Girls who are trained as Yangzhou thin horses usually go to two places.
One is to train them and sell them directly as slaves, and the other is to put them on a painting boat to attract money.
The difference between the two is that the first one can only be a concubine and a plaything for the rest of his life, and can never control his own destiny.
The second one is to sell it on a painting boat to make money. If you are good at dancing, you may be able to redeem yourself in the future.
"You three gentlemen, please come..."
Wang Xu and the others, led by Turtle Gong, walked towards a 100-meter-long painting boat.
The owner of Hua Fang is Miss Xiu'er, and she is the most outstanding among this group of first-class thin horses.
According to Mr. Gui, Miss Xiu'er's life experience is very legendary. Unlike the situation where she was sold by her family, Miss Xiu'er voluntarily sold herself to the racecourse, and when she sold herself, she was already 14 or 15 years old.
Because of her age, the racecourse initially treated her as second-class goods and wanted to resell her to make another fortune.
Who could have imagined that Miss Xiu'er is a capable person. It didn't take long for her to hook up with a steward of the racecourse. She was good at dancing and managed to get the admission qualification that only third-class thin horses can obtain.
Studying in a girls' private school at the racecourse.
You know, courtesans and thin horses are eating the food of youth. The older they are, the less potential they have for cultivation.
Miss Xiu'er is already relatively old. In order not to be kicked out, she gradually stands out with her talent and hard work.
From fifth to fourth class, from fourth to third class, from third class to second class, and from second class to first class.
The story of Miss Xiu'er is a legend in the racecourse. Not only many lowly thin horses regard her as their life goal.
Even first- and second-class skinny horses know that there is such a wonderful woman like her, who can be regarded as a role model for countless people.
"This one called Miss Xiu'er is really interesting. There are a lot of people who want to buy her, right?"
Standing in front of the painting boat, Wang Xu did not rush to board the boat, but asked Mr. Turtle.
Turtle Gong nodded repeatedly and said happily: "Young Master is talking about a tea merchant from Yizhou who has offered five hundred thousand taels of silver."
Five hundred thousand taels of silver is not a small amount.
Before the disaster relief, the Wang family only had a few hundred thousand taels in savings. With so much money left in the countryside, it was enough to buy the richest man in the town.
To take out this money, the country gentry would have to go bankrupt, and the county tycoon's family would have to grimace in distress. To have this kind of money, it would have to be a wealthy businessman with assets worth tens of millions.
"puff!"
Just as he was talking, a man came out of the boat with a bucket in his hand and poured the water into the lake.
The man looked to be in his twenties. After pouring the water, he left. The figure from behind fell into Wang Xu's eyes, and he felt familiar.
"Who is this person?"
Feeling that the figure on the back was familiar, Wang Xu couldn't help but ask Mr. Gui.
After hearing this, Mr. Gui shook his head slightly and replied: "This is Miss Xiu'er's servant. He brought it when he sold himself. I can't remember what it was called. However, this man has been loyal to Miss Xiu'er over the years."
Geng Geng is a good dog."
Wang Xu did not ask any more questions, but while thinking about it, he took Zhang Xu and Zhang Xiaomei and boarded the boat.
The boat was not big and was divided into two floors, with floors inside and incense burners lit.
Looking inside, two people dressed as maids were combing a girl's hair. The man who came out to pour water was standing next to her.
Now, Wang Xu could see the man's appearance clearly. After thinking for a short time, a name blurted out: "Ning Qing!"
After not seeing each other for a few years, Ning Qing has changed a lot. He has grown from a seventeen-year-old boy to a young man in his twenties.
He is more mature and darker than before. If his body shape had not changed, Wang Xu would not dare to recognize him.
When she heard someone calling her, Ning Qing suddenly raised her head and looked towards Wang Xu.
The moment she saw Wang Xu, Ning Qing also recognized him and exclaimed: "Master Wang!"
"Master Wang!"
The girl, who was being helped by the maid to comb her hair, looked out sideways and was stunned when she saw Wang Xu.
Wang Xu was also stunned. After a while, he said with a smile but not a smile: "Xiu Niang, are you okay?"
Fate is really strange. He thought he would never see the two of them again in this life, but he didn't expect to meet them here by chance.
We haven't seen each other for a few years. Wang Xu has grown from an eight-year-old child to a seventeen-year-old boy, and Ning Qing has also grown from a boy to a young man, but the embroiderer is still the same delicate look.
