Chapter 25 A dog's life, a mere existence, it's all a life!
The terrace is the only entertainment place for the Qin people.
This is the only place where it is legal to drink freely, talk loudly, and have fun with women.
Standing outside the pavilion, you can't see that the pavilion is significantly different from other Qin houses.
They are all traditional blue-gray brick and wood mixed buildings inherited from the Qin Dynasty, without any sense of aesthetics.
There is nothing special except for the two characters "Lantai" written in large seal script on the outer door.
The outer door is open, and the Qin people passing by outside the door will have a trace of longing in their eyes when they glance at this place, whether they are men or women.
Even though most of them have never stepped across the threshold of the outer door of the balcony, or seen what kind of scenery is inside the closed inner door.
According to rumors, there is not only unlimited meat inside the inner door, but also wine that has never been circulated in the market.
The people of Qin fantasized that one day they could go in and have a good meal, talk and laugh.
Then they continued to move forward mechanically and numbly, doing what they should do.
Wine and meat are the most beautiful things that most Qin people can imagine and pursue.
As for women, they don't even have fantasies.
If you can't afford it, that's another price.
With the income of most Qin people, their ten years of savings are not enough to spend a night at Qin Tower.
Therefore, although the terrace is open to the public, how can ordinary people afford its high price?
This building is destined to be a gathering place for dignitaries.
Stepping into the balcony door, under the cold gazes of the two government guards at the door, you walked through a gravel road of more than ten meters to reach the inner door of the balcony.
At the inner door, there are also two government guards stationed here, one on the left and one on the right, each holding a sword.
These four guards all have military status and belong to the Xianyang City Defense Army.
There are government guards guarding it, which shows that the tower is a real official institution.
In a sense, the building of the tower is the same as the buildings of the Neishi Mansion, Tingwei Mansion, and Prime Minister's Mansion.
Two government guards outside the inner door will ask visitors to show assets sufficient for consumption in the building, which is a capital verification.
If you can't come up with enough money to spend in the balcony, then I'm sorry.
If you don't have money, why go for a walk on the balcony?
Do you know it’s illegal?
Imperial Palace, Great Wall, Imperial Mausoleum, choose one.
After the capital verification is passed, the guard will open the inner door and let the visitors in.
The moment the ordinary inner door, which looks the same as the outer door, is opened.
Laughter will burst out.
The aroma of wine and meat will spread for ten miles.
The beautiful posture will add a touch of gorgeous color to this monotonous, rigid and mechanical Xianyang City.
If a Qin person happened to pass by the door of the balcony and took a look inside, and this Qin person's eyesight was very good, he could see the scene inside the inner door.
It is no exaggeration to say that it will be a show off conversation with his wife and neighbors, it will be the most unforgettable experience in his monotonous life, and it will be something that he will not be able to forget within ten years.
Why do we need to add three here just right?
Because if it is not a coincidence but intentional, if you linger at the outer door of the balcony to see the shy beauty at the inner door of the balcony, or to smell the aroma of wine and meat, this will violate Qin's law.
Imperial Palace, Great Wall, Imperial Mausoleum, choose one.
Ordinary Qin people spend their entire lives doing nothing but farming and joining the army. They deal with wars in the loess every day. There is nothing new.
The shame of the settlement that happened to Ying Chengyu a few years ago is still a topic of discussion for most Qin people in their rare free time - it is better not to have children than to have children like the king's brother!
Therefore, being able to see the interior of the tower, which is very common in other countries, is a very rare thing in Qin.
In the eyes of the people of Qin, even a single glance at the interior of the building is a great conversation piece, but Ying Chengyu has long been tired of seeing it.
"How many years has it been? The Prime Minister's Mansion has been demolished and rebuilt twice, so why can't your building be renovated?"
Ying Chengyu held the two beauties in his arms and pointed at the mottled blue bricks on the ground with disgust.
"It's so tattered that it really affects my mood when I go out to play!"
The female steward standing in front of Ying Chengyu is in her twenties, about the same age as Ying Chengyu.
She smiles sweetly, expresses affection with her eyes, and has a special enthusiasm for Ying Chengyu.
As long as Ying Chengyang is in Xianyang, he will come to the balcony one day within three days to have fun. Half of the income of the balcony is given by Ying Chengyang, so there is no reason for the female steward to be careless.
In the Qin Kingdom, Ying Chengyu was a popular person only in the tower.
"Master, I also want to live in a better place, but this balcony is a government product, how can I talk about repairing it?"
First, he had to complain pitifully to Ying Chengxuan, and then the female steward ordered the servants to start.
"Didn't you see that Mr. Jun was angry when he saw these floor tiles? Why don't you take action?"
"promise."
The servant trotted away and found a hammer and wedge from nowhere. He came back and squatted in front of Ying Chengyu, intending to kill the floor tile that made Ying Chengyu unhappy.
The housekeeper was furious.
Which country does this new slave come from?
Why are you so stupid?
She kicked the slave over with a kick. This kick was merciless, and the slave flew a foot into the air before falling to the ground.
When he landed on the ground, the wedge in his hand cut his arm, leaving a three to four centimeter blood mark.
"Stupid! This floor tile is a public property! Why did you take it away? You don't want to live long!"
Judging from their faces and heights, the servants are all eleven or twelve years old. In modern times, this age is the time when people are careless around their parents.
But on the Qin Tower, the child servant endured the severe pain in his abdomen and blood was still flowing on his forearm. His face was pale and his eyes were frightened. He kowtowed and apologized to the female steward in non-standard Qin language.
"I know I'm wrong! I know I'm wrong!"
Lichen is a title for male slaves who are subordinate to the official government.
Female slaves who were subordinate to the official government were called concubines.
