I warmed his cold blood

Yusha wrapped the blanket tightly around her body, exposing her flushed shoulders.

She was still in shock and hadn't calmed down from the pleasure, her chest heaved shortly, she lay on the pillow with a disgusted face, and gave Gattuso a resentful look, without embarrassment at all; Slanted chaste martyrs.

The three clients hurriedly put on their clothes and were detained by the accompanying people as witnesses.

Gattuso took out a roster from his arms, flipped it with his thumb, "Your alias is Julia, and you have been registered in this brothel for two years. You don't come home all day and night, does your husband Didn't Dahome ever ask?"

Yusha's brows were red, and she also narrowed her eyes at this moment; she exhaled from her nostrils, sneered twice, and said lazily: "He's like an old goat that can't get hard, I never slept with him in the same bed. How could he be willing to touch my unclean body with his clean hands like a virgin?!"

Helen took a breath and stood stiffly, feeling a chill.

Gattuso was very calm, "Your father is a powerful elder. If he knew that his daughter was working as a prostitute, I think his face would be damaged. His dignity was completely destroyed by you."

"Oh Gattuso, this obviously has nothing to do with you! Your hatred comes from Daho, and has nothing to do with me!" Yusha thumped the bed.

"So I don't want to interfere with you," Gattuso said. "For a prostitute, the bed is the most important thing. It doesn't matter where the bed is."

Yusha gritted her teeth, and randomly pulled at her curly blond hair.Her sharp eyes were like flaming arrows, and her flushed face showed an ugly expression.She took a few heavy breaths, picked up the small fan beside the bed and fanned it quickly, and then gradually calmed down.

"If you want to report me, you can." She pointed to the man next to her, "Let me entertain these three guests first, they are innocent. You know, the chances of me meeting the Romans will decrease in the future! "

Gattuso snorted lightly, and led his entourage out of the tent.

Helen closed the cotton curtain tightly, shielding the unbearable sounds inside.

"What a slut!" he said. "She's the god's worst punishment for Daho."

"My eyeliner told me that she is characterized by entertaining multiple men at the same time." Gattuso shook the register in his hand, "Dahou must know the fact of her prostitution, he just refrained from talking about it. He caught It's time for me to settle the matter with Seneca!"

Helen thought for a while, "You want to force them to divorce? Make Daho lose his trust?"

Gattuso patted his face with a playful expression.His arms were folded in front of his chest, his body leaned back slightly, and there was a little helplessness in his teasing, as if he was angry at him for not fighting.

"Did you realize it now? My stupid cousin?" He said with a smile, "I thought that when I became a tribune, your glass-clear heart should have been painted with shrewd stains. "

"Scheming makes people tired, doesn't it?" Herron said, "You once told me that those who lead the way for the devil will eventually be led by the devil. Performance is more important than anything else."

"But since stepping into the muddy waters of politics, being alone is rarer than the jewel in the crown." Gattuso smiled, "I am very much looking forward to seeing the day when your heart will be polluted by this muddy water."

Herren paused and made no reply.This is undoubtedly a bad advice.

"I used to be as simple as you." Gattuso continued, his tone full of exhaustion, "But the Senate is like a dyeing vat with black magic, and politicians who enter will become dark-minded. people, including Daho, including me."

Heron fell silent.He frowned, his eyes were calm, and his whole body was in a state of thinking.After a long time, he opened his mouth again: "I suddenly discovered that I don't seem to be suitable for disturbing the muddy waters of politics."

……

Within a few days, Gattuso submitted physical and witness evidence to the court.

The fact that Yusa was engaged in prostitution as a nobleman spread throughout the upper class of Rome.

The nobles had heard about her debauchery for a long time, but these unconfirmed messages were like mirrors, not convincing.And now, she's the laughing stock of high society.Many strict parents take her as an example to educate their daughters not to be a estrous female beast like Yusha, but to be as wise and chaste as the goddess Minerva.

Her father was a face-saving man who attached great importance to family honor.Unbearable to bear the insult brought by his daughter, he ordered her to divorce Daho and expelled her from Rome.

From then on, Yusha could only live in the province and could not set foot in Rome.

But she doesn't care.

She is rich and aristocratic, and even in a relatively poor and backward province, she can enjoy herself.As Gattuso said, she just changed the bed of prostitution.

And it was Daho who was ridiculed even more than her.A husband who condoned his wife's prostitution was questioned as crazy or physically handicapped.

But he lost more than that.

Daho is at odds with Slan and has been relying on his father-in-law for a long time.

His marriage with Yusha broke down and he lost his biggest backer.

Soon, he was framed for "improper trial", lost his position as a judge, and became a vacant veteran without any official title.He used evil means to seek political interests, and was eventually dealt with by his political opponents with the same shady means.

……

It had been raining for days and Rome was wet and muddy.With the spring rain, the dry trees burst out with bright green sprouts; insects thrive in the soil, and the hibernating snakes gradually wake up.The filth of the street stained women's skirts and men's robes, and the usually dry flying dust mixed in the rainwater and accumulated on the aisles.

This is the time of life and the time of the messiest.

