Records of the Cattle and Horses of Chang'an

"Hey hey!"

Cong Jinghai pushed hard with his heels and hit the wall with a bang. He wanted to come to Pingkangfang to have a drink and watch the beauties dance, just to experience the world, but he really didn't have the courage to do some chromosome cooperation project.

His wife is not a virtuous person!

Of course, the most important thing is that he keeps himself clean!

"You, what kind of incense did you light?" He found a lame excuse to change the subject: "It's making me want to vomit, open the window quickly!"

The prostitute paused in her swaying steps, and her bright eyes, filled with amorous glances, paused for a moment: "Yes, my lord."

I don't know where this farm slave came from, he has no knowledge or interest at all. If it were someone else, they would have pounced on him impatiently.

She extinguished the incense burner with some resentment, then twisted her waist to open the window.

"You're just lighting this stinking incense to fool people?"

The air began to circulate, and Jinghai's flushed face slowly cooled down. He began to enter the task state, pretending to be uncomfortable and raising his hand to fan his nose.

The prostitute choked and rolled her eyes, pouting and cursing silently before turning around and smiling again, "My dear, what are you talking about? Jinfenmeng is the most famous restaurant in Pingkangfang. We use this specially prepared Spring Night Hundred Charms to entertain our guests. Others don't even have a place to buy it!"

When she mentioned this fragrance, she inadvertently brought out some pride and heartache.

Cong Jinghai did not come from any aristocratic family and had no habit of burning incense. His wife usually used elegant floral and fruity scents.

"So, this broken incense is really valuable, isn't it?" He pointed at her, saying, "Don't try to fool me." "Just sit there first. Don't come over here. You smell that all over you. Let it go first."

The female corpse today also has this smell, but the smell is much weaker.

No matter how good the prostitute's professional qualities were, she couldn't help herself at this moment. She drifted away, tossed her handkerchief, and sat on the stool, pouting: "My dear, I guess you don't dream of gold powder very often, do you?"

"What?" Cong Jinghai felt relieved when he realized his innocence was temporarily preserved. His acting skills also improved. He imitated the dandy boy and said defiantly, "Do you look down on me?"

He seemed extremely angry as he spoke, and made a move to leave. "What a gilded dream! I came here with silver and money, and you still look down on me. And this lousy incense is giving me a headache! I'm going to go talk to your mother!"

The prostitutes were frightened out of their wits. They were so talented and skilled because they had been trained since childhood. They had been beaten so many times that it didn't leave any scars. Only then did they develop such skills. When she thought of the methods of the mothers in the building, she felt a chill all over her body.

If this unsympathetic peasant reported her to her mother, she would be in trouble.

She immediately crawled over and hugged Cong Jinghai's legs, begging desperately: "My dear, you have misunderstood me. Who am I? How dare I look down on others? That Chunxiao Baimei was specially found by my mother for us to use. It is lit in the room and has some aphrodisiac effect."

"Hmph." Cong Jinghai kicked the man away with satisfaction, then leisurely returned to the bedside and sat down, looking at him with his chin raised and his nose. "It's just a fragrance. No matter how much you talk about it, in this Chang'an City, not only in the various districts, but also in the East and West Markets, is it possible that this thing cannot be bought?!"

He used the method of provoking the other party and waited nervously from Jinghai for the other party to take the bait.

"My dear, there is something you don't know."

The prostitute felt relieved when she saw the scoundrel sitting back down. She gently stroked her exposed, snow-white chest and explained, "Ordinary Spring Night Hundred Charms can be bought in both the East and West Markets. They're just a little more expensive than ordinary spices. But Jinfenmeng's Spring Night Hundred Charms, while having the same name, is more than ten times more effective."

After tossing and turning for a while, the heat on Jinghai's body cooled down a little. He thought calmly that he had just stepped into the house a little bit and he felt something was wrong with his body, which meant that this thing was indeed powerful.

