In front of them, Yang Zhituo and his party, led by the madam, walked into the top position of the Ming Dynasty.
The madam was busy arranging the tables for the girls in the building.
Wen Xiaoyun's eyes moved slightly, and she followed Yin Nuo and quietly checked her surroundings.
The so-called Ming Room is the most central room with the largest space in a one-story building. There are two rooms running from front to back, one is a smaller guest room, in addition to the imperial concubine's sofa, huanghuali coffee table, and rose chair set
, there is also a guzheng table stand, and various musical instruments such as pipa, xianqin, and erhu are hung on the wall.
The other room's solid carved mahogany door is tightly closed, and it looks like it should be a bedroom.
Whether it is a home decoration with a strong feminine aesthetic color. The curtains are made of light pink gauze silk satin, and there are several peonies placed in several corners, all of which are the most precious varieties. The big flowers of Yao, Huang, Wei and Zi are blooming.
Complement each other.
Wen Xiaoyun's eyebrows moved unconsciously.
When she was a child, she practiced line drawing, and the paintings she drew most were all kinds of peonies.
I am very familiar with various varieties of peonies, and naturally I know that the two most popular varieties of peonies are Yao Huang and Wei Zi.
With just a few pots of peonies, you can buy a house in the best area.
Recalling the previous words of the madam, we know that this house was bought by Yang Zhituo to raise female prostitutes.
If he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, Wen Xiaoyun would never have imagined that a small official in the county government could have such generous writings.
While Wen Xiaoyun was thinking about it, the madam called a few girls and placed four square tables in the open room. Two were side by side for the main seat, and two were facing each other on both sides.
Yang Zhituo took off his cloak, and the little girl next to him immediately took it and hung it on a hanger in the corner.
Yang Zhituo waved and smiled at Yin Nuo and Wen Xiaoyun behind him, "You two don't want to see anyone outside, please take a seat." After saying that, he sat at the main table on the left.
Yinnuo returned the gift with his hand, and under the guidance of the little girl, he sat at the table under Yang Zhituo's left hand.
Yang Yong, a worker in the workshop, sat side by side with Yang Zhituo, sitting at the table to his right.
The remaining households, Huang Qingshi and Li Luohua, shared the same table with Wen Xiaojun and Yinnuo and sat directly opposite them.
Although Wen Xiaoyun knew some common sense about the ancient official system, he had almost no understanding of such detailed rules.
In her previous life, she was always proud of her senior otaku routine.
I never waste time on socializing outside. In addition to thinking about storyboarding, color matching and painting, I just study some relevant knowledge needed for the plot.
I dare not say that I know everything, but I have covered everything from ancient and modern times to Chinese and foreign, history, folklore, chemistry, physics, fashion, food, literature, art, etc.
It’s only now that I have experienced life in ancient society in person that I realize that what I have learned at home for more than ten years is only superficial knowledge.
Fortunately, she still has Yin Nuo by her side. In short, she can do whatever Yin Nuo does.
However, there is still one thing that Wen Xiaoyun has not figured out, and that is that the two tables of Yang Zhituo and Yang Yong are not single seats like the ancient dining system, and there is an empty seat on each side.
As for my table and the tables opposite Li Lifang and Huang Hufang, there are two empty seats each.
Wen Xiaoyun glanced sideways at the empty seat next to her and Yin Nuo, feeling a vague sense of foreboding.
As if to confirm Wen Xiaojun's guess, at this moment, the bead curtain next to him suddenly made a clanging sound.
Wen Xiaoyun looked up and saw six young girls in light green skirts walking out of the piano room on the other side. Each of them was holding a tea tray, with a teapot and a tea bowl on the tea tray.
When they came to the crowd, the six girls separated and sat down in the empty seats next to the crowd. One girl served the other and poured tea.
Wen Xiaoyun unconsciously shrank her neck and moved towards Yin Nuo unconsciously.
The girl assigned to her had the plumpest figure, with an open-collared dress as thin as cicada wings that outlined a rounded outline. In addition, she had attractive eyebrows and attractive red lips.
The half of his bright wrist exposed through the teacup made people's ears turn red.
Wen Xiaoyun secretly glanced at Yin Nuo next to him, and his behavior became much calmer.
Taking the tea cup from the maid, he raised the cup in salute to Yang Zhituo, who was in charge, took a small sip, and placed it on the table without any discomfort.
Wen Xiaoyun pursed her lips and did the same thing again.
After serving everyone and drinking tea, the madam then led others to serve some fresh fruits and vegetables to each table.
When the melon seeds arrived, Yang Zhituo took out two pieces of silver from the money bag at his waist and placed them on the tea tray. The girl next to him accepted the money with a coquettish smile.
Next, plates of wine and food were brought to the table.
On every table there is a fragrant roast goose with bright red skin and four plates of steaming soup. The tea sets have also been replaced with wine sets.
Before starting, Yang Yong, a workshop official, took the lead in standing up and raising his glass, looking around at everyone, smiling and saying the opening remarks of "Joining the Wind and Washing the Dust".
Everyone started to eat with chopsticks.
The young female prostitutes filled their gold cups and leaned beside everyone to persuade them to drink with soft voices.
I don't know why, even though they are all women, Wen Xiaojun's cheeks couldn't help but heat up when facing these enchanting beauties.