The girls were so chattering that they forgot to pretend to be ladies. They looked at Song Wen's figure from a distance and started chatting, making the tall man next to them look very curious.
The man looked at the back of the young man on the balcony in the distance and asked the servant next to him: "I heard they said that young man is one of the proprietors of Wazi Street? Brother Wen... who is he? Why are he here?
Do brothel girls have such a transcendent status in their hearts?"
The old slave replied respectfully: "Master, this boy is now a famous figure in the Bianliang market. Last year he was a little turtle from a slave! Somehow he made a dancer in Wazi Street famous.
Qu Huji Hot Dance... and then it got out of hand. The business of Zixuanlou was almost catching up with the three major brothels in Bianliang! Later, he persuaded the remaining proprietors of Wazi Street and took a large sum of money to sell Wazilou.
He made the entire sub-street look like this...and taught these girls all kinds of flower crafts. It is said that even the scenery, decorations and courtyards here were designed by him."
The noble man nodded... "He is really a strange man. It's a pity that he has been reduced to the market and has no future."
"Oh, by the way! Master... He was also the young man from the city who bet his life in the Jiuxian Tournament with Yelushan, the young prince of the Liao Kingdom! He used to be a small proprietor of Sihai Winery... but later Sihai Winery was
The inner court accepted it, but a crazy brewmaster called Jiu Zhongxian ran away. As a result, although the Huo Shaochun can still be ignited, the taste has become bitter and violent, which is a pity..."
The noble man curled his lips: "So it's him... the taste of Huo Shaochun is really unbearable. The Liao people must have fallen into his scheme. I guess no one in the world can drink so much strong liquor..."
"Master Mingjian, this little turtle must have some evil intentions, and Brother Yelushan is just falling into the trap!"
"It can be considered a small achievement to make the Liao people suffer."
"Master, do you want to reward him?"
"How can he be worthy of my reward due to his birth status? Hahaha..."
"The master is talking about the old slave Meng Lang!"
Inexplicably, Song Wen looked back at the aristocratic guest again. There seemed to be some unknown involvement. Song Wen only felt that the man had a strange feeling that made him dwarfed by others.
Song Wen shook his head, and before returning to the desk, he checked the account books of the people who had recently provided money to the Wazi Street Tea Party, and then approved the expenditure.
The accountant, Sun Mou, was still a little frightened. He came from a poor background and had never achieved any fame. He had never even passed the exam to become a scholar. How had he ever seen such a person spend money like water?
"Don... proprietor! This month, another one thousand nine hundred and forty-two... two hundred and six hundred and fifty yuan were spent."
Sun Mou, who was stuttering, took the account book and explained: "The soup and medicine expenses for the sixteen girls who were sick, and... there were also two little turtle boys who were hit by a carriage... and injured. The rest are all the difficulties the family has encountered.
Yes, there are still a few old girls who want to redeem themselves... We gave each of them fifty taels of dressing money according to the rules! The rest was secretly given to the tea party disciples as monthly money..."
Song Wen nodded: "With Mr. Sun here watching, I feel relieved!"
Sun Mou's face turned red... "Proprietor... you... don't despise me as a rotten scholar who is useless and stutters. How can Sun Mou not... not give his best? Don't worry, proprietor, our money will never be stolen.
It’s watery!”
Song Wen smiled and said: "Mr. Sun's monthly payment is too little. I think I will increase it by another ten guan to make up to 30 guan!"
"Ah? It's too... too much! The proprietor can't help..."
"Don't be polite, save enough money to buy a small courtyard as soon as possible, so that you can marry your unmarried wife back! At first, you were the only one who was not attracted by these girls when we arrived at Wazi Street. It was because of this that I brought my grandson back.
Sir, he stayed. Otherwise, ordinary people would have been buried in this world of mortals!"
"Haha...thank you, proprietor!"
On the second day, Song Wen quietly took Sun Mou and Lin Chong to exchange more than 20,000 taels of silver and 500 copper coins directly with the bank's promissory note, and then brought the little beggar leader An Chun and a dozen smart teenagers to hire
They took two carriages and left Bianliang. Along the way, Lin Chong nervously held a waist knife, and there was a bright silver gun hanging next to the car... There was so much silver in the box, but it made Lin Chong very nervous! But Song Wen
In advance, I quietly hired four highly skilled martial arts masters from Zhou Tong, the master of the Imperial Boxing Hall in the capital, to escort him secretly, so I didn't have any worries at all.
