At the fifth watch, people hurriedly emerged from Jiang Nanchun under the moon and disappeared alone into the night.
In Jiangnan Chun, a group of people appeared in Qin Ge's room, and it was Chun Kui who walked in front.
"What's going on? Why did you leave suddenly?"
Qin Ge had tidied up his clothes for some reason. When he saw Chun Kui, he bowed first and then said: "I don't know, this person's expression was calm and calm from beginning to end. He didn't notice any mood swings, but he didn't shy away from spying on his subordinates. I thought that he had
I'll give in, who would have thought that I just asked some incomprehensible words and then left in a hurry."
"Being able to remain calm even under the power of charm? There is something wonderful about this person." Chunkui said thoughtfully, "You said he asked some incomprehensible questions? Let's hear it."
"He asked his subordinates how many girls there are in Jiangnan Chunli, what time they go to bed and when they get up, how many guests they need to receive on weekdays, etc."
"How did you answer?"
"My subordinates don't know their intentions, so they don't dare to hide it. They answer truthfully one by one. This is not an important matter, so there shouldn't be any mistakes, right?"
Qinge was also a little unsure and was not very confident in his words.
Chunkui frowned and remained silent for a long time. She also had no clue. After a long time, she waved her hand and said, "Nothing else. Let's continue to stare and see what other tricks he has up his sleeve."
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At this time, Xia Shang had returned home.
In the middle of the night, instead of going back to the room to sleep, he went straight to the west wing and hurriedly knocked on Yazhi's door.
Yazhi had already fallen asleep, and she stood up in a daze, wearing only a thin pajamas, with spring light looming all over her body. When she opened the door and saw Xia Shang, she yawned first, as if she could not recover.
Xia Shang didn't have time to talk nonsense, so he stepped forward, picked up Yazhi, closed the door, and walked straight to the bed.
Yazhi was startled, no matter how sleepy she was, she was awakened. After confirming that it was the young master, she immediately felt ashamed and happy. She also said that the young master had changed his mind and was willing to accept her. She closed her eyes and waited for the next development.
But Yazhi did not wait for the upheaval she imagined. Xia Shang carried her to the bed and sat down. He also sat on the bed, and then asked seriously: "You are a widower, right?"
Yazhi looked puzzled and nodded: "Yes."
"Then I have a few questions to ask you."
"oh."
"Tonight I went to Jianhualou and found a steward..."
"Master, you..."
"Don't think wrongly, I have some business to do when I go there. Listen carefully, I called a girl there, and then she..."
In the following time, Xia Shang told Yazhi exactly what Jiang Nanchun had experienced.
"You said this is how all the servants of the Qing Dynasty treat guests? This one is different from what I imagined!"
Yazhi rolled her eyes after hearing this: "Young master, where is the waiter here? He is clearly trying to seduce the young master! We sit at the same table as the waiter, and there must be at least one stool between the guest and the waiter.
It's literature and poetry, and it never talks about the feelings of children. Unless you are a regular customer, you will have some private conversations."
"So, the woman in Jiang Nanchun still has some problems?"
"Master, Jiang Nanchun is definitely not a serious place. It's better to go there less often."
Xia Shang was secretly surprised. He came here just to find out the daily routine of the girl in Jiangnan Chunli for future operations. Unexpectedly, he made an unexpected discovery during this trip. There was something wrong with the girl in Jiangnan Chunli. She said she was a widower, but she was working as a prostitute.
What happened? Also, I felt confused and unable to control myself in the room earlier. This state would never occur on weekdays, but just now...
After sending Yazhi to bed, Xia Shang also went back to his room to sleep.
The next day, Xia Shang went to see his wife first.
When Qin Huairou came back from the Guanyin Temple, she did not end her hundred-day fast. Instead, she opened a fasting hall at home and stayed in the room every day, chanting sutras and chanting Buddha's name. Although she was pure and had few desires, she still refused to listen to anyone and insisted on making up the hundred days.
It just ended.
Xia Shang spoke to Qin Huairou, carried a big package on his back, and left in a hurry.
In recent days, he had important things to do, and he often traveled between Yangzhou and Yulin. He wasted a lot of time running around all day long. Xia Shang had the idea of buying a mansion in Yangzhou City.
But everything must wait until the major task at hand is completed.
There is a Zhazi Street in Yangzhou City. It is located in a remote area at the back of the civilian area in the southwest corner. It has a special channel for transporting urban garbage. It smells bad all year round. Everywhere you pass, garbage is strewn across the street. The residents are all from inside and outside the city.
Beggars and homeless people. This place has long been notorious, but ordinary people who have no worries about food and clothing will not come here to hang out. A straight long street, dark and dark, extends to the foot of the city wall, with dilapidated houses on both sides.
There isn't even a legitimate merchant, the only thing there is is a ruined temple and an abandoned Imperial College.
Some people say that this is the cancer of Yangzhou, where all the garbage of society gathers. As long as you hear that you live in Zhazi Street, you will definitely think of local ruffians. Everyone here is not a kind person, and they are capable of cheating, abducting, and stealing.
Xia Shang had heard about it for a long time, but when he arrived at Zhazi Street, he realized that the stench and dilapidation here were worse than imagined. The air was filled with putrid stench, the ground was covered with dark wax, and the glances he cast from time to time also had a look.
Kind of unruly and indifferent.
There are very few outsiders here, let alone a well-dressed and handsome young man like Xia Shang. Although it is a bit strange to carry a big baggage, he doesn't look like someone who would come to Zhazi Street.
Xia Shang's appearance quickly attracted a lot of attention. Behind the mountains of rancid garbage on both sides of the street, people gradually came out and stood on the street, watching curiously as Xia Shang walked step by step deeper into Zhazard Street.
After walking for an unknown amount of time, several villains finally couldn't help but come up to block Xia Shang's path.
The three people who arrived were all dressed as beggars, but they were relatively clean and not too slovenly. They had a broken bowl wrapped around their waists, their hands were clasped in their hands, and they were all young people in their early twenties.
The leader, who had a scar on his eyebrow, stood in front of Xia Shang, glanced at Xia Shang, and then asked: "Hey, where did you come from? What are you doing in a place like us where birds don't poop?"
"I'm here to give you money."
"Send money? What kind of money?"
"A little money, do you know how many beggars there are in this garbage street?"
"Why do you ask all this?"
As soon as he heard about the money, the leading beggar became more alert, no longer so aggressive, and stared at Xia Shang suspiciously.
Xia Shang didn't say much, took out some broken silver and sprinkled it on the ground.
Nothing is more attractive than shining silver. The three beggars hurriedly spread it out on the ground to pick it up, causing a commotion among the onlookers. Unfortunately, there was not much silver and there were not enough people to grab it, so they were quickly pocketed by the three beggars.
After collecting the money, the three beggars seemed to have changed. They hunched over and were polite to the Xia merchants.
Xia Shang smiled: "Can we talk now?"
"Master, if you ask, I know everything."
"How many beggars are there in Zhazi Street?"
"I don't know how accurate this villain is. There must be more than three thousand, right?"
"No more than five thousand?"
"That's definitely not the case."
"That's good. Is there a more spacious place here? Then call all the beggars. No one comes to take a tael of silver from me." (To be continued)