"Your mother can buy something that you can't buy in both the East and West Markets? Your mother is quite capable."

When it came to the brothel owner's mother, the prostitute kept her mouth shut and refused to say anything more, saying only, "How could this slave know about my mother's affairs?"

It’s not a good idea to continue asking from Jinghai, after all, there are still things I want to know later!

"Hey, how old are you this year?" He asked in a roundabout way.

"I am eighteen years old this year." Seeing that he did not continue to ask questions, the prostitute stood up and sat back on the stool. She was afraid that if she went closer, she would offend him. Anyway, he was already here, and whether he slept with her or not, he had to pay!

Once people calm down, they tend to speak more casually.

"If people like you are not redeemed, what will be your future when you get older?" Cong Jinghai saw the seductive look on her face and started chatting with her.

The prostitute sighed, "My dear, in Pingkangfang, people get beaten every day. If the beating is severe, they will die after a while. If no one is willing to redeem them, it means they have bad luck. If they can live to a ripe old age and have no customers, the lucky ones can stay in the building and do some work, and still have a place to stay. The unlucky ones will be kicked out and left to fend for themselves."

Cong Jinghai was delighted: "Oh? A place like Jinfenmeng doesn't care whether you live or die?"

"That's not the case," the prostitute said sadly. "Golden Dream's reputation is great, and the sisters earn more than others. But those who can survive to that point usually redeem themselves."

Hearing this, Zong Jinghai remained calm and composed, still looking like a dandy: "Why, according to you, there are still people who don't redeem themselves?"

"Yes!" The courtesan became interested in talking about insignificant gossip. "There is such a person in our building. Her name is Jin Shiniang. She has always been here, but she doesn't accept customers anymore. She paid money to her mother and lives in the backyard with her daughter. She doesn't interact with us much every day."

"daughter?!"

When I first heard about Jinghai, I thought I had found the person, but when I heard that there was a daughter, I was disappointed again.

He casually said, "Even if I have saved enough money, I will leave this place and live a good life with my daughter. If I stay here... I won't be afraid that she will learn bad things..."

"Who says she isn't? My mother also tried to persuade her to leave, but she refused. It took a lot of effort to finally become a free person..."

Dali Temple

Lu Xingzhou, who successfully got off work but was dragged out of bed to work overtime, was as resentful as May 1st's wife. He once again secretly vowed to save money to buy a house as soon as possible!

At worst, I can go to the temple and borrow some money from the head monk. Four cents is easier said than doing overtime in the staff dormitory at any time!

He was thinking about where to buy a house that would reduce his commuting time without being pulled back to work overtime, but his hands were flipping rapidly.

The market demand was huge, and there were many registered prostitutes in Pingkangfang. Cui Bianxu also asked him to find prostitutes over 35 years old.

It took a lot of time just to find these things, and Cui Shaoqing was simply asking too much.

Lu Xingzhou yawned and drank a glass of refreshing herbal juice. His face was wrinkled with bitterness, and he kept sticking out his tongue, muttering to himself, "Waking someone up and not even thinking of giving them a midnight snack? How heartless!"

Cui Bianxu had just come out of the morgue and walked to the door when he heard this. He was already dizzy from the smoke, and his face turned even darker. He swallowed his anger and waved to a yamen runner, "Go to the kitchen and get something to fill Master Lu's stomach."

Plug his mouth while you're at it! He keeps mumbling, and there's no need to worry about missing anything!

snort!

Hearing the noise, Lu Xingzhou looked up and forced his eyes wide open. Seeing that it was Cui Bianxu, he stood up and saluted respectfully, a completely different person from when he was alone just now. "Master Cui, I haven't found him yet. I think we need to wait a little longer."

He actually wanted to say that it was impossible to find such a thing, but when it comes to work, if your boss asks you to do something, you have to show your attitude and see if you can do it well first.

Cui Bianxu also knew that it was a bit unreasonable to ask such a thing. What he was waiting for now were the four people from Jinghai who had not returned yet.