An Chun brought news last night that Li Yan was back!
I quietly bought a lot of clothes, bedding, food, wine and meat, but An Daoquan had no chance to come. Grandpa was leaving Bianliang soon, and went to Daxiangguo Temple to reminisce with the old monk and say goodbye... Such a big thing
As we age, I am afraid that we are separated by life and death, and we will never have the chance to meet again in this life.
There were four carriages. After leaving Bianliang and crossing the Bianhe River, they walked northwest for thirty miles. When they arrived at a market town, Song Wen cautiously changed a few more carriages... Brother Wen was extremely cautious now.
, for fear that some powerful person would be concerned about his family fortune.
Going all the way west, it was not until the afternoon that he saw a few wisps of green smoke floating on the remote mountain villa he bought. Song Wen suddenly had a strange feeling... This was something he had never experienced in Wazi Street or Bianliang.
It feels like it's your own home.
Although there is only an old yard against the mountain, five tenant farmers and a lot of thatched sheds, a shabby warehouse and about a hundred acres of barren fields... Song Wen just feels that this is his home!
"It would be great if the green slave were here... There would be no more tigress-like old witch-like nuns to discipline her and force her to learn how to play the piano and flute, and learn how to please men... Well, I will definitely rescue her!"
Song Wen, who had lowered his guard, cursed and revealed his true feelings for the first time in front of Lin Chong.
Lin Chong's eyes flashed with determination, and he quietly kept Brother Wen's wish in his heart...
From a distance, Song Wen saw a lot of gray and dirty naked children gathering quietly next to the well. Several women from tenant farmers were covering their noses and clearing away a lot of tattered children.
Dirty clothes ignited... a strong stench could be smelled from a distance!
Li Erlang and several young men from the wine shop were distributing his clothes to these half-grown dolls. The clothes were uneven in length and short, but they made these dolls very happy...
Song Wen shouted from a distance: "Li Erlang! Where is Uncle Li? How many people are here in total?"
Li Erlang's face lit up with joy, he ran over and cupped his hands and replied: "To answer my brother's question, we have rescued a total of seventy-two boys, but... there are also six girls! Brother Wen won't want them, right?"
"What are you talking about? Six is too little for me. I can support you more and I will be your wife later... Hahaha!"
Li Erlang blushed with embarrassment and whispered: "Brother is teasing us again. Master, he is very tired. He drank a jar of Huo Shaochun when he came back last night, and he hasn't gotten up yet!"
"This old drunkard still wants to join the army and perform meritorious service! I think he will definitely get into trouble when he is drunk, and I will have to behead him if he has a headache..."
"Fart! It's better to chop you off... Mr. Turtle is saying bad things about me behind my back, right?"
Li Yan walked out in dirty clothes and yawned. Behind her, a group of dirty and dirty teenagers crowded together and looked at Song Wen and others who were standing at the door of Zhuangzi with curiosity and fear.
Several households of tenant farmers also hurriedly came over to pay tribute to Song Wen. Song Wen waved his hand and told them to go about their work. Then he came over and said to Li Yan, "Did the journey go well? Did you encounter any trouble?"
Li Yan's face turned cold and she whispered: "This damn world... do you know what is happening over there on Hebei Road now? The Liao people have calmed down a lot now, but they have gone through Daming Mansion and arrived at Zhending Mansion.
Within the realm, refugees are everywhere and bandits are rampant! There are too many displaced people... I searched for some orphans in the army and orphans of heroes in the world in Daming Mansion and Zhending Mansion, but I only took in forty of those who had a good background...
...The rest are all orphans I picked up on the road! If no one takes them in, they will be sold by people, and the female dolls will be sold into buildings to be prostitutes!"
Song Wen nodded: "It's okay, we can afford it now! Seventy-eight dolls in total?"
"Well, I, Lao Li, can no longer support so many people. Thank you for your hard work... I finally saved some money. Before I can redeem myself for the green slaves, I have to spend it on these orphans... I... I feel really sad
It’s a bit embarrassing.”
"Then just drink less Huoshaochun from now on!"
"That won't work! At worst, I'll just drink and be ashamed at the same time... Anyway, Lao Li, I'm thick-skinned, and I won't be ashamed to death!"