Transmigrated into a Prosperous Farm Wife, Pampered, Beautiful, Strong, and Tragic Prime Minister

it's dark.

A three-story pavilion was covered with red lanterns fluttering in the wind.

This is the time when brothels and brothels open their doors to customers and do business.

The doorkeeper was dressed in flamboyant clothes, with makeup even more glamorous than during the day, and she spoke sternly to the rows of girls in front of her.

"These next few days, you'd better work your ass off and hook up all the customers. It would be best if that Chunfeng Pavilion went out of business and went bankrupt. I'll give each of you a bonus of ten taels of silver. Of course, it won't be just ten taels. Whoever has the most customers will get the most silver!"

"Once the provincial examination is over, all those scholars will come. If any of them have one or two lovers who don't charge money, I can turn a blind eye!"

Every year after the provincial examinations, a large number of scholars would visit brothels.

Scholars are usually well-educated and have a good appearance.

Girls love to dress up, and occasionally they'll have a one-night stand with someone they fancy.

For those who are short of money and cannot afford to pay, as long as both parties are willing, the doorman will turn a blind eye.

First and foremost, I strongly oppose girls being so desperate for love that they'd die for a man.

On the first day of their jobs, the door-guarding mothers all received intensive training.

The central idea is simple: once you enter this brothel, you're a prostitute. Don't even think about living a clean and honest life. Instead, make more money, eat and drink well, and laugh at life.

Hearing that the gatekeeper was going to destroy Chunfeng Tower, the girl in yellow at the head of the group curled her lip.

“Mama, I heard that Chunfeng Pavilion spent a lot of money to buy two top courtesans from Jiangnan. They are so tender that they would burst with juice if you pinched them. We don’t have any new girls here, and our top courtesan, Peony, has already been booked. How can we compete with them?”

Madam Men scoffed, flicking her handkerchief. "Pshaw, wildflowers and weeds can be called the queen of flowers? They've probably never seen what a queen of flowers looks like. After the provincial examination, the queen of the Inviting Moon Pavilion will be the most beautiful woman in the entire area..."

"Oh no, Mom!"

The ghost came running over, panting.

"Slow down, I'm perfectly fine! You all go and greet the guests!"

The doorkeeper told the girls to go downstairs and deal with the men first.

"Our cash cow is dead!"

The ghost looked terrified.

"What? Dead?! How is that possible?!"

As soon as the mother finished speaking, she ran to the backyard without caring about anything else.

He ran all the way to the attic in the backyard, pushed open the door, and saw a man in white lying silently on the bed.

His face was covered with dense bumps that looked like toad skin, making him extremely disgusting.

The woman immediately gagged twice. Usually quick-witted, she was now trembling and unable to speak properly.

"This...this...when did this happen?"

The old man rubbed the goosebumps on his arms. "I just found him. This person hasn't moved at all today. I was afraid something might have happened to him, so I opened the door from the outside and went in. He was lying face down. I almost died of fright when I turned him over!"

"The window is open; Xiaoqing, who takes care of him, has probably run away!"

"Auntie, do you think... this isn't some kind of plague?"

The ghost felt that since he had touched this person, he must have been infected.

Finished!

The doorkeeper slapped him across the face, "Plague my foot! Sew your mouth shut with a needle! If you dare to utter a single word, none of us will survive!"

"Hurry up, find a few people who have signed death contracts and bury him under cover of darkness, making sure no one sees it! Also, burn his belongings while you're at it!"

The ghost god left quickly.

The mother clutched her chest, unable to breathe.

Her 100,000 taels of gold!

……

……

"Old man, is this the shortcut you were talking about that will get me home before dark?"

Lin Shuyun drove the donkey cart out of town in the dark.

There's no moon tonight, the streets are pitch black, and you can hear a dog barking every now and then.

Old Xu felt guilty. "Ah... wasn't it because I was delayed in saving someone?"

They had just gotten their medicine from Doctor Yang, which only took fifteen minutes, but it was already dark when they got to town.

Lin Shuyun originally planned to give the woman some water and leave, but the woman grabbed her skirt and refused to let go.

The dress was newly made, and Lin Shuyun was reluctant to tear it, so she had no choice but to carry the woman onto the donkey cart.

I definitely didn't save her because I felt sorry for her.

The woman wouldn't let go the whole way; it was Old Xu who went down to get the medicine earlier.

"Do you know medical skills?"

Jiang Changtian shifted his position, moving further away from the woman, and simply sat down next to Lin Shuyun.

On the small donkey cart, there were also coal balls and little cat and dog kennels.

Now that there was a woman present, Jiang Changtian, thinking that men and women should not be too close, simply sat down with Lin Shuyun.

Before dark, the old man drove the cart; after dark, when his eyesight deteriorated, Lin Shuyun took over.

Luckily, the top garment was a cardigan, and since there was no one on the street at night, Lin Shuyun simply took it off, since there were still two layers underneath anyway.

Lin Shuyun remained expressionless. "No, the old man does. He told me."

Old Xu: Yes, yes, I can.

Jiang Changtian didn't ask any more questions, and held his crutch in his arms, looking at the road home.

Since it was so late, they didn't go to the Lin family's house and decided to go back to their own courtyard first.

The village was quiet when they arrived, and the old man got out of the car to open the door.

Lin Shuyun casually tugged at her clothes again, and the woman let go.

Lin Shuyun: ...

She only let go when they were right at her doorstep. They had no grudge against each other; she couldn't just throw the person back into the mountains to be eaten by wolves.

They had no choice but to bring the person inside and put them on the bed.

Old Xu went to tie up the donkey cart, and Lin Shuyun went to the kitchen to brew medicine.

Jiang Changtian followed him in. "You've been traveling all day. I'll take care of it. You go to sleep."

Lin Shuyun looked up at him and smiled, "My husband is so good to me. It will be quick. Go inside and wait for me. I'll be right there."

Jiang Changtian's ears turned red when he heard the words "wait for me," and he inexplicably hummed in agreement.

Seeing that he had left, Lin Shuyun boiled the medicine and used her supernatural ability to extract the medicinal juice.

The cooking process is too slow; she still needs to sleep with her husband.

Lin Shuyun entered the room carrying the medicine bowl and casually said, "Time to take your medicine."

Then the unconscious woman opened her eyes.

This made her wonder if she had been faking it all along.

"What's your name?"

Lin Shuyun walked over and asked.

Although the woman's face was covered with red bumps, her phoenix eyes were very bright. She looked at Lin Shuyun for a long time and then shook her head.

What does shaking your head mean? Does it mean you don't know your own name?

Could it be that he has amnesia?

"I saved you, drink your medicine." Lin Shuyun handed over the bowl of medicine.

The woman raised her hand slightly but then lowered it weakly.

Seeing this, Lin Shuyun simply helped her up, then shoved the contents into her mouth and poured it down her throat.

The woman with medicine splattered all over her mouth and neck: ...

"Do you remember now? What's your name? Where are you from? Did your husband inflict these injuries on you? Should I report it to the authorities for you?"

The woman shook her head and then pointed to her mouth.

Lin Shuyun: ...

Is this woman mute?