Judging from the appearance, Xiu Niang, who is five years older than him and must be 22 this year, looks only seventeen or eighteen at most.
Not only is he no longer disabled, but he is even more iconic than before, a bit like Wang Zhaojun when Yang Mi became a fan of Wang Zhaojun.
In future generations, a proper beauty with a score of 90 or above would be a disaster at the level of a popular Hua Dan.
"Yes, it's been a long time." Seeing Wang Xu again, the embroiderer was definitely not happy, her little face turned pale with fear.
To this day, when she has nightmares at night, she will dream about the scene where she was sold by Wang Xu, and she often wakes up from the nightmare.
Now, seeing this demon again, why did Xiu Niang become so happy? The fear welling up from the bottom of her heart was something outsiders could not understand.
"Brother Wang, is this your old friend?"
Seeing that Wang Xu knew this oiran, Zhang Xiaomei, who was pretending to be a man, she couldn't help but compare herself to him.
In terms of appearance, Zhang Xiaomei doesn't think she is bad, let alone her literary talent.
She didn't believe that an oiran who was taught by a racecourse could compare to the Zhang family, who were educated at home. The only place where she was inferior was...
Thinking of this, Zhang Xiaomei lowered her head and glanced at her chest, feeling troubled in her heart.
The little sisters of the same age have started to grow, but I don't know why, but I don't make any movement at all.
When she came out this time, she didn't even wear a corset, and she was as flat as a man. Although Xiu Niang's breasts were not big, only an apple, but compared with her fried egg, they were as big as the sky and the bottom.
"This embroiderer girl is an old acquaintance of mine."
Wang Xu didn't know what Zhang Xiaomei was thinking, so he answered truthfully, but he didn't mention the dirty things back then.
Seeing that Wang Xu did not explain his dark history, Xiu Niang breathed a deep sigh of relief and said timidly: "Master Wang, it has been so long. What happened back then is over, right?"
"I almost forgot, why are you mentioning that?"
Back then, Xiu Niang tried to climb into bed but failed, and wanted to hook up with Wang Dafa, but he directly called Ya Po to send her away.
From this point of view, the two are already even. If you think about it seriously, he did more.
After all, the embroiderer back then was just a girl of thirteen or fourteen. She was sold to other houses by him in one fell swoop, and she suffered a lot of injustice.
It no longer matters whether this matter is right or wrong. From both sides' viewpoints, no one is wrong. There is no point in arguing about this.
Looking back on the past, today's embroiderers are already oirans. They seek benevolence and receive benevolence, and they will finally be rich.
Let’s let the bad things of the past go away with the wind.
"That's good, that's good..."
The embroiderer was punished so hard that she felt frightened when she saw Wang Xu. When she heard that this incident had passed, she became much more energetic.
Unexpectedly, before the two of them could talk anymore, Ning Qing, who was standing next to the embroiderer, knelt down with a thud: "Master Wang, please show mercy and save the embroiderer!"
"What does it mean?"
Wang Xu took a step back and did not accept Ning Qing's gift.
Ning Qing knelt on the ground unable to get up, and choked up: "Master Wang, the tea merchant who fell in love with the embroiderer, he is a beast! The oiran he bought was not a concubine at all, but a person to win over local officials.
Tool, please save the embroiderer."
Wang Xu glanced at the embroiderer. The oiran, who was good at singing and dancing, was a tool for entertaining guests in the Shilin. The embroiderer sold herself to the racecourse. She must not have thought about today.
Xiu Niang is not a peaceful person. Back then, she only wanted to be rich and noble. Today, she has achieved her wish and she has been benevolent. How could she go back on her word?
Meeting the embroiderer's gaze, Wang Xu saw an indelible light in her eyes. This light is called ambition.
Yes, Xiu Niang has always been a progressive person. When she was thirteen or fourteen years old, she could tell that Wang Dafa had a rare talent and wanted to be his stepmother.
Now, after working in the racecourse for so many years, my abilities and horizons have improved, and I am no longer the ignorant little girl I was back then.
A tea merchant with a net worth of tens of millions is of some interest in a county or township, but not in a state capital. Xiu Niang must not have taken a fancy to him.
The more he thought about it, the more Wang Xu thought it was possible. As an oiran, she wanted to marry an ordinary tea merchant. How could the embroiderer be willing to do so?