The person Haitang bumped into at the door of the second largest brothel in the county was none other than the woman who had come to the dye house to try to destroy the dye, Huang Ying, the concubine of the owner of Zhengyang Buzhuang.
She is no longer dressed as she was in the past, but she is now dressed as her name implies, Yingyingyanyan.
Lamei didn't notice it. In her eyes, the women in the brothel all seemed to look the same: good-looking. She didn't pay close attention to the differences in each person's face. Even the makeup was similar.
"Huang Ying, is it you?" Haitang was not particularly sure. How could the family members of the boss of Dabuzhuang be showing off in a brothel?
"It's you." The smile on Huang Ying's face faded. It was reserved for guests, and the woman in front of her was not a guest. She didn't feel ashamed, nor was she surprised.
Looking at the cloth in the hands of Haitang and Wintersweet, she already knew that they were here to deliver cloth.
Haitang distributed the cloth to everyone one by one according to the order Mr. Zhang brought, and collected the silver taels, a total of fifteen taels. At the same time, Haitang let everyone appreciate the new colors: the ice crack series.
This irregular pattern immediately attracted everyone's attention, and they rushed to sign up again. Several girls said that they had already sold the cloth to their customers and had written down the colors and sizes they wanted.
Haitang also wrote them down one by one. When he comes next month, they will be processed and the rebates that the girls should receive will be distributed.
After finishing all this work, Bai Haitang came to Huang Ying's side.
"Why are you here?" Haitang asked.
"Haha, I was originally here, and I was once a famous courtesan here, but people have forgotten all this..." Huang Ying said with emotion.
"I don't remember when, one day in a certain year, a dignitary took a fancy to me and said that he would take me to her house. From then on, I would live a life of wealth and favor. I gave up my reputation as an oiran, and only after I entered the house did I realize that I was just a minor.
Concubine, compared with the oppression of several real wives, the favor given to me by the nobles is like a drop of water in the ocean." Huang Ying looked at Bai Haitang.
"Now, I am free. I came here again just to regain my reputation as an courtesan. Although it is a romantic place, I make a living by making jokes and am not ashamed of the world, but I am at ease. This is my final destination...
..." Huang Ying said again.
"He knows about the dye." Haitang asked.
"Indeed. Boss Du is a cunning man, Haitang, please be careful." Finally, Huang Ying looked directly into Bai Haitang's eyes.
Haitang nodded, already aware of his viciousness and cunning.
"Sell me these ice crack samples." Huang Ying stroked them and had an idea.
"These are one foot long. If you buy them, you can't make them into clothes. What do you need them for?" Lamei asked.
"It will take some time for you to deliver the ice cracks ordered by the sisters. This period of time is the best time for me to take back the oiran. Although the cloth is short, it is enough to put together. This is the preemptive strike of the Fengyue venue." Huang Ying
smiled.
"These are some samples, I'll give them to you." Bai Haitang admired Huang Ying's work and spliced them together.
"Thank you very much. From now on I will make a living by selling cloth to Begonia." Huang Ying said jokingly.
After leaving the brothel, Lamei and Haitang walked on the streets of the county town, thinking about Huang Ying. Judging from her complexion, she was indeed much better. Maybe this place was really more suitable for her than Zhengyang Buzhuang.
Boss Du of Zhengyang Buzhuang might use some harmful tricks to deal with him in the future.