The two are combined into a concubine.
No matter in which era, slaves are a group of people with the lowest social status.
No, they can't even be called human beings. In the eyes of others, slaves are just goods and livestock.
The female steward ignored the blood on the servant's arm, with a stern look in her eyes.
"Zhao Ren?"
Every region has its own accent in every region, let alone two countries.
The servant's Qin dialect is not standard, a little weird, and has a strong Zhao sound in it.
The servant's body trembled, and he lay down on the ground like a quail with his eyes closed.
He was afraid of death, otherwise he would not be caught and taken to Qin as a minister, so he did not dare to answer - he was indeed from Zhao.
Qin and Zhao were feuding, hostile to each other and irreconcilable.
The conflict between the two sides originated from the Changping Battle that shocked the world. Bai Qi, Lord Wu'an of Qin, killed 400,000 Zhao surrender troops.
Killing prisoners is a taboo, let alone killing 400,000 prisoners.
This directly caused the Zhao people to hate the Qin people extremely, and the Qin people became hostile to the Zhao people after being hated for a long time.
The servant lowered his head. Although he did not see the stern look in the female steward's eyes, he knew from the voice that he admitted that he was from Zhao and that he would probably die today.
Silence itself is an answer.
"Take it down! Send it to Lishan!"
"Please have mercy, sir! Please have mercy, sir! I know my mistake!"
The servant couldn't help but beg for mercy. He was in the process of changing his voice, and his cry-like voice was a bit sharp.
Lishan Mountain is where the imperial mausoleum is located.
To be sent to Lishan is to make the servants a prisoner.
Such a child cannot survive more than three months as a prisoner.
The threat of death caused the servants' voices to drown out the sounds of drinking and music in the balcony, as well as the music of silk and bamboo music.
There were many guests in the balcony, and most of them heard it, but none of them turned their eyes here.
They have long been used to it.
The life and death of a concubine is insignificant.
In the Qin State, ministers and concubines died every day.
"Noise, noisy! I'm so annoyed! You won't let me play anymore!"
Ying Chengyu looked impatient.
"Master, please wait a moment and get out of here!"
The female steward kicked away the servant who couldn't help begging for mercy.
"Come here! Wipe up the dirty blood on the floor first! Then spread a piece of tiger skin here! Lord, you won't be able to see the floor tiles this way!"
The tower is a government building and cannot be dismantled at will according to personal preferences. That would violate Qin law.
What the housekeeper thought at first was to find a piece of tiger skin that Ying Chengyu liked and cover the mottled floor tiles instead of digging them out.
The pain from the servant's kick hadn't gone away, and he received another more brutal kick, which made him break into a cold sweat from the pain.
But the pain in his body was not as good as the sadness in his heart. His face was ashen and his heart was cold.
If he was sent to Lishan, he would be dead.
He lay on the ground, blood dripping from his arms, waiting for someone to drag him down.
Some people are alive, but they are already dead and waiting to die.
"The ground is so dirty! Who asked you to spread tiger skin on the ground?!"
Wow~
A bottle of wine that was so expensive that the people of Qin would never be able to drink it was thrown on the female steward's face by Ying Cheng.
The housekeeper had wine in her hair, face, and eyelashes. She was very embarrassed. She wiped the wine from her face.
"Master, don't be angry. How about spreading the bearskin?"
Wow~
Ying Chengyu didn't answer, and poured another glass of wine on the housekeeper. The housekeeper knew that Bearskin was no longer good.
"What about the deerskin? The deerskin is fine... Sir, please stop spilling it!"
Wine is very expensive. Although women can drink wine as stewards in this building, they cannot drink it often.
She held Ying Chengyu's hand with both hands, stretched out her tongue, and licked the wine on her lips.
This action, combined with that pretty face that had been doused with wine, was very tempting.
Then a pair of big eyes blinked at Ying Chengyu, and he drank the bottle of wine in Ying Chengyu's hand in small sips.
The beauties sitting on either side of Ying Chengyu made eye contact.
I have never learned this before. Can you teach me?
No teaching! Damn it! She even hid something!
The female steward said incoherently: "Jun Ye, what should I do if you are so nagging? (Jun Ye, what do you want me to do?)"
"This dirty ground is not worthy of covering animal skins, come here!"
Ying Chengyu pointed at the servant who was dragged up like a corpse.
The servant couldn't believe it and said, "Master, is it me you're talking about?"
Ying Chengyu said impatiently: "It's you, come here!"
The servant's eyes shone brightly, and a child, without knowing where he got the strength, frantically broke away from the hands of the two adults.
He rolled and crawled, the blood on his arms was blurred, and he knelt down in front of Ying Chengyu with a plop, his eyes full of hope.
He didn't know what Ying Chengyu asked him to do, but no matter what he did, it was better than going to Lishan Mountain to be a prisoner.
"Master, what are your orders?"
"Get down and block this floor tile."
The servant obeyed the instructions and lay down on the floor tiles. After lying down, he moved carefully. After making sure that no mottled spots on the floor tiles were exposed, he raised his head and said flatteringly: "Master, is this okay?"
He didn't know who this gentleman was, and he knew that after the gentleman in front of him left, he would be sent to Lishan to be a prisoner.
But so what? At least until this gentleman leaves, he can stay here and not be pulled away.
If you can delay for a while, you can live longer.
Even though he looks like a dead dog lying here, it's better to be alive than dead, right?
A dog lives, a dog lives, it's all life.
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PS: I saw a lot of big guys saying that the updates are slow and the number of words is low. Now the author can write about eight or nine thousand words a day. I update two chapters and save one chapter. This is because the new book issue is recommended for completion, so
You need to control the update speed. Wait until it is released, there will definitely be a big explosion!