Yan Shifan was furious, when did this sinister guy dare to talk to him like this!
"Are you teaching me how to do things?"
Zhao Wenhua shivered out of habit, but to his surprise, he was not as scared as before.
However, he still lowered his head, his attitude aggrieved and careful.
"I'm worried that this gust of wind hasn't passed yet, because it would be inappropriate if something goes wrong again."
Yan Song felt that what his godson said was reasonable, and he also advised Yan Shifan.
"Donglou, what Wen Hua said makes sense, I never said anything about the women you raised.
But if there are really losers among them, let's send them away. A gentleman moves with the times and cannot go against the trend."
Yan Shifan drank another glass of wine viciously, told Yan Song perfunctorily that he understood, got up and left.
He returned to his bedroom and took out a pill, which was light red and about the size of his little finger. He hesitated, put it in his mouth, and swallowed it.
Soon his whole body became hot, and his face showed a happy and intoxicated expression. He opened the secret compartment of the bedroom, walked into a secret room, and then passed through a spacious secret passage, and his eyes suddenly opened up.
There is a huge hall with a thick blanket on the floor. The earthworms pass through the blanket, making the whole room warm. There are more than ten huts on the edge of the hall, all with lights on.
There were about a dozen beautiful women in the hall, wearing light gauze, lying down, walking or sitting. When they saw Yan Shifan coming in, some of them came forward to greet him in a flattering manner, and some remained motionless.
Yan Shifan glanced at them and took out two pills from his arms.
Those women, whether they were coming towards him or sitting still, could not help but tremble all over, as if they had seen the most tempting yet terrifying thing.
Yan Shifan smiled evilly, stretched out his arms to hug the two who came up to them, stuffed each of them with a pill, and then pulled them into the small room next to them. Soon, moans and roars could be heard.
This is the backyard of Yan Song's Prime Minister's Mansion, surrounded by high walls and isolated from the outside world. People outside think this is the warehouse of the Prime Minister's Mansion, but they don't know that Yan Shifan has already built it into a house of bliss.
After a long time, Yan Shifan stopped, sweating profusely, and the two women had collapsed on the bed. Yan Shifan stood up with satisfaction, put on his clothes, and nodded to one of the women.
"You two are doing well. You can be transferred to the front to serve us tomorrow."
There are also many women in Xiao Feng's family, but they are incomparable to Yan Shifan's House of Paradise.
Because they were fighting for a bowl of soup, Zhang Yunqing and Wang Yingxiang were suppressed by force, and finally succeeded in filling their stomachs.
Neither of the parents participated in the war, but looked at Xiao Feng with red faces and embarrassed, feeling that their daughter was so embarrassed.
Zhang Yunqing did not have any parents present, but he expressed surprise that he was knocked down by Qiaoqiao with one hand.
"Qiaoqiao, you are just like a calf, you are so energetic!"
Since Xiao Feng refined the unearthed monosodium glutamate, Xiao Feng's family's food consumption has increased dramatically, and Qiao Niang has also gained great confidence in her cooking skills.
In order to maintain confidentiality, front-row residents represented by Qi Jiguang are not yet able to enjoy the same treatment.
So when Qi Jiguang was practicing martial arts with Qiaoqiao, he was very puzzled when he saw Qiaoqiao's eyes light up as soon as it was time to eat and she had no intention of practicing anymore.
This girl is so cute, but she is a real foodie! She doesn’t care about anything as long as she has food to eat!
The residents in the front row are currently very powerful, and Qi An and Lan's father live in the concierge. Originally, Xiao Feng wanted to place Lan Niang in the back row, living with his female relatives, but Lan Niang did not want to be separated from her husband, so she also moved to the front row.
I chose a small house in a row of houses.
In this way, Lan Dad would be on duty with Qi An in the concierge during the day, or go out to buy vegetables during the shift. In fact, this kind of time was very rare. Most of the rice, grains and vegetables were delivered by the clerks from Tianci Food Store.
In the evening, Lan's father returned to Lan Niang's hut, and the couple could have dinner together.
Qi Jiguang, Zhan Yu and Zhang Wuxin still lived in the house in the front row. Later, the ban was lifted in Prince Yu's Mansion, and Zhan Yu began to run around, sometimes living in Prince Yu's Mansion, and sometimes coming back to live there.
These three guys competed together in martial arts when they had nothing to do. The ranking of martial arts was obvious: Zhang Wuxin was stronger than Zhan Yu, and Zhan Yu was stronger than Qi Jiguang.
But when it comes to battlefield command and military tactics, it's the other way around. Zhang Wuxin and Zhan Yu are still very interested in this and actively seek abuse.
So the daily activities of the three of them are that Zhang Wuxin beats up Zhan Yu and Qi Jiguang first, and then Qi Jiguang strategizes and blasts Zhan Yu and Zhang Wuxin.
The Xiao Mansion implements a large canteen system, and the meals are cooked by Qiao Niang and delivered to each house. However, Xiao Feng's MSG is added to the dishes separately after they are cooked, so the people in the front row are treated differently.