Herron's job became more and more busy, and he received many complaining letters.The beginning of the new year has added a lot of burdens to him, and the beginning of everything is a sign of exhaustion.

As tribune he was dealt with the most trivial and practical matters.The theories learned from history and philosophy are ineffective in real situations, and even so weak that they are vulnerable to a single blow.The disposal of discarded clay pots, the discharge of olive oil, and the sweeping of dust on the streets, these have nothing to do with the teachings of Greek sages and the famous sayings of politicians that have been passed down through the ages, but they are closest to the lives of ordinary people.

The Romans produced a lot of sewage and garbage every day.These abandoned things need to be discharged into the Tiber River through the sewer.

The importance of sewers can be seen.

Because the drains are too thin, the river rises when it rains, and instead flows backwards into the drains.As a result, the sewage, carrying miasma, and the garbage that choked people's noses, flowed into the streets.

People complained about it and dared not go out again.The open catering shops had to be closed, as long as the oil mills and grain mills were still barely open.Poor drainage affected the operation of the bathing place. The thick black sewage poured in flowed into the bathing pool, and the stench was suffocating for a while, scaring all the bathers into panic.

The city of Rome seemed to be blocked by this endless rain, firmly imprisoned in this damp cage, fell into a dead silence, and lost its former vitality.

Herron decides to build a new sewer.

First of all, it is necessary to determine an address with the greatest benefit.

For this reason, he traveled for many days, inspected everywhere, and studied possible locations.He had submitted several site selections to the Senate, asking those seemingly experienced white-robed guys to make a decision.But in fact, the cunning elders did not dare to take responsibility, so they pushed back this decision.

After returning home, Helen lay on the bed exhausted, his limbs were limp and limp, and there were still a few wild gray stains on his face and hair.

The slaves lit incense, took off his official robes and washed them, wiped his hands and feet, and put a red silk scarf dipped in mint water on his forehead.

When they finished their work, they hurried away, leaving Lucas alone with his master.

They were tacit about Lucas' close relationship with his master.This is not uncommon in the promiscuous and chaotic environment of Rome.

"God! Aristotle figured out the soul of man, and Caesar led his cavalry to conquer the whole of Gaul. They didn't say where to build a sewer, so that the damn sewage and garbage will disappear!"

Holding the silk scarf, he closed his eyes and said.

Lucas wiped his face with a damp cloth and cupped his ankles.As expected, blisters formed on Helen's feet.

"The feet that have been wrapped in silk since birth really can't fit the hard rain boots." He picked up a silver needle, "Your feet are much weaker than your heart that wants to benefit the people."

Herun's legs were bare, and he stretched them out generously, "The fellows in the Senate, they used all their intelligence to please the emperor and intrigue. Shirking responsibility is their specialty, and they wait until their colleagues are unlucky." Just watch the jokes."

Lucas carefully popped the blister, "Didn't you ask Mr. Claudius for advice? He will give you the most faithful advice."

"Gattuso has never dealt with sewer affairs, and his experience in this area is not as rich as mine." Heron sighed softly, "He is better at messing around with the Senate, playing tricks like the white-haired monkey he said, Instead of doing these troublesome things that really benefit the people."

Lucas poured the medicine powder on him, thought for a while and said, "You still have my lover who came from a poor background, I think I have a little practical say in this matter..."

Helen sat up, grabbed his shoulders, and said with great interest: "Tell me, my baby!"

Lucas smiled, "I think...the sewer can be located near the swamp."

"Swamp?!" Herren wondered, "I've never seen such a place before."

"It's a place full of miasma and malaria, and only poor people who can't afford ventilated houses live there. When I was a child, I almost fell into it and drowned because I wanted to catch a sparrow and roast it." Lucas explain.

"I've only heard of the swamp in nursery rhymes, and it's mostly a witch's dwelling."

"So, the sewer should be set up there to connect it to the river." Lucas said, "When the river floods, the swamp will become a lake, and then the lake water will be introduced into the Tiber River. In this way, the swamp The poisonous gas can be weakened, and the cursed wetland can also become a place that benefits people..."

Heron was stunned.He stared at Lucas silently, his lips were pursed and raised slightly, his black eyes were covered with a warm halo, like the light reflected by black agate stone, it also became quiet and deep.

He leaned closer, put his head on Lucas's shoulder, his eyelashes fluttered, hugged him and said, "Lucas, without you, I am nothing."

"Oh, don't say that!" Lucas smiled, "I just suffered a little more than you. Suffering gives people wisdom in a fierce way, but you just live too smoothly. I am willing to pay for you to bear wisdom All the price, you just have to sit back and enjoy the achievement."

Helen shook his head, sighed, and closed his eyes gently, "Not only that, Lucas...you have saved me countless times, it's not just a sewer."

He paused, "Sometimes I really feel that you are my master."

The author has something to say:

It is time-consuming to search for information, and it is even later.

For the knowledge about sewers in this chapter, I read an academic paper "The Construction of Sewers in Ancient Rome and Their Effects on Urban Development"

I will give Heron the ending that best suits his character and make him happy forever.