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The weeping willows on the shore are formed into a forest. The forest has been repaired and is well-connected and spacious. Each willow tree has lanterns hanging, which starts in the evening. When dusk falls, the whole forest suddenly shines brightly.

In this world, the ointment, oil, candles, etc. are all luxury goods. It is expensive to sing so many lanterns every night. It is said that the bosses of various pleasure boats raised funds to attract business.

Chen Sanlang occupied a very good position and there was a large millstone for sitting. He sat on the stone and looked at his nose and his heart, just like an old monk entering into a state of meditation. In fact, he kept shouting deep in his heart: "Freshly released famous brushes, please come and buy them!"

Of course, he definitely didn't dare to say this, and he really lacked the shamelessness. Although he felt that his writing was indeed good, it was no less than the so-called "famous artists" works hanging in the store in the Fucheng store in Nanyang. But how to say, the art that can be hung in the store is, and the one placed on the street stalls is just a piece of calligraphy at best.

The so-called art, packaging and fame are the decisive factors.

Therefore, there were crowds coming and going in the forest, but there were not many people looking at the street stall copybooks.

After half an hour, no one cared about it.

Chen Sanlang was mentally prepared for this situation and didn't care much. He comforted himself with pretentious words: Only by enduring loneliness can he achieve success.

The night became darker, and the water not far away began to be lively. Men and women laughed and noisy, and various silk and bamboo instruments were played and played, and the rhythm was slander. Before the tune was completed, there was emotion.

The world is always lively, but people's hearts cannot hide loneliness.

Chen Sanlang sighed, his thoughts were in a mess, and he finally slowly gathered it up, devoted himself to understanding the "Haoran Silk Book" that existed in his mind.

Before, the evil sword assassinated the evil wolf, but the small sword changed, and the same was true for the silk book. It seemed like he wanted to open a new page so that he could read new content. However, the page seemed to be turned but it was stuck, which made people feel very depressed.

Chen Sanlang is idle and has nothing to do, so he calms down and sees whether he can open that page through his mental power.

So, the bustling and mess around, the frivolous and noisy elsewhere were all away like water.

The whole world is pure.

"Hey, did you write this word?"

A sound suddenly rang out.

Chen Sanlang opened his eyes and saw a fat man standing in front of the stall, holding his head up and chest out, carrying one left hand behind him, and his right hand pointed at the words on the ground.

“Yes, I wrote it.”

“How to sell?”

"One hundred texts per picture."

"What, one hundred quotations, why don't you go and grab it?"

The fat man shouted very exaggeratedly: "You are so lion-like. Look at the stall over there, the handwriting of others is only sold for dozens of cents per piece."

The copybooks of the two stalls over there are indeed very low prices. The same size of the articles are several times lower or even ten times lower. They can also bargain, just like selling vegetables in a vegetable market.

But this is not because Chen Sanlang sold it high, but for a reason. The paper and pen and ink he used are of grade quality materials. Each piece of character costs about fifty cents. What about labor costs? Pen and ink are not commodities with small profits but quick turnover. If they are sold out without a similar profit, they are worthless.

The materials used in the stalls over there are all inferior goods. Needless to say, the paper is a bamboo paper that costs a few cents a knife; the ink is the cheapest yellow mud ink. If the things you draw are too dry for a long time, the ink will fall off; if it is slightly damp, it will be defiled and will be disfigured.

In contrast, Chen Sanlang's copybook can be said to be a sincere work, and he is unwilling to sell his works at a low price just to earn a few cents.

"Others are others, I am me."

When the fat man heard this, his fat face collapsed: "Whatever you do, I've come to Xiao Qinhuai, and I want to pretend to be noble. I'm gonna sell it for thirty cents or not, I bet this is the highest price you can sell."

“Not selling.”

Chen Sanlang was too lazy to pay attention to him.

The fat man cursed and walked away with a ignorant curse.

Time passed without realizing it. The moon was in the sky. The pleasure boats that were originally parked on the shore began to spread out as long as they were wrapped by guests. But at this time, there were still many people wearing bright clothes standing on the shore, one by one, looking at the distance of the water, as if waiting for something.

A brilliantly lit pleasure boat suddenly came from the water in the distance. It was very large, about ten feet long, and looked like a giant. The bow shape was also unique, it was a standing lady shape, and the construction was beautifully painted, with a fluttering belt, lifelike.

Seeing this pleasure boat appear, the people waiting on the shore immediately cheered and many people shouted: "The boat from the ** Tower is here."

In Xiao Qinhuai, ** Tower is a giant-like existence with the deepest background, the most money, the most beautiful girls, and many more.

It must be mentioned that ** Building is a chain operation, and there are semicolons in other prefectures in Yangzhou and above the Shili Qinhuai.

Such a century-old store is quite rare in Fengyuejie.

