He stood there, looking at the sky with his head held high for a long time, and finally nodded with satisfaction, and called Xiaoli to find a wooden ladder, and pasted these undried Spring Festival couplets from the inside out to the door one by one.

When Chen Xian stood on the ladder in front of the street gate, and was carefully supported by Lu Xiaochai and his servant, he was holding the last Spring Festival couplet, and he heard someone coming jokingly with the sound of firecrackers.

"Oh, I thought this kid was really sick and unable to move! Xiangyun, look, even the living monkey who climbed up and down..."

Chen Xian looked back and saw that it was Feng Niang and Xiang Yun who were twisting meat with firecrackers, and the gift came with a smile.

It is already thirty years old, and the Huancai Building is closed. The waiters who run the hall are going to go home to reunite. They will only open the door to entertain guests after the second year of the lunar month. Now there are only a dozen charming Qinghong Gonggongs who regard the building as their home and the brothel Song Jinfeng.

"Feng Niang." Lu Xiaochai hurriedly bowed and bowed.

Chen Xian took the Spring Festival couplets he had just posted. After confirming that they were sticking them firmly, he climbed down from the ladder and smiled and said, "I'm here to pay New Year's greetings, but there are no red envelopes!"

Feng Niang spitted in anger, but Xiangyun's cheeks turned red and she bowed slightly.

In fact, it was not popular in the Ming Dynasty to visit New Year in person. As the folk proverb says, "Don't go to the house to greet New Year, you don't have to go to the house to send a business card to meet people." There is a paper bag made of red paper hanging at the door of the house of a slightly identifiable person, and the words "receive blessings" are written on the paper bag. If you want to greet this family, you only need to ask the servant to put it into the "receive blessings" bag with a famous post.

If you really come to pay New Year's greetings, it is probably because your relatives and juniors are greeting the elders. Chen Xian made this big joke, just like a comparing Feng Niang to a junior, which will naturally make her unable to get out of Taiwan.

Lu Xiaochai quietly glanced at Chen Xian, and then walked into the mansion with a smile on her face, Feng Niang and Xiangyun.

When the two entered the yard, they saw the couplets written by Chen Xian, Xiangyun covered her mouth and exclaimed: "Young Master Chen is really talented."

Chen Xian was already quite satisfied with his operation just now, but at this moment he was praised by Xiangyun, so he couldn't help laughing and said happily: "I can just pick up wherever I am, hehe."

He was not as modest as he was, Xiangyun had to smile, but he didn't know how to respond to him.

In fact, the sentence "Who is the right person in the world to ask who is the master" in Chen Xian's couplet is a bit provocative. Fortunately, Feng Niang and Xiangyun are both brothels who have been in the world for a long time and are used to seeing all kinds of things in the world. At this moment, seeing these sentences Chen Xian hangs, he actually feels a sense of identity.

Several people entered the house and without saying a word, Chen Xian shouted in surprise: "What! Are you going to celebrate the New Year here?"

It’s not that Feng Niang and Xiangyun are not welcomed to celebrate the New Year, but... Feng Niang just wanted to ask all the left-behind women in Huancai Building to count! Chen Xian was confused at first, and then said in his heart: Do you treat me as a place? Are you divided into Huancai Buildings?

"Yes!" Feng Niang raised her eyebrows and looked provocative, but she seemed to have helped Chen Xian very much as she spoke: "Do you know that your new residence must be popular in order to be popular?"

"If you were the only one, wouldn't it be miserable?"

"Wait!" Chen Xian raised his hand, interrupted Feng Niang's words, and said, "Is Xiaochai here? Besides, this is not my new home, it is my house!"

"Hmph!" Song Jinfeng rolled her eyes and snorted: "Why should you let her stay with you before you comb her together!"

"I!" Chen Xian was stunned by her words, and then said annoyedly: "I have not been able to comb the little hairpin yet, but it is because an old witch mists it!"

"You damn poor scholar! Who is the old witch?"

"Hmph, I just said that there was an old witch who interfered with it. You had to take the lead. What's the solution for me..."

For a moment, the main house became lively.

In fact, there is indeed such a custom about Feng Niang. After arguing with her, Chen Xian suddenly discovered this problem - he had no servants in his mansion as big as his own, so he secretly decided to ask Xiaoli to help find a few servants after the second day of the lunar month.

Chen Xian never thought that the first New Year's Eve he came to this world would have been spent like this.

The orioles dance, and the graceful women surrounded him in the center. These women who have been scattered in brothels all year round have their own strengths.

A Qing Gong'er who is good at calligraphy and painting carries a pen to draw red plums in the snow, a Qing Gong'er who is good at dancing puts on a long-sleeved dance robe and dances gracefully. A red Gong'er who is good at calligraphy is even more like a Shuquan who drinks wine and makes Chen Xianwang's dust...

For a time, this small house located in Qiantang County, Hangzhou Prefecture was filled with flowers, singing and dancing, and it was very lively.

At this time, Chen Xian was dizzy and swelled by Shuquan and Feng Niang. He was already unable to drink, and his body was recovering. After drinking a few cups, he felt a little painful. The room was getting more and more dull because of the burning of charcoal basins and heating pipes. He rubbed his head and walked out of the door.

The yard was covered with snow in the morning. After a day, it was already covered with black mud. Fortunately, the weather did not mean to turn clear for a while, so it still snowed in the middle of the night.

The newly planted plum blossoms by the wall have already bloomed in the snow a few days ago. The color is not as bright as imagined, but it is more elegant.

The woman walked out, she bowed and called out in a clear voice: "Young Master Chen."

"Oh!" Chen Xian turned around and smiled, "Does Miss Xiangyun also think the room is too boring? My warm pipe seems to be of great significance!"

Although the winter in the south is not as cold as the north, it is a kind of wet and cold that overflows from the bones. Chen Xian is definitely unwilling to suffer this kind of injury. Fortunately, although the smelting technology in this era is far inferior to that after six hundred years, it is still no problem to create the kind of iron sheet used to wrap iron rods. He spent dozens of silver to let the blacksmith build a warm pipe surrounding the house. A warm basin under the pipe can allow heat to surround the house with the pipes.

Xiangyun smiled sweetly and said, "Xiangyun wants to thank Mr. Chen in person."

Chen Xian raised his eyebrows and smiled and said, "It's just a matter of raising hands, why should I be polite to a girl?"

After hearing Chen Xian's words, Xiangyun looked down at the snow on the ground. There was a bit of grief in her expression. She did not have the sweetness she had always shown. She said softly: "I have been like this white snow in my life, born clean and crystal clear, but as she fell to the ground, she fell into dust..."

Speaking of this, she sighed faintly: "In the end, she was trampled on by wantonly and turned into black mud that no one wants to take a look at."

Chen Xian looked back at her and saw that her expression was sad and not as if she was fake. He understood in his heart that the woman was thinking about her own life experience and became self-pitying.

He thought about it, but didn't know how to persuade him. He was even more afraid of causing trouble, so he could only nod at her comfortingly, and turned around and walked into the house in disappointment.
Chapter completed!