It’s another spring rain in Bianliang, Tokyo, but when the lanterns come on, the men and women under oil-paper umbrellas all over the street are always so confident and elegant.
This is Bianliang, a Bianliang where brothels are everywhere, a Bianliang where the world is rich and intoxicated with dreams and glitz...
"Ahem... Bah! You're a waste of time and have such a moral character that you can't afford to die. Why don't you just throw yourself into the river?"
A man wrapped in a torn jacket spat out a mouthful of yellow phlegm next to the young man lying dead on the haystack in the stable. Then the man cursed and picked up a bag of fodder to feed the horses outside.
The young man didn't even move his eyelids, he just stared blankly at the broken roof of the stable, letting the flies buzz around him.
It's been half a month... Song Wen still doesn't want to accept the fact that he is a miserable time traveler. Moreover, he has also traveled through time and turned into a frail, sick and extremely poor third-rate brothel little turtle!
Thinking about his nearly thirty-year career as a diaosi in his previous life, Song Wen only felt that God was so unfair to him!
Although this is a young man with the same name and surname, he has no royal bloodline and no hatred of the country and family. He has no lovely wife and concubine, and no supporting father... As for the system, he only has the sequelae of systemic typhoid fever, endocrine disorders and severe malnutrition.
"I can't go back... Who has ever heard that shooting Zengyu rockets can kill people? That bastard is mentally retarded, you will definitely be fired, and you will have to pay my family a lot of money..."
A pair of lake green embroidered shoes suddenly appeared in front of Song Wen. A shy girl bit her lip and gently placed a small oil paper bag in Song Wen's hand.
"Brother Wen, hide these snacks and don't let that Hua Liu take them away again. I'm going to Daxiangguo Temple in a few days to study with a teacher. I'm afraid I won't be able to bring you food these days... You want
Okay, stop being stupid."
Song Wen was not in the mood to talk to this girl, but the memory of this body seemed to always have the shadow of this girl.
The original owner of this body was sold to a brothel together with several other female and male dolls. Among them was this little green slave... who was beaten, scolded, hungry, suffered from cold and angry. There was also the former Song Wenpu.
The one who went out to take the whip for the green slave...were we childhood sweethearts? Haha, I was actually childhood sweethearts with a brothel prostitute?
The little green slave hurriedly left. Song Wen glanced at the snack paper bag and smiled bitterly in his heart... Whether he could live or not was a matter of course. He also had to worry about a poor prostitute who would be abused by millions of people.
?
What can I do to save her?
Suddenly, a dirty chicken claw-like hand snatched the package of snacks, and Song Wen knew that it was the bad Hua Liuzi again.
This bastard with a sharp mouth and monkey cheeks had a bad belly. He had secretly made Tiezi speak evil words in an attempt to steal Song Wen's good job of serving tea and water in the front yard. After Song Wen nearly died from typhoid fever, he woke up and became stupid again...
...After this guy secured his seat in the front yard, he began to belittle his former companion in every possible way.
Most of the snacks that the green slave carefully gave to Song Wen in the past few days were eaten by this little kid.
As soon as Song Wen turned his head, nearly half of the snack had entered Hua Liu's stomach. Unexpectedly, there was a crack of the whip and Hua Liu jumped out with a roar.
The man who was feeding the animals held a riding crop and cursed: "Hua Liu! You plagued bastard, are you here to bully Song Wen again?"
"Brother Ma Wu, please tell me if you have something to say! Look at him, he's so stupid. It's a waste of snacks for him to eat. I left half of it for you..."
"Thief, get out!"
Hua Liu crawled out and ran out, but finally took away half the pack of snacks.
The horseman Ma Wu frowned and looked at Song Wen, who was still half-dead: "Since you don't want to live anymore, just throw yourself into the Bianhe River. Who can show you this half-dead virtue? This is Bianliang of the Song Dynasty, and life and death are matters every day.
There are too many, who should I show my pretentiousness to?"
If you die, just die! Maybe you can put it back on? Song Wen smiled bitterly and slowly got up.
Ma Wu wondered: "What? Are you really going to throw yourself into the river? Go ahead, go ahead, even if you die and you are a slave, it is still better than living and being abused by others..."
Song Wen suddenly raised his head and looked at Ma Wu: "Thank you, Fifth Brother, for taking care of me. I want to see Bianliang before I die..."
Ma Wu shook his head: "What's there to see in Bianliang? Isn't it just a bunch of masters and a bunch of slaves? The rich treat the poor..."
Song Wen smiled, wandered out of the stable and ran towards the backyard. I remember that when you entered the backyard, you were in the shabby tile house of the handyman. Then there was the kitchen and the woodshed, and then you walked through a moon door and you were in heaven on earth.
The same brothel...Zixuan Tower!
