"This is indeed what Mr. Jun said. Then you can declare it for Mr. Jun."
"only."
Malen bowed down and said humbly.
"Shennuo, you don't have a position in the building, I'm just doing a favor to Lord Chang'an."
The steward chuckled and knocked on the table.
Marx suddenly realized, straightened his back and smiled on his face.
"……promise."
What he said was a little unnatural, but it was decisive.
Three days passed.
The business on the terrace is getting slower and slower.
Common people don't have that much money to spend money on the terrace, and even if they save up for a year and a half, they won't be able to come just once.
Merchants do have so much money.
But merchants were of low status and were very hard-pressed in the Qin State. Although they were not rich and noble, they had many restrictions.
For example, you cannot wear silk products, ride in a two-horse carriage, or be an official, etc.
There is one restriction: you can only enter the balcony once a month and stay for one day.
There are no aristocratic families to support, the common people have no money to enter, and the merchants use up their authority one day at a time.
In the past, the threshold had to be rebuilt every three days. Now there will be birds landing outside the inner door, jumping around in search of missing food residues.
Under this situation, all the prostitutes in the building looked sad.
They are assessed on a monthly basis. If the income they create for the terrace this month does not meet the standard, they will only have the option of being kicked out and becoming concubines.
The former is a chronic suicide by going out, and the latter is also a chronic suicide.
The concubines are in unusually good spirits.
They don't even control their own life and death, they like to circle around the lucky man on the balcony.
Ask Marx and Lenin to sit in a room and recount his experience of converting from slave status to citizen citizenship over and over again.
Even if they heard this experience a hundred and eighty times, they could memorize it by heart.
Marxist-Lenin was almost arrested and imprisoned again, but fortunately Ying Chengyu saved him from death by lying on the ground... It is said that Ying Chengyu redeemed his brothers and sisters and gave them their names.
"Oh, it would be great if you could redeem your sisters."
"The ransom price is so high. The money needed to help the sisters transfer their citizenship is enough to build a hundred towers. Even if you really have a lot of money, you won't spend it like this."
"It's just a sweet dream. I heard that Mr. Jun talked about equality during the wax festival. They all said that Mr. Jun was mad, but I kind of believe it now. I hope Mr. Jun will keep his words."
"These words are even more unreliable than trying to redeem your life. Ask any of the sisters who have served Mr. Jun who has never heard Mr. Jun speak such crazy words."
"I believe it. You can create conflicts between Marxism-Leninism and the gentlemen. How can anyone except you regard us as human beings?"
The steward who had been listening outside the door opened the door with a dark face and scanned the room full of warblers and swallows.
He said displeasedly: "I'm not treating you well? I don't treat you as human beings?"
The concubines who usually come up laughing and crowding the stewards into the room to serve tea and water, squeezing their shoulders and beating their legs to show their sincerity, did the same thing this time.
He was laughing and saying that the manager treats us the best and no one treats us better than the manager.
The steward, who had recently been frowning and worried that he would not be able to pass the year-end assessment and would serve a prison sentence, said not to worry as there would be many, many guests coming soon.
There is a mixture of women's body fragrances with different beauties between her nose, and her elbows and thighs are touched by warm and cool nephrite.
The steward pointed to the only man in the room, Marxist-Leninist, who had converted from slave status to civil status.
"You can redeem your life for Marxism-Leninism, but I can't. I can only watch you die. If there were only you on the terrace without prostitutes, I hope there would never be guests on the terrace."
This way you won't die.
The women's movements froze, their words paused, and their expressions became condensed.
Then he poured tea and water with a forced smile, beat his legs and shoulders, and softly said that the steward was just drunk, how could we let the steward be imprisoned, it is not worth it for us...
However, the steward who spent time with the concubines noticed that their eyes, tone, and demeanor were all slightly different from before.
The eyes have a little more color.
The tone was a little more brisk.
His expression was a little more wistful.
These concubines still did not have the courage to resist the rules, but they began to look forward to Ying Chengyu to take them out of slavery.
In this feudal era where slaves, ministers and concubines were polished to the point of servility by rules.
In this era where no one, including Lichen and Concubine, regards themselves as human beings.
In this era when no one supports what Ying Chengyu does.
The concubines at Xianyang Tower were the first batch of supporters of Ying Chengyu.
Human beings are social creatures. In the face of a society formed by groups, no one can turn the world upside down and reopen the world by relying on his or her personal ability without supporters.
Bai Qi, Lord of Wu'an, who has never lost a battle in his life, needs the support of the Qin warriors who are not afraid of death and are called the Tiger and Wolf Warriors by the Six Nations.
Shang Yang, who turned Qin from weak to strong, needed the support of Qin Xiaogong, and he needed to move the tree to establish a trust and reward fifty gold to gain the support of the people of Qin.
Ying Chengyu, who traveled to the Qin Dynasty and became the younger brother of the First Emperor, also needs support.
The hope that the concubines in Xianyang Tower have for Ying Chengyu is support and a spark.
A spark of fire may be extinguished in an instant, or it may be enough to start a prairie fire.
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Gangchengjun Cai Ze lived in Gangchengjun's mansion on the eighth day.
"Father, this is an invitation from the Meng family."
Cai Ze, who was closing his eyes to rest and not knowing what he was thinking about, rubbed his sleepy eyes and found the bamboo slips in his son's hand.
Opening the bamboo slips, the characters are not simplified characters, but large seal scripts written with gold thread.
Cai Ze glanced over, closed the bamboo slips and let out a sigh of relief.
"It's finally here. If it's really been ten days, Ze really doesn't know what to do."
His son Cai Dui inherited his father's cautious character. He took the bamboo slip from his father without even looking at it, and without being curious about what was written on it, he turned around and left.
"return."
"Father."
"You accompany your father to the banquet."
"Father, this is inappropriate. How can Dui have a banquet with the head of the aristocratic family?" Cai Dui looked reluctant.
When Cai Ze heard what his son said, he was not angry but happy. He nodded with satisfaction and said, "Yes, that's how it should be. I don't know whether this trip is a blessing or a curse, so I think of it as a disaster, so I don't want to go."
"Then Dui is gone." Cai Dui replied briefly and was about to run away again.
"Come back!" Cai Ze frowned and called his son again, saying, "Father, I say this, this trip is a blessing. Why are you going?"
"My father's departure is a blessing, but his absence may turn out to be a disaster. I would rather do nothing than make a mistake."
Cai Ze took a deep breath and said: "This trip must be made by you. My father is too old to do anything between men and women. Meng Xibai and his family secretly built a terrace with countless beauties in it. This is the purpose of this banquet.
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"Father, I think it wouldn't be a bad idea to have a younger brother or younger sister."
"...Do you want me to die?"
"Father, I have finally realized my destiny. I want your grandson to go."
"Are you talking human language? After lunch tomorrow, you and I will go out together!"
"Father, I will fast tomorrow and not eat at noon."