The damaged city walls, potholed streets, crooked shops and houses, the Peiping in front of you is in sharp contrast to the bustling Beijing of later generations. Now that King Yan has been killed, there is no Yongle Dynasty, and the possibility of the imperial court moving the capital to Peiping is slim.
, Peiping will probably not be able to regain its new life.
Touched by the scene, Wan Lei couldn't help but sigh: His fatal shot not only killed a prince, but also destroyed a world-wide metropolis. This was truly a shocking shot.
Feelings of emotion, Wan Lei will never forget that the purpose of this trip is to make money. Although Peking is dilapidated, the emaciated camels are bigger than horses. As the capital of the Yuan Dynasty, there are still many rich households living in Peking, and these are the landlords and old wealthy people.
High-ranking officials and wealthy businessmen make a lot of money.
Due to problems such as desertification, the sandstorms in the north were very strong during the Ming Dynasty. Dry skin was not only a problem for female compatriots, but men also suffered from it. The emergence of Tiger Balm is to solve this problem, even for the roughest skin.
After using it, it becomes softer and smoother. As long as it is marketed properly, Wan Lei believes that it will soon become popular throughout Beiping City and even the entire northern region.
Since this was the first time he came to Peiping and he was not familiar with life, Zhao Xueer looked around and found everything new. Wan Lei did not have the leisure time to go shopping, so he grabbed a passerby and asked, "Brother, is there a fireworks alley in the city?"
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"Turn left ahead and cross two streets." The passerby responded angrily, shook his head and left, muttering in a low voice: "You are so poor, and you still want to visit a brothel. I really don't know what to do."
The passers-by were obviously convinced. Wan Lei was tall, with sharp edges on his face, and he looked very determined. Unfortunately, the outfit he wore did not match his figure. He wore a gray linen jacket.
Naoki was washed and turned white, his cotton coat had several large patches on it, and he had a small melon-skin hat on his head. He looked like a straw bag from the countryside.
After Wan Lei found out the way, he took the horse and went in the direction pointed by the passerby. Zhao Xueer, who was accompanying him, hurriedly caught up and asked in confusion: "Going to Fireworks Alley? What are you doing?"
"Promotion." Wan Lei answered simply.
"Sales?" Zhao Xueer still didn't understand. She thought that when Wan Lei came to the city this time, he wanted to learn from those charlatans and hawk on the street. Who would have thought that this guy went straight to the fireworks field without making any money? He was so anxious.
You can't be in such a hurry.
"Our facial cream is different from Dali Pill. It is not for the working people, but for rich ladies. Those young ladies don't leave the house and don't go out. It's useless to sell them on the street. The only best place to sell them is in brothels.
"Wan Lei smiled calmly. All women love beauty, especially prostitutes, because they rely on their faces to make a living, and their market is also very broad.
In addition, the saints have said that food and sex are also factors. As a man, Wan Lei knows that men are not only lustful, but also good at talking about sex. Which one has a pretty pink head, which one is passionate, which one is coquettish, are all topics for discussion among sex lovers before tea and after dinner.
.If the powder in a brothel suddenly becomes white and fragrant, it will definitely become explosive news. The publicity effect of this kind is many times better than hawking on the street.
The group of two people passed two streets and saw a street lined with red plum trees and green pine trees. The sound of silk and bamboo could be heard from the colorful buildings on both sides. Several young women in rich clothes were leaning in front of the buildings.
, winking and waving at people passing by, it is really a good fireworks spot, in sharp contrast to the dilapidated city of Beiping.
"Brother Wan, this place is in chaos, let's not go in." Zhao Xueer couldn't help but blush when she saw the sisters using obscene words to attract guests, and she was not willing to go in when they were on the street.
"It's okay. We are here to do business, not to visit prostitutes. Let's go in together. What are you afraid of?" Wan Lei, who has always been a lawless tomboy, was actually afraid sometimes. Wan Lei couldn't help but smile. Seeing Zhao Xueer, he still looked hesitant.
He looked determined and said, "Okay then, I'll go in by myself and you can relax outside."
"Are you going in by yourself?" Zhao Xueer looked around and found that the people coming and going were all people from the third-rate and ninth-level religions. She couldn't help but feel a little worried. She gritted her teeth and said, "Let's go in together. I'm afraid someone will do something bad to you."
Wan Lei smiled and led the horse forward. In fact, he knew what Zhao Xueer was afraid of. She was afraid of seeing some unsightly sights. After all, she was only in her teens, and those adult matters were not suitable for children. However, Wan Lei also knew that,
The brothel is not as obscene and obscene as imagined.
When it comes to what people called prostitutes at that time, most of them were mainly for showing off their love affairs. It's not that they didn't do sex business, but they also talked about love and concubine. Those who took off their pants for money were not called prostitutes, but called secret prostitutes. Secret prostitutes gathered together.
The place is not called a brothel, but a brothel. It is a place visited only by poor ghosts.
As a high-end social place where officials and gentry gather, brothels are naturally polite and will not take off their pants in public. Wan Lei has watched too many Japanese love action movies, and he has no psychological pressure at all from this small scene.
However, when he was about to enter a brothel called Changchun Yuan, he was stopped by the gatekeeper Turtle Gong.
"Go, go, go. If you want to eat, go to the north of the city. There is a porridge shed there." Apparently, Turtle Gong was also willing to accept people, and directly treated the ragged Wan Lei as a beggar.
"Hey, you are such a scornful person, how could you ever see that we are beggars?" Before Wan Lei could get angry, Zhao Xueer became anxious first.