Although Zixuanlou in Bianliang, Tokyo is only a third-rate restaurant, it is still a romantic den for more than a dozen ladies who open the door. The reception and delivery business are not bad, and all kinds of flowers and wine are wrapped around the head for the night, and the money is also delivered like water, in exchange for guests.
There was a lot of fun and a lot of fun, and then there was a night of laughter, crying, sweating, and then my back was sore and my legs were weak.
Song Wen vaguely remembered a lot of dirty things in the brothel, but he had never been to the cloud world or the winter paradise, so he still wanted to see this legendary brothel before he died.
Maybe for men, this kind of curiosity is the strongest driving force in their souls, right?
Song Wen staggered forward, but as soon as he reached the door of the kitchen, he was knocked staggering by someone. A teapot with a green turban cursed: "Who is not smart? Be careful of spilling the guests' food and wine...Song Wen? You
Are you alive? Get out of here and let the madam beat you with a stick if he sees you wandering around..."
Song Wen remembered that this fat teapot was not a bad person, but he didn't want to talk to him. He wandered back to the front yard.
The kitchen was in full swing, and the lights were on just in time to welcome guests. Thanks to the fact that there was no curfew in the Song Dynasty, the men in Bianliang who had a lot of money in their pockets were eager to run out and have fun at night.
Two cooks were quarreling and several apprentices were eating secretly. Song Wen grabbed two buns and wandered into the front yard.
When he took a bite, the gravy was warm, the tender mutton wrapped in mutton fat mixed with the aroma of onions and ginger rolled into his stomach. Song Wen was a little surprised that the food of the Song Dynasty people was actually better than that of later generations! Especially the original taste of wheat flour and mutton.
Exterior aroma is mellow.
Raising his head, Song Wen saw a full moon hanging on the eaves of the three-story brothel. Song Wen wanted to take a good look at this great Song Dynasty...and then die.
There was a crash! A large basin of warm water with the smell of soap came down from the sky and poured it all over Song Wen's head and face...
"Bah, bah... bah!"
After spitting out a few inexplicable debris, Song Wen looked up... and saw the smiling face of a woman without rouge peeking out from behind a window on the second floor.
"Hey, isn't this idiot Song Wen? He didn't die of illness? Why, he got a typhoid fever and still has a fever? Does this mean he wants to drink my sister's vaginal cleansing water? Hahahaha..."
When Song Wen heard that this was the dirty water used by his sister to wash her butt, he was so disgusted that he almost died! This girl looks pretty good, but this is the kiln sister! nnd God knows if she has any flowers or anything like that?
"You...vomit...vomit..."
The two delicious mutton buns completed their mission and were sprayed to the ground by Song Wen. The kiln sister scolded: "Dead virtue! Do you think I'm dirty? That's the water I used to wipe my face and chest. I'm being pretentious! Next time, I'll put the chamber pot
Pour it on the head of you little turtle... Huh!"
With a bang, Sister Yao closed the window. Song Wen breathed a sigh of relief, it just wasn't syphilis water...
A pot of "spring" rain seemed to clear up Song Wen's mind a lot. Why are you watching the excitement? What is your identity? If you go in, won't you be beaten to death by the madam and a few teapots?
"Forget it, no matter how exciting it is, it's just a few routines. How can it be as skilled as the hundreds of teachers from Iijima Aoi? It's probably not very interesting..."
Just as Song Wen was about to leave the brothel, a burst of tiles suddenly sounded from above his head.
A deliberately lowered voice came quietly... "Hey... that boy! Yes, I'm talking about you! Hurry up and pull a ladder over here, hurry up..."
Song Wen tilted his head and looked around. A disheveled guy in his twenties who had just grown a beard was lying next to the eaves of the second floor. He was waving to himself anxiously. There was still noise in the house of the kiln sister who had just splashed water.
It was spread...
Song Wen rolled his eyes and turned around to leave. The guy shouted anxiously: "Don't go, don't go! Save me and I'll give you twenty coins!"
Song Wen didn't even look back.
"One hundred coins!"
Song Wen paused for a moment and continued moving forward.
"One tael of silver! I'll give you one tael of silver..."
Song Wen turned around and saw the man taking out a small piece of broken silver from his arms and looking at him with hope, as if he was about to cry in anxiety.
... There was a ladder just three feet away from this man. Just as the young man was about to curse, he saw Song Wen looking at the silver in his hand coldly. The man sighed and dropped the silver first, and then saw the ladder clatter down.
Be around.
The man breathed a sigh of relief and hurriedly climbed down. He furtively put away the ladder and got under the shadow next to him to tie his belt...
"You little turtle are so brave, you dare to rip off your Mr. Zhao...you...what are you going to do?"
Song Wen rolled his eyes at him: "I'm tired of living, so I'll give you a tael of silver to buy some wine, then drink it and throw yourself into the river!"
"What? The turtle threw himself into the river?" The man was stunned for a moment, pointed at Song Wen and said, "Why did you jump into the river?"