mengru, Xie Qinghuan, and Pang Qiuyan.

Xu Mengru has passively developed the habit of being good at socializing because of her long-term business dealings, but if you really think about it, being good at socializing is not so easy for Xu Mengru.

Xie Qinghuan also knows this, but she does it more for self-protection, and because she thinks she is superior, she is a little clumsy when she actually does it.

The one who is most proficient in this is Pang Qiuyan. During the courtesan competition, Pang Qiuyan could dance among many young men without getting hurt. Her skills were quite amazing.

But the Miss Liang in front of him was obviously of a higher rank than Pang Qiuyan.

It seems that the two of them are most likely from the same school.

After chatting for about half an hour, Miss Liang ended her "journey down memory lane" and stood up to say goodbye.

Ding Zhen didn't want to stay any longer. As soon as Miss Liang showed the slightest intention of leaving, he walked out impatiently.

Chen Lang sent the two of them out the door and watched them go away.

After returning to the courtyard, Feng Chaoying said, "That girl must be a prostitute."

Chen Lang said, "Mom, did you figure it out?"

Feng Chaoying smiled and said, "Your mother is old, but she's not stupid. Although the girl is wearing men's clothes, she's not wearing a chest binder."

"The so-called men dressing up as women is nothing more than a brothel hobby."

Chen Lang sat next to Feng Chaoying and asked curiously, "Mom, I'm not talking about her gender, but her occupation."

"How do you know she's from a brothel?"

Feng Chaoying said, "An ordinary lady from a wealthy family wouldn't have such keen insight. While you were chatting with that man, Miss Liang seemed distracted, but in fact she was listening to your conversation the entire time. That's why she could answer every question the man asked without missing a beat."

"This skill is most proficient among prostitutes. After all, they spend most of their time wandering between several men. This girl is so beautiful, her patrons must be high-ranking officials and nobles. In the process of serving these people, this skill will naturally be continuously strengthened."

Chen Lang said: "Mom, you are so amazing."

Feng Chaoying asked, "But why would a prostitute and her patron come here?"

Chen Lang said, "Mom, that girl said that she had received favors from our family."

Feng Chaoying said, "Nonsense! Mother, judging from her age, she's only in her early twenties at most. Our family fell into poverty over twenty years ago. How could we show her any favor?"

Chen Lang thought for a moment and said, "Could it be her family?"

Feng Chaoying shook his head. "That girl speaks with a standard Beijing accent. As I said earlier, she's very good at reading people's expressions. If her ancestors really did receive favors from our family, then when she returned here, she would definitely speak in her hometown accent. That way, she would be more approachable and authentic."

"But her accent was very consistent throughout, indicating that she has lived in the capital for most of her life. Your father and I haven't been to the capital very often, and whenever we've been there, we've been very respectful and cautious, rarely even leaving the official residence. Naturally, there's no question of doing anyone a favor."

Chen Lang pinched his chin and said, "That's very strange. Could it be that she was sent by the emperor? To check on our family's situation?"

Feng Chaoying said, "You're getting more and more perverted. Even if the emperor used her as a spy, she wouldn't keep a rich, talkative young man around. If she lets it slip, she'll be guilty of deceiving the emperor."

Chen Lang recalled Ding Zhen's behavior and nodded solemnly: "Mom is right!"