This is not because Xiao Feng is stingy, but because he needs to keep it secret. At the same time, he also conducts a control group test to see how long meals with and without MSG can keep people fresh and exciting.
So far, the effect is very successful. The people in the back row have been enjoying MSG for half a month, and they still maintain a strong appetite and show no signs of aesthetic fatigue.
The people in the front row have never experienced MSG. They are pure control test subjects, waiting for the day when their taste buds will be baptized, not by Qiao Niang, but by Liu Ruyun.
Among the three rows of houses, only Xiao Feng lives in the middle row. This is not because he wants to show off, but because no one else wants to live in the same row as him, and he is inexplicably disliked.
The Chinese New Year will be here in a few days, and there is a Chinese New Year atmosphere everywhere in the capital. Even if you have money or not, you still have to celebrate the New Year. Besides, no matter how poor the people in the capital are, they are better off than in other places.
To put it bluntly, beggars in the capital can get fatter than those in other places.
Therefore, the streets are bustling, especially the main street, where people are everywhere talking about buying and selling. At this time, the main street is very expensive, and it is not easy to grab a stall.
The old Taoist became the second master of WTO Temple and no longer appeared on the street to tell fortunes. His own stall was soon occupied by others.
On the contrary, it was the place where Xiao Feng had fortune telling. Although the tables and chairs had been taken away and hidden by the old Taoist, that place had always been empty. Logically speaking, it was a prime location.
A young man who came from outside the city to sell vegetables could not find a place to set up a stall, so he had to carry a burden and sell vegetables along the street. When he walked around the main street, his eyes suddenly lit up!
Are you so lucky today? It's almost noon at this time, and there is actually a small open space in this prime location. It really takes no effort to get it.
He was afraid that he would not be able to grab it, so he rushed forward with a load, braked suddenly, and stopped in the open space, and then set up a stall while shouting.
As soon as I shouted, several vendors nearby gathered around me.
"What are you doing? Who asked you to set up a stall here?"
The young man was startled. He looked at these fellow stall holders and thought that in the past, gangsters would always blackmail them when they came to the city. Could it be that gangsters are so miserable now that they have started to set up stalls part-time?
After all, he was full of blood and was not to be outdone: "Stop setting up a stall, don't fool me. My uncle often comes to the city to sell things. He said that the stalls on the main street are first come, first served and not fixed!"
A tofu seller nodded: "This rule is correct, but stalls are not allowed in this area. This is a rule set by all merchants on the main street."
The young man didn't believe it: "Don't think I'm from the countryside. You want to bluff me. Why can't I set up a stall in this place?"
Next to him was a butcher with a sinister face and a gleaming boning knife in his hand, looking very impatient.
"What nonsense are you talking about? You say it can't be done, but it can't be done!"
The young man was so frightened that he took half a step back and took out his carrying pole to regain his courage. An old scholar who was ghostwriting letters for others stopped the butcher.
"Butcher Zhang, don't be so impatient. This young man doesn't know. Young man, this place is where Master Xiao set up a stall to test calligraphy. The merchants on the main street set the rules together, so this place is reserved for him."
The young man smacked his lips: "I know Mr. Xiao, he is a good person. I heard that even... well, he is a good person and a good official anyway. But he will not come back to set up a stall again, so what is there to do with the space?"
"What are we most afraid of when setting up stalls?"
The young man scratched his head, he knew this.
"The most afraid of gangsters."
"Now on the whole main street, no gangsters dare to harass us. Do you know why?"
"Is it because of Master Xiao?"
"Exactly, Mr. Xiao sent the police officers of Shuntian Mansion to work together and beat the gangsters in the city until they were running around. Except for some gangsters hanging around in the casino, the rest either changed their profession or ran out of the capital to hang out outside.
Already."
The young man was shocked: "No wonder, our town recently went to see some gangsters from the capital city, and they even had a fight with the local gangsters, and later they became acquainted with them. So they ran away from the capital city?"
"So, everyone who sets up stalls in the capital is grateful to Master Xiao. We keep this place as a thought, and if any ruffians come over to cause trouble, we will point it out to them.
No matter how awesome you are, can you be better than Zhao Er? Back when Zhao Er was running rampant in the capital, when Master Xiao just came out to test calligraphy, he beat Zhao Er severely in front of this stall!
Where is Zhao Er now? In the prison of Shuntian Mansion, waiting for Master Xiao to be punished! Where are his brothers? They have all been kicked out of the capital! Which scoundrel dares to touch them? "
The young man understood, and he began to put away his vegetables without saying a word. The tofu seller looked at him and shouted to several vendors who were surrounding him.
"Everyone is crowded, let's carve out a place for this young man at a few stalls."
The stall that was originally crowded has become even more crowded now, but no matter how crowded it is, the place where Xiao Feng used to measure his calligraphy is so strangely empty, like a small miracle.
Xiaomei, who was passing by with a box of rouge and gouache, looked at these vendors with pride and sadness.
"My uncle is really famous, but it's almost the Chinese New Year. Why doesn't he come home to see my lady?"