In the south of the country, south of Yizhou, there is a small county town. After leaving the southern city gate and walking up the thirty-six-mile mountain road, you will see a small but complete town.
The days in the town passed like water, until one day, many craftsmen came from outside the mountain, saying that they wanted to build a brothel in the town.
To the ears of the older generation in the town, these rumors are simply nonsense. Not to mention those who claim to have visited the big brothels in the city. Even a young kid who has never seen the world knows how to get a golden phoenix from a small thatched cottage.
However, all the men in the town looked at each other and smiled. Not to mention the bachelors, the married men also looked at the private money in their pockets, thinking about how to hide the money at home.
I stole some money from the rice jars, quilts, and wooden boxes.
A few wealthy bachelors and idle men gathered in groups in several corners of the town all day long, thinking about the beauty of these girls. The scraps of silver in their hands were enough to untie the bellybands of several girls. Hey, just just
Think about the taste, it's comparable to several meals of half a pound of pork head meat and four ounces of local rice wine.
As for those who are short of money or have yellow-faced wives at home, they are either desperate to borrow money from men they know well, or they are so sad that they can count the copper coins with ten fingers and even the toes, and it is estimated that those girls can't touch them with their little hands.
He couldn't get on, let alone get on the small bed. Huo Huo seemed to be unable to exert any strength when he went to bed on weekdays. He could only wait for the first batch of tight-waisted waistbands who were lucky enough to come out of the brothel.
Only then can you learn from those comments that are full of boasts and a bit lewd and explicit, what it is like to taste the flesh that is comparable to the most expensive silky brocade in the largest fabric shop in the city.
It's just that the women in the small town have already cursed each other in private and in public. They are waving clothes-pounding sticks and washboards at those useless men who are eating from the bowl and coveting the pot.
With the cursed slang that my parents have been exposed to, I have no ability to take money from home, and I don’t have the energy to plow the fields. I still think about the vixen. The money that Huo Huo has saved through hard work and frugality? Even if it is just bean dregs falling from the sky.
, it’s not the turn of you, a dead pig that eats the inside out.
However, there are some older girls and younger wives who have seen a little bit of the world. They have long heard that those girls' rouge and gouache are not as good as those of the street products in the town. They can still wear silk and satin clothes all day long, and they don't have to work, weave, and do housework all day long.
I was scolded so hard that I felt a bit envious in my heart. A few brave people still wanted to secretly take a look at the makeup on the faces of those girls from outside the town, and then imitate them themselves.
But how many of the men, women, and children in the town have ever been out of this small town? A salesman from the county town comes with a cart every three or five days to eat with needles, thread, cloth, hairpins, and broken mouths. The variety is quite complete, including some rouge and gouache, but they are all
They are a few things that have not aged well over the years, and most of them are tattered goods wrapped in broken wooden boxes and oiled paper. The gouache falls rustlingly when you smile and the rouge loses color when you rub it, which offends the beauty-loving girls in town.
They complained.
But the salesman's nostrils were turned upward, and he had a perverse expression of "This is the only one who likes to buy or not." There was no other way, so most of them could only hold their noses and take out the money they had saved for a long time to exchange for the half-wooden box and a small oil-paper bag.
God bless me, the rouge and gouache can stay on my face for a while longer, and I can wait until my lover and husband see me before it falls off completely.
Only a few of them have relatives in the county, and most of them are from well-off families. Every once in a while, they will ask someone to bring over some cosmetics sold in the county, which are of average quality and not worth a lot of money in the eyes of city people.
However, the other women in the town cast envious glances at these famous figures. They only thought about getting along with these people on weekdays. One day, when they are in a better mood, they might have the opportunity to apply these rare things.
Expensive powder?
Not many people in the town have seen the world. The most knowledgeable person in the town is the old scholar who teaches children enlightenment literacy in the book school in the north of the town. Although he is almost a year old, when he was young, he went to the prefectural city to participate in
After passing the provincial examination, I met many outstanding officials. I heard an old scholar stroking his beard accidentally mention that the city wall of the state city was really high. It was much higher than the small mound next to the town. It almost reached the sky.
Well, the streets and alleys in the city are really spacious, and there is still some space when two carriages from wealthy families pass by side by side. The women in the city are really good-looking, and the children of the official families wear brocade clothes.
He was wearing a fur cloak, riding a horse that was taller than a man, holding a finely crafted riding crop that was inlaid with gems, and chased the horse down the Zhoucheng Avenue. There were really many books in that academy, and the dense bookshelves were filled with them.
Books, each book has rue in its pages. The whole academy is filled with the fragrance of paper, ink and books, and the sound of the young man’s book. When the old scholar said this, he started to fall.
Bookbag, he said something that no one could understand, and the folds on his face were full of loneliness.
However, the older generation of the town didn't have much respect for the old scholar. Originally, a family that was one of the best in the town had a scholar like the old scholar. It was just a matter of success and fame. However, he couldn't achieve a high level or a low level. He spent most of his life studying.
The book also showed a scholar who did not have to kneel down when meeting the county magistrate. He took several state, urban and rural examinations, but completely destroyed the rich wealth accumulated by generations of his family.
Dozens of acres of paddy fields with guaranteed harvests despite droughts and floods were sold as tolls, and the fame and fame could not be exchanged. This old scholar who was obsessed with reading was not good at management. In the end, only a dozen of the family's ancestral houses were left, and the rest of the property was sold to pay off debts. The house leaked.
It rained all night, and the old scholar's wife fell seriously ill again. He was a man of love, and the barefoot doctor in the town was helpless. He rushed to the county hospital overnight to ask for a doctor, but he didn't even know that one of his shoes had escaped halfway.
Fortunately, the old scholar had a good reputation, and the doctor at the hospital was a good man with excellent medical skills. He promised to go to the town that night to treat patients and save people. After half a day of tossing and turning, the old scholar's ancestral home could not be saved, and it was worth it.
Of course, only two small shabby houses were left for shelter.
Zha Nang's wife survived a serious illness, but she can no longer work in the fields, which is a blessing in misfortune. Poor old scholar who has no strength to tie a chicken, he still wants to learn farming in his old age. Some kind-hearted people look at him
Poor, I called several families in the town, pooled some money, built a book school in the north of the town, and invited an old scholar to be a teacher. The knowledge of the old scholar was naturally more than enough to teach the children, and the children were not constrained to attend the book school.
With the help of my neighbors, I can still live this life.
Even an old scholar who has seen the big world has ended up like this. What kind of world can he go to see the world outside a small town? He can honestly farm and do a small business, marry a wife, have a few fat boys, build two new houses, and still have two houses in his spare time.
Gu, wouldn’t it be nice to have a house full of children and grandchildren and enjoy peace and happiness in old age?
This is what the older generation in the small town said when they taught their children and grandchildren a lesson.
We can also go to that little brothel, the men joked.