"Hmph! You are not beggars. There will be no beggars in the world that day! You say you are not beggars, come up with money! Our Changchun Courtyard is different from other places. You have to charge one hundred to enter the door. If you don't have money, don't even think about it.
Enter."
"You..." Zhao Xueer impulsively wanted to rush over and hit someone, but Wan Lei stopped her, "Let's go, don't be like this kind of villain, you may make them cry in the future."
"What the hell, dogs look down on people, I just can't stand it." Zhao Xueer was dragged away, but she still said angrily, and the turtle man who blocked the door had a disdainful smile on his face, and kept taunting them.
He was a beggar with no money, which made her even more angry.
"You are my sales assistant, and you will be responsible for shipping and collecting money from now on. If you don't like him, just don't sell things to him in the future." Wan Lei said calmly.
"Yes, even if I put the cream on the wall, I won't sell it to them."
After Zhao Xueer calmed down, she and Wan Lei visited a few brothels that were quite prosperous. In the end, they were all beaten with sticks by Mr. Turtle. Zhao Xueer became angry again and pulled Wan Lei and said she didn't want to go shopping anymore.
, let’s find another place to promote it.
Wan Lei was also a little discouraged. He thought that when he came to the brothel and shouted, he could get prostitutes to try it out, but who would have thought that there were not only prostitutes in the brothel, but also turtle men. Each of these people was more snobbish than the last, and they had no money to open the door.
You can't even get through the brothel door.
It is said that Wan Lei is tall and strong, and is protected by Zhao Xue'er, who is good at kung fu. If he really wants to break in, those turtle men can't stop him. However, Wan Lei knows that the purpose of his trip is to promote, not to cause trouble.
As a low-key person, he didn't bother to argue with these snobs.
When Wan Lei was frustrated and about to leave, he looked up and saw a small courtyard at the end of the street, with a green cloth hanging from the Si Yiyuan hanging on it. It was deserted. Not only were there no prostitutes soliciting customers in front of the door, but they even came
The clients who come and go also stay away from each other.
"Is anyone there?" Wan Lei walked to the door of the courtyard, found that the door was closed, and knocked on the door several times.
"We are closed today. Please come back, sir." A haggard female voice came from the courtyard.
"We are not here to look for beauty, but we have other important matters."
With a "swish" sound, the door opened, and half of the face of an old madam with a haggard face and severely chapped lips was revealed. She glanced at Wan Lei, then at Zhao Xueer behind Wan Lei, and then said: "Are you going to sell yourself? Come in.
Talk in detail."
"No, we have other important matters." Being regarded as a human trafficker, Wan Lei explained before Zhao Xueer got angry.
"If you don't want to be a prostitute or a prostitute, what are you doing here?" The madam was unhappy and reached out to close the door.
"Wait a minute, I have something more valuable than ten yellow-flowered girls." Wan Lei pushed open the door, and at the same time showed off his old lady's skills in selling melons.
"Hmph, stop bragging. Is there anything in this world that is more valuable than ten girls?"
"This thing." Wan Lei took out a small porcelain bottle from the back of the suitcase, and then Wang Po sold melons: "This is a facial balm made from my ancestral secret recipe. Applying it can nourish your skin and prevent skin damage.
Cracked lips, especially chapped lips."
"You brat, just brag as hard as you can. If you had such a good thing, you would have presented it to the palace a long time ago. There is no need to come here to cheat. Don't you brat think that I am an old bustard and that it is easy to deceive." The old bustard
Still don't believe it.
"Hearing is false, seeing is believing, why don't you try it first." Wan Lei opened the porcelain bottle, and a strong scent of osmanthus came out. The reason why he didn't take out the best dark fragrance Aoxue was because of this
The madam's attitude made him unhappy, so he only gave her inferior goods.
Although it is a second-rate product, this Osmanthus Ten Miles is suitable for ordinary prostitutes. After all, most of them do not rely on their elegant taste to attract prostitutes, but rely on their skin and flesh, that is, the most direct sensory stimulation. Zunzhisufen is their nickname.
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The old bustard smelled the vulgar strong fragrance, and said without changing his expression: "I will use it if you tell me to use it. Who knows if it is poisonous or not, or if it will disfigure your face if you put it on?"
I can find someone to settle the bill with."
"It doesn't matter if you don't believe me, sister Xue'er, you can try it on and show her." As soon as Wan Lei finished speaking, Zhao Xueer became unhappy and said, "You think my face is a wall. You can apply it if you want. I've already applied it.
After that, if you apply it again, your face will become oily.”
Despite the protest, Zhao Xueer still stretched out a white finger and applied some on her lips. Immediately, her lips had a shiny feeling. She also applied a little on her eyebrows, two lines.
Liu Yue's eyebrows became thin and long. Finally, she rubbed her hands together a few times and rubbed her face. Her little face suddenly became white and rosy, and she looked a bit like a beauty.
"How's it going? My girl looks pretty good, isn't she pretty?" Wan Lei asked with a smile.
"Yes, yes, but is this thing really useful?" The madam touched the creams with her fingers, but she still didn't dare to use them.
"You should try it first. Anyway, your lips are already very cracked. No matter how bad it is, it won't be much worse. I guarantee that after you apply it, your lips will be restored within an hour."
"Really?" The madam still didn't believe it. After all, Wan Lei and Zhao Xueer's shabby clothes made her subconsciously think that they were charlatans.
"What's real or fake? If you don't want to use it, forget it. Let's go." Zhao Xueer became impatient and pulled Wan Lei away. Wan Lei threw the bottle of Osmanthus Shili in his hand into the old bustard's hand and said: "This bottle
It's yours. I'll come again tomorrow. If you think it's useful, we'll talk about it then."