Seven flowers have reopened, there are no more young people in Japan
Looking at the back of his husband who seemed to be more energetic than usual, Wei Changpan was a little confused. Since he knew that his husband asked him to study for his own good, he would naturally study the two volumes left by his husband. The books are
The ordinary Confucian classics that can be found in bookstores big and small are always kept on the shelf by the old scholar. It is rare that he takes them out and reads them carefully page by page.
After inserting the hairpin on her head, Grandma Chen took out her handkerchief and wiped the fine beads of sweat on her forehead, carefully folded it and put it back in its place, and walked towards the big bamboo building where a sharp point could be seen. Several people
The girl once kindly asked her why she always used this tarnished silver hairpin inlaid with emerald beads, and if she wanted to give her one from the dressing box. She always smiled and shook her head.
The town is not big, so no matter how busy Nanny Chen is, she will arrive in just half an hour. Seeing that her face is not so good, several smart girls hurriedly bring over a cup of cold tea.
She felt better, so she got up from the chair and went to the kitchen behind the brothel to prepare the evening meal. When she entered the kitchen, Wei Changpan went to the stream early to wash and pick vegetables and came back to prepare for the fire. She complimented her twice
This child blushes because he is diligent, but his skin is still a bit thin. Children from poor families do not pick too many vegetables, and often leave some holes with insect holes or holes, so she needs to pick a whole vegetable.
Only a cabbage heart was left that was so tender that it could squeeze out water, which made Wei Changpan feel heartbroken as he looked at the leaves on the ground.
Within a short time, the vegetables in the kitchen became beautiful and delicious dishes in the pots and bowls. The two girls, Xiaolaner and Xiaomeier, were busy serving the dishes, while Xiaozhuer and Xiaojuer set out the tableware and called the four
A beautiful woman went downstairs to have a meal. The people in the town thought that wealthy people would not have a table full of meat and fish. The meals in the brothel were very different from this imagination. They were all fresh vegetables and vegetables that had just left the soil that day.
The dishes are light in taste with little oil and salt, and there is only one milky white fish soup made from the unique white rock fish in the stream next to the town. It is extremely delicious and is the only meaty fish on the table.
Although there were many kinds, the four beauties only had a brief taste of each dish. However, the Yue girl, probably because of her martial arts practice, even added an extra bowl of rice but her chopsticks were still flying. When she put down the empty bowl and chopsticks, there was another sound of difficulty.
A suppressed belching sound was heard, causing the remaining three to play and laugh for a while.
After finally playing around, I rinsed my mouth with tea and went upstairs. It was Wei Changpan's turn to eat. Before going upstairs, Miss Cui in white gave me instructions.
He told Aunt Chen a few words, saying that this young man was at an important time for growing up, and there should be more dishes of meat, vegetables, oil and meat on the table. Then he glanced at the rice nuggets that were coming out of the blue and white sea bowl that was supposed to be served.
The young man, who was squeezing and squeezing, secretly laughed in his heart that this child had a really big appetite. One person could almost eat as much as the four of them.
Miss Cui in white, who was walking on the clouds, was the last one to go up to the second floor of the brothel. The three beauties had been waiting for her for some time.
"Xiaoshan." The girl surnamed Gu, who was holding the pipa, looked sad. "Are we going to stay in this town forever?"
"Could it be that Fairy Gu Meisheng has some tricks up her sleeve that she hasn't told you yet?" The cold woman who always lowered her head to read looked up at this moment, and her words were thorny:
"It would be okay if we could just settle down in this town. The money we have is enough for the rest of our lives. But do you really think we women can live and die in this town in peace? The journey from the city to this town is dangerous.
Needless to say, I can't count the disasters you've caused on one hand! After finally getting to this town, you want to find your sweetheart from a neighboring state? You are very beautiful... Then you
Don't think too beautifully." After saying this, the beauty surnamed Cen lowered her head and looked at the book in her hand without saying anything.
Gu Meisheng hugged Pipa with red circles under her eyes, and the mist in Shui Ling's eyes seemed to condense into water droplets and fall.
Wrinkling those two natural eyebrows that are the envy of all women, Cui Xiaoshan stopped Cen Linwan's hesitation, and gave a few words of comfort to the aggrieved former. When her tears turned into laughter, he rushed
The one sitting upright with the sword winked, and the latter got up and followed her downstairs to the back of the brothel.
Before she could say anything, she had guessed what Cui Xiaoshan meant and shook her head resolutely, "It's absolutely impossible. With my little effort, I'm pretty good at it. If it were a life-and-death fight, I wouldn't even have a chance to protect myself."
Da, Xiaoshan, you'd better be prepared for the worst."
That's it.
Cui Xiaoshan knelt down and looked at the withered wild flowers growing beside the brothel.
The day the flowers bloom again,
But how can one go back to his youth?
Yue Qingqing looked desolate.
These women, who are as helpless as duckweeds, are probably like in that poem: carriages, horses, and things, separated from people like a canopy.
All my life I can only drift with the tide.
But they were unwilling to give in, so they traveled hundreds of thousands of miles across mountains and rivers to settle down in a small brothel in this town to seek the freedom that is almost a luxury for women in this era.
Or you may end up locking yourself in another cage.
But Yue Qingqing really wanted to go to the arena that she had only seen in Cen Lin's late books, to see the arena where women could enjoy grudges, and to find a lover who could stay with her for the rest of his life.
See those great rivers and mountains that are tens of thousands of miles away, and live a life that you have never lived before.
Sitting on the threshold of the small brothel was a young man holding a bowl from the ocean. While he was tugging at the hill in the bowl, he opened his eyes wide and looked in the direction of the town, thinking about the things he had not yet been able to pass.
Walking out of Zhenshan Road, I thought about the scene after walking out of the town and surrounded by green mountains. I am only this age. I will wait until I earn enough money to build the most magnificent three-in and three-out large tile house in the town, and then settle down my parents.
, I took my baggage and went to the mountains.
What are you doing outside the mountains?
He looked at the big swaying locust tree at the head of the town and thought of a book he had seen before.
The scholar who wrote that book said this about a kind of person:
He must be true to his words, his deeds must be fruitful, he must be true to his promises, he does not love his body, and he has endured the misfortune of being a soldier. He has been living and dying, but he does not care about his abilities, and he is ashamed of his virtues.
Although what these people do may not necessarily be the right thing in the eyes of the world, they will definitely honor what they say; they will definitely do what they have promised to others sincerely; they will not hesitate to risk their own lives and will definitely go back to rescue others in distress.
These people are called rangers in books.
The place where Youxia'er lives is called Jianghu.
He really wanted to go to that place called Jianghu, to get out of the green mountains and green waters where he had been born and raised, and to go to the small town outside the town with the lonely smoke of the desert beyond the Great Wall, the endless Yangtze River rolling in, and the pavilions and pavilions.
, the grass is green and the willows are thick, leaving his footprints in some places. When he is old, he can tell the stories of his travels in the world to the children and grandchildren around him, and then blow some harmless calf skin.