With such a swagger, they slowly walked from the head of the town along the main road in the town to the Dazhulou at the end of the town. The driver helped unload the gilded painted wooden boxes and many luggage and baggage that seemed to be worth a lot of money, and helped the girls to clean them roughly.
After arriving at the recently completed big bamboo building, he received the reward and thanked him for it. He turned around and headed back to the mountain road at the head of the town. Then, following the sun, he disappeared into the green mountains outside the town.
People who live on both sides of the main road in the town either go to the end of the town to watch these girls enter the Dazhulou, or go to the head of the town to watch the cars drive into the mountain pass.
Good guy, look at the magnanimity with which the girl took action. She rewarded her with small pieces of silver without blinking an eye. There are also a few hired cars. The carriages and horses in the county outside the town are only top-notch.
Is that so? Look at the place where people live. It is much more spacious and elegant than the houses in the town. This is called people’s particularity. What is it called? According to the old scholar, it is not like a phoenix tree but a phoenix tree.
Habitat!
But where did these girls come from? Where are they going? What are their identities? Why did they end up in this big bamboo building?
All the men, women, and children in the town are full of doubts. How come this small temple in our town has attracted so many great Bodhisattvas? Is it because some family has a descendant who has become famous and prosperous outside the town? Or is it that the children of wealthy families are tired of staying in the big courtyard?
Want to come to our town to change your appetite? After more than half an hour of chatter, the townspeople around Dazhulou finally dispersed, leaving only a few bachelors and idlers in the town, who seemed to have roots in their feet.
Watching the candlelight swaying on the second floor of the Dazhu Building, women's figures shuttled among them, and occasionally heard a few laughters that were as loud as silver bells, which really made these men's bones break.
The next day, before the most industrious farmer in town picked up his hoe, there were many men scattered in twos and threes in front of the big bamboo building who had watched so proudly last night. If it hadn't been for the candlelight in the bamboo building going out later, the eyes on his face would have been extremely heavy.
Most of them can look forward to it until dawn.
There is an extra plaque on the middle door of Dazhu Tower.
There are three words written in dripping ink on the plaque:
Little brothel.
Feeling: This is the brothel that is going to open in our town? The men were dumbfounded.
Look at the upright and bright appearance of this building, how can it be a brothel? To be honest, men didn't think about this last night, but they just looked at the sophistication of people who came to our town, and they acted with such grandeur, that night
I'm afraid that even if my brothers are bankrupt, they won't be able to make up even a fraction of it. After all, there are so many pleasing women in the town, so it won't be a disaster, right?
A prophecy.
Why is there an extra notice outside this building?
It seemed that it had just been posted not long ago, but these few squatting here early in the morning could not cover the bottom of a basket with their combined literacy. But within a moment, there was a man who had attended the school where the old scholar taught for two years, rubbing his head.
My sleepy eyes were pulled over, I took a look at the words on the notice and muttered a few words. This was much prettier than the old scholar's words. I listened to the man stumbling to read for a long time, and finally I managed to figure it out.
It seems that they want to recruit a young boy. They say that they want a young man, who is smart and well-behaved. It is better to be good-looking. He wants to serve the girl here and do trivial things. He does not sign a contract of sale, and he will be paid every month.
One tael of silver per month in the middle, and three days of leave? Even food and accommodation are taken care of? Not to mention getting one tael of silver every month, even if it is for free, we will be happy!
The idle bachelors in the town were scratching their heads and heads in frustration, wondering which boy would be responsible for this day's great event.
There were footsteps approaching from far away, steady and energetic, probably still a teenager? A pair of sturdy straw sandals slowed down the pace, and finally stopped in front of the notice with black ink characters on red paper.
The owner of the straw sandals was staring at the ink words on the red paper, reciting them word by word in his mind. When his eyes touched the words "put one tael of silver on the fifteenth day of every month", the pair of dark hair on a tanned face
His eyes were filled with excitement.
One tael of silver can be exchanged for copper coins, which is a common currency. If the quality is good when you go to exchange it, you can get more than a dozen copper coins. The price of rice is now ten cents per dou, and the next best price is one cent cheaper per dou. So,
One monthly payment is enough to buy a hundred bushels of rice... which is almost the entire family's rations for a whole year!
Those dark eyes were even more excited.
Those depressed men accidentally caught a glimpse of the little figure standing in front of the notice, and they were a little angry. They were really afraid of what would happen. Isn't this what it means to be a child, well-behaved and sensible? These Chinese characters are pinching the nose.
It has to be admitted that working and doing things is recognized by the people in the town as reality.
The only thing that seems to be wrong is the appearance?
Right, look at those short little guys, they are all over ten years old, not as tall as those seven or eight years old, do they look like people who live in a brothel?
And that face that’s been exposed to the sun and wind all day long, isn’t it darker and rougher than mine?
And there's more....
Anyway, this kid just can't do it. How can those who are more ambitious and wealthy like this? The men racked their little brains to convince themselves.
However, there are a few who are kind-hearted and think of this child's family. They are extremely poor, and both parents are poor.
I work hard, and my family only has two acres of land, which is not very good. The man in charge has to work in the fields all year round, and the rice harvested every year can only feed the family of three half full, not to mention the vegetables.
They were grown with hard work and sold to make money for the family. The baby also had some chest problems. The barefoot doctor from Yang Town came to see her several times but could not find out where the problem was. He just told her not to do heavy work in the fields.
, I can only do some housework at home, sewing, and small jobs that can be exchanged for a few coins. In this way, my neighbors have to help me from time to time, so I can barely survive this day.
Huh? What about the baby?
When the men turned around and looked around, the pair of straw sandals had already stood under the newly hung plaque of the brothel. It wasn't that they didn't want to go home and change the straw sandals and clothes before coming back, but how could they be found in the dilapidated thatched house that could be called a family's bare four walls?
The second piece of clothing can be changed? At least I have been to a book school for two years and know the principles taught in some books. The clothes I am wearing, which I cannot tell what style it is, were mended not long ago. There should be nothing exposed.
The holes in my shoes, the straw sandals I wore today were newly made by myself... The more I comfort myself like this, the more guilty I feel.
I'm just going to give it a try. Even if it doesn't work, I can go home and farm in the future.
A hand with a lot of calluses on its palms and a hand that often held a hatchet and a hoe with a few small cuts on the back of its hand knocked on the front door of the brothel.
After a while, there was a response of "Come on, come on" from inside the bamboo building, accompanied by two yawns, full of sleepiness, and the sound of stepping up and down the bamboo stairs.
The door opened, the reason was explained, and the pair of straw sandals entered the big bamboo building.
In the eyes of those idle men, a long time passed, but the pair of straw sandals still had not left the little brothel.
Sometimes there was some teasing laughter inside, and sometimes there was silence for a long time. The pair of straw sandals still stayed inside and did not leave the little brothel.
After a long, long time, someone came out and took off the notice with black letters on the red paper.
The pair of straw sandals walked out of the brothel.
The young man wearing straw sandals had a smile on his face.