Yi Niang beat the tree trunk and said sarcastically: "If men have no future, why should we let women go out to make money?"
Cao Ying smiled, "Of course making money is not a problem, but now your identity is Lang Jun's cousin, and where is my husband? He is the husband my cousin invited for Lang Jun... Lang Jun came from the countryside of Yuanzhou and did not study.
What kind of books have you read? My cousin has a heart for fighting! Do we still have to let my husband go out to make money?"
"Hypocrisy!" Yi Niang said with a cold face, "Lang Jun has entered the Imperial College now. I was wondering if I could bring the Imperial College over."
Cao Ying sneered, "Those lazy guys, it's just luck that they didn't get themselves killed. But there are still some good players in the Imperial College now. No one knows Ning Yayun's strength, but it will definitely not be bad. By the way, those students...
...If Mr. Lang can make them feel good about him, I wonder if he can still use it in the future."
Yi Niang frowned, "You've said a lot, what do you really want to say?"
"The husband must be an official!"
Cao Ying said seriously: "Lang Jun is a countryman from Yuanzhou. If he doesn't become an official, how can he win over those people and generals?"
Yi Niang scolded: "Yang Lue, that old dog, could have sent your husband to a wealthy family!"
"Sent to be drowned in a horse by the woman in the back house?" Cao Ying said quietly: "You were domineering and brainless back then, and you are still like this now."
Yi Niang was startled and sneered: "Look at you, you are full of hypocrisy and righteousness, but you have the face of a gentleman. Back then, when I was filial to the emperor, I looked down on your hypocrisy and shamelessness, so I didn't reuse you."
Cao Ying chuckled, "What do you know? That's called waiting and watching. I was still young at that time, so naturally I couldn't participate in major events."
Yi Niang said dissatisfied: "Let's get down to business."
Cao Ying shook her head slightly, "You have to know that if I can trick you if I am willing, you have to thank me."
Whoosh!
Yi Niang's hand twitched at her waist, and a soft sword was placed tremblingly on Cao Ying's neck.
Cao Ying smiled and said, "If you have the ability, kill me. I just go underground to look for filial piety to the emperor. After all, I have to make a fortune underground."
Yi Niang smiled sweetly, wrapped the soft sword around her waist, moved her hand, and picked up a slender silver needle at her fingertips.
He said in a very charming tone: "I have learned the art of acupuncture at the Taoist Temple these years."
Cao Ying sighed: "It just so happens that I have had some problems with my waist in recent years. I need a shot."
Yi Niang walked around behind him and inserted the needle.
"How?" The voice was still charming.
Cao Ying praised: "It's sore, numb and swollen."
The voice behind him was a little colder, "If you go down an inch, you will be a chamberlain with birds from now on."
Cao Ying tensed up, then smiled and said: "I'm not young anymore. I haven't used it much in the past few years. Just don't use it if you don't need it."
Having said that, when Yi Niang turned around, Cao Ying's attitude became much better.
"We don't have a large army or huge wealth in our hands. The only way is to help Lang Jun become an official and rise to the top." Cao Ying lowered her voice, "We only need to occupy one county and we will have a foundation. If we can
If you are in charge of a state, then...who can compete with you?"
Yi Niang's charming eyes lit up, "If we can succeed..."
There was more heat in their eyes.
"Mr. Lang is out."
The two of them sat upright and smiled at Yang Xuan who came out.
"I'm going out to make money."
Yang Xuan was a little dissatisfied.
After he left, Yi Niang sighed: "Mr. Lang dislikes you."
Cao Ying stood up and said, "I'm going to get some money."
"You are just about to return to Chang'an. I'm afraid you may have forgotten the way. What should you do?" Yi Niang asked.
"Just waiting."
Cao Ying went to Pingkangfang.
He turned around.
There are many ways to make money, but he has no capital now.
On the side of a brothel in Pingkangfang, several poor writers who wrote letters for others were shaking their heads and explaining to the client what they meant by writing for them.
Business is good.
Cao Ying turned to the other side, found a poor man, and bought his worn-out coat for three cents.
There is definitely something wrong with this person!
How can this piece of clothing be worth three cents?
The poor man was overjoyed.
Cao Ying smiled and said, "I'll give you two dollars first. I have a business here. Do you want to join forces?"
The poor man grabbed the white clothes with both hands, stepped back and warned, "The clothes are mine. If you dare to go back on your word, I will kill you."
Cao Ying put away her smile.
The poor man was stunned for a moment and said, "A gentleman like you will naturally not lie to me. You said, but you are not allowed to ask me to pay for it."
Later in the evening, a poor man dressed in white knelt in front of the largest brothel in Pingkangfang, with a piece of paper in front of him.
A prostitute passed by and leaned over to take a look.
"Sell yourself... and bury your father."
On a shabby cart nearby, there lay a middle-aged man dressed in rags. The man's face was pale, and he was covered with rags, with only half of his face exposed.
"Why!"
Someone passed by and asked, "Where is your family?"
Some people gradually gathered around.
This is the top brothel in Chang'an, and the clients who come in and out are either rich or expensive.
The poor man lowered his head, this was Cao Ying's explanation.
"Aweng has always favored his second uncle's family. Aye just went because he was ill and had no money for treatment. Aye just went. I begged him to buy a coffin, but Aweng..."
The poor man's body trembled, as if he was very sad, "Aweng actually kicked me out."
A rich-looking prostitute frowned, "Isn't this an old beast?"
"No, it's common for families to prefer young children. But if you don't buy a coffin, it shows that this old beast has a vicious mind."
"This old beast should be killed."