The old store runs its own set, and the most talked about the quintessential system is the most talked about. The so-called quintessential women are the most beautiful and charming women in the building. Most of them are beauties sold to the building since childhood. They have received systematic and formal training since childhood. From behavior and etiquette, to piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, to bed skills, they all have to learn. If they are not proficient, they will not be considered as master.

You cannot pick up customers without leaving the teacher.

The courtesan of ** Building is selected every year. The competition includes music, calligraphy and painting, demeanor, one set after another, and the competition is quite fierce. After comparing these talents, the final part is the real bidding process. All the participating beauties stand on the stage and let the bosses bid for the right to break the melon.

The one with the highest price is the real courtesan.

This year, the courtesan of the ** Building is called "Jiang Yufei". Her broken melon rights are sold for 500 stagnant, which is really shocking and makes people sigh: It turns out that the best seller is this body!

But recently, a newcomer came to the ** Tower. His face was not exquisite and perfect, but his figure was full of charm, especially his eyes, and he looked back and smiled and looked charming, which was simply a reversal of all living beings. This woman called herself the Eighteen Girls. She was born in a wealthy family. Later, because of the decline of her family, her family was devastated and she was desperate, so she sold herself in the world.

The ** building was as if she had a treasure, so she immediately helped her pack it from beginning to end, and then launched it to bid for customers. The first night was sold for fifteen cents of silver; the second night was raised to thirty cents of silver; the third night was the price soared, reaching 100 cents of silver...

What is even more surprising is that the same guest was the same for three consecutive nights, Zhao Dewei, the boss of Liang'an Money House in Nanyang Prefecture.

This situation is really rare. A friend asked Zhao Dewei what skills did the Eighteen Ji have to make him, a veteran of flower cerebralization, and linger again and again?

Zhao Dewei's face was full of intoxication and replied with a sigh: "I have never tasted it. After tasting it, all other women were tasteless."

He was even willing to spend a lot of money to help Shibaji redeem himself.

Such a generous sum of money was quite moved and went to ask Shibaji. Unexpectedly, the woman actually replied that she was unwilling to do so, saying that she had experienced many disasters and was completely disappointed and did not want to marry someone else as a wife and concubine again.

**After thinking about it, I felt that keeping this money tree is also a good choice, and I don’t force it.

Tonight is the fourth night that Shibaji has started to pick up customers. Many people want to board the boat and see how much money she will sell for her overnight rights tonight. Many people think that this woman is in a fierce momentum. In time, the market will likely surpass the new flower courtesan Jiang Yufei.

Some people are proud and some are disappointed. It is said that Jiang Yufei is depressed and wants to fight back to the limelight. She even put aside her reserve and was willing to spend time with her customers.

The pleasure boat slowly wandered towards the shore. When it got closer, I saw a woman with some flowers on the help of the pleasure boat waving her handkerchief and laughing at the man watching the shore.

This is a small way to create an atmosphere and attract customers. It is just a girl with ordinary market conditions, and those with grades will not let go of their figure and show up in public.

Looking at the girls, the situation on the shore began to boil.

"Wow, look, isn't that the Eighteen-Miss?"

Suddenly, a sharp-eyed screamed, pointed at the deck of the bow of the pleasure boat.

A graceful woman was standing there, standing on the railing and watching, as if she was sad. Beside her was a maid.

It’s a pity that the woman’s head was slightly hanging, and the direction was on the other side of the water, so she couldn’t see it very clearly.

But the men on the shore were already fanatical, as if they were just looking at the woman, their whole body was about to get hot, and they were about to move somewhere, so they shouted in unison: "Eighteen Sisters! Eighteen Sisters! Eighteen Sisters!"

The sound was shocking, which shocked the people in the willow forest all rushed over and rushed to the shore to watch.

“What’s the situation?”

Chen Sanlang was shocked and saw that the crowd was trampling without any particularity. Some hateful steps trampled on his stall. He quickly packed up and finally grabbed four copybooks. As for the other six, they were all stepped on and could not be sold any longer.

"hateful!"

I feel very distressed, the loss is a huge one.

But just now, I didn't know which guy got the black feet, so I couldn't investigate it.

Chen Sanlang secretly called out bad luck and had no intention of selling it. He took the copybook back into the book, pondered for a moment, followed the crowd to the shore to see what was going on.

The viewer was like a blockage, unable to squeeze in and could not see anything.

Chen Sanlang gritted his teeth and simply climbed up a willow tree and sat on the tree. Now he could see clearly. Seeing this, others suddenly realized it and went up to the tree to see it.

Listening to the thunderous shouting, the woman at the bow of the boat was alarmed, so she looked up and looked like peach blossoms, her eyes like autumn water, and water dripped into people's hearts.

The crowd was crazy about it, and hesitating at the bottom was incredible.

Chen Sanlang was stunned. The sword box in his arms made the "buzzing" move, as if he was about to break out of the box, fly away, and cut off the woman's head.
Chapter completed!