"There are also those who spoil their concubines and destroy their wives."
"Old beast!"
A rich man came over and pointed at the poor man. The servant dropped a bunch of copper coins on the spread cloth. The rich man said: "I don't want to sell myself."
"Yes." The poor man thought that it would be more promising to work for a wealthy family, so he wanted to change his mind.
The words of the man in white echoed in my ears, "The servants of those wealthy families are passed down from generation to generation, and outsiders cannot enter."
The rich man sighed, "Take the money so you can do what you want."
The poor man lowered his head and began to cry, with tears falling in large drops.
"Aye!" He was filled with grief, as if he were mourning his heir.
One by one, the rich people threw the money down, and after a while, the cloth was filled with copper coins and even a small pile of silver.
The man in white recalled what he said again, "It's almost time to accept it, otherwise you will be suspected and then beaten up."
"No more, no more."
"He is an honest man."
"I was still wondering whether it was fake before, but now it seems that it is not fake."
The rain of copper coins came again.
The poor man pulled the broken cart away with emotion behind him. In the cart, Cao Ying stood upright.
Later, in a remote alley, Cao Ying stopped the poor man.
Start dividing the spoils.
Cao Ying took the money first. He raised his head and said, "It's my idea. This is the money for the idea."
The poor man had never seen so much money before and nodded hurriedly.
The murderous intent was half dissipated from Cao Ying's eyes. He pulled the copper coin into three parts and pointed at one, "This belongs to me."
The poor man nodded, "What about these two portions?"
Cao Ying pointed to another copy, "This is my Aye's, is it okay?"
The poor man hesitated for a moment, a look of greed flashed in his eyes.
Murderous intent suddenly surged in Cao Ying's eyes.
"The money for my mother's medical treatment is not much." The poor man sighed: "That's all, you can take out Aye and curse me, but I can't, so you take it."
The two exchanged clothes, and the poor man took his share of copper coins and dragged the broken cart away.
Cao Ying rolled up the bundle and carried it on her back.
"You don't have the temperament to keep him alive."
Yi Niang's voice came from behind.
Cao Ying did not turn around, "At least he is filial to his parents."
"But those people cursed your Aye as an old beast, but you can bear it... Your shamelessness seems to have gone a step further," Yi Niang said sarcastically.
Cao Ying turned around and slowly passed her.
"That year, he allowed his concubine to curse my mother-in-law and treat her harshly. My mother-in-law then left."
Yi Niang was startled and cursed: "Old beast!"
"Later I wanted to impoverish him to avenge my mother-in-law, but unfortunately he was already dead. He died of rage after discovering that his concubine had stolen someone. It is said that his eyes bulged out."
"You deserve it. Where is that concubine?"
"Ever heard of human pigs?"
Yi Niang was born in the palace, and her whole body was instantly cold.
Cao Ying hummed an incomprehensible song and went back with her baggage. She also bought a skewer of barbecue on the way, bitten a piece before passing it to the child on the roadside. The child was frightened while holding her mother's hand, and Cao Ying patted his head.
, smiled kindly, "Children will become numb if they don't have meat to eat."
…
Yang Xuan is in the Imperial College.
"How is your practice?" Zhong Hui stroked his beard and looked at his most proud student, feeling very proud.
"good."
Yang Xuan practiced the Imperial Academy's exercises, but gave up after finding that the progress was much slower than the exercises Yang Lue gave him.
"Have you been made things difficult for you in Wannian County?"
Zhong Hui asked very cautiously.
"No." Yang Xuan shook his head. Last time he thought about leaving Wannian County, but today he has made great achievements. He can't get rewards for leaving!
"Work hard." Zhong Hui said happily: "Go to class every day, come back as much as possible for practice class, and the rest..."
Ahem!
Someone is coughing outside.
Yang Xuan turned around with an innocent look on his face, "I've seen An Siye."
An Ziyu came in, holding the ruler in his backhand, and sneered: "Practice hard for three days."
Hard training means practicing in seclusion, which is torture to these metaphysics gangsters.
Zhong met with ashes.
Turning around, An Ziyu found a few students.
"Tomorrow you go to Wannian County to do some work."
A student smiled bitterly and said, "Siye, Wannian County is not friendly to us and makes things difficult for us everywhere."
"Bad words!" An Ziyu heard Yang Xuan's answer before.
The ruler turned on the fingertips and made a whistling sound.
"yes."
Many times, the harm often comes from people who have nothing to do with you.
Just like the ‘other people’s children’ mentioned in the scroll
…
When Yang Xuan arrived home, he smelled the smell of mutton.
Cao Ying was sitting under the tree. When she saw him coming, she stood up and saluted, "I've met Mr. Lang."
"Why is there mutton?" Yang Xuan looked at the kitchen worriedly.
Cao Ying smiled and asked, "What are you worried about, Mr. Lang?"
"Last time Yi Niang said she could go to a brothel to make money."
Boom!
A bowl was broken inside.
Cao Ying smiled dryly, "This money belongs to me."
"Are you rich?" Yang Xuan felt that life was a bit difficult.
"There are...some." Cao Ying felt that it would be very risky to sell her body and bury her father again.
"Then you still have to make money."
Yang Lue actually taught Lang Jun like this.
Cao Ying sighed in her heart. Previously she thought it was too unpleasant for Yi Niang to call Yang Lue an old dog, but now she felt it was too comfortable.
No.
So apt.
He looked at Yang Xuan and said seriously: "Lang Jun, you have to work hard."
"Work hard to make money?" Yang Xuan felt that Cao Ying was a little shameless.
"No, work hard to be an official."
Please remember the first domain name of this book: ._