Chapter Thirteen What kind of big oiran are you, a concubine here?
Xiao Liuer is dressed in green clothes and has a graceful figure.
She puffed up her chest and said proudly: "I can drink a thousand glasses of wine, but the master loves to drink with me."
Sister Xiang said again: "Mei'er, where are you?"
Mei'er has a beautiful face and a blessed body: "I don't know how to play music, chess, calligraphy or painting, but I can sing songs beautifully."
Sister Xiang ordered a few more, and without exception, they were either in good shape or had a certain way of serving people.
"Did you hear that?" Sister Xiang played with the round fan, obviously disdainful of He Yunchu: "On the Fengyue Field, these are enough. As for the music, chess, calligraphy, painting, poetry and wine you mentioned, they are used by the ladies of the official family for entertainment. You
Do they look like official ladies?"
He Yunchu pulled Meier over.
She lifted up Mei'er's sleeves, revealing the bruises on her delicate white wrists.
Sister Xiang was not surprised: "It's common for those gentlemen to have some fetishes in bed. I've seen a lot of them being played to death in bed. That's how it is in this business."
He Yunchu: "But I don't want to see you."
Sister Xiang sneered: "You don't want to see me? Do you think the whole imperial city is surrounding you? Isn't it hypocritical for someone who runs a brothel to say this?"
It's hypocritical.
There are so many dirty deals in this world.
But He Yunchu was in Liuxiufang right now, and she saw the pinch marks on Mei'er's hand, and Xiao Liu'er was holding her stomach in pain after drinking too much wine.
What's more important is that officials and young ladies like He Qingyu think that throwing a woman into a brothel and trampling her at will can ruin a person's life.
We are all raised by our father and mother, so why should some people be willing to live in this quagmire and suffer physical and mental injuries?
"I'm not waiting to see you." He Yunchu turned an empty cup around and said, "On the contrary, when I was in it, I realized how difficult it is for women."
Sister Xiang covered her fan and looked away.
"You also said that there are not many people who are accidentally played to death on the bed. In addition, you have to take safflower for a long time, and you have to worry about whether you will catch the disease. Even if you make money these days, does it feel good?"
He Yunchu looked at everyone.
Several waiters looked at Sister Xiang's eyes and shook their heads.
Xiao Liuer stirred the handkerchief and asked: "If you don't do this, what else will you do?"
"Yes." Sister Xiang sneered: "You are whimsical and think simply, but some of them have fallen into low status, and some have been sold to brothels by their families. If they don't do this, where will the money come from to redeem themselves?"
Every woman who falls in love has an indescribable story behind her.
"So I asked you to write it!" He Yunchu didn't want to be pretentious. She had always been a person who would do it when she had an idea.
"Sister Xiang, if you were a man today, I wouldn't say this either, but for us women, it's not easy for women to live, so why not take a different path?"
He Yunchu asked Mr. Turtle about Sister Xiang's origin.
She was married before, but her husband's family got involved in gambling and sold her to a brothel.
When the previous madam died, she took the money to buy Liuxiufang.
She could tell that day that although Sister Xiang didn't speak well, she still had some conscience.
Otherwise, she wouldn't be allowed to talk about it until now.
Sure enough, after she finished speaking, all the waiters, including Sister Xiang, showed moved expressions.
Since ancient times, women know women best.
Sister Xiang said: "Then what do you want?"
"What the ladies of the official family know, they can't easily show it in front of outside men. Then some men will inevitably want to be arty."
Sister Xiang nodded: "What then?"
"Give me ten days, and I will definitely give you the latest business methods of Liuxiufang. Before then, we will close down!"
A turtle man couldn't help but said: "Are you crazy? What will we eat if the business is closed??"
Sister Xiang also frowned slightly.
"If you want to have a good harvest, you must first pay. If you don't sow seeds, how will it bear fruit?"
Xiao Liu'er worriedly said: "You asked us to write about what we are good at. If we don't have anyone who is good at it, do we have to leave Liuxiufang?"
"That's not necessary. For example, Xiao Liu'er, you are a big drinker. You must have drunk a lot of wine, so wine tasting is not a problem, right?"
This is natural.
Xiao Liu'er nodded: "The variety, authenticity, and whether it is mixed with water or not, I will know after one taste."
He Yunchu looked at Meier again: "What about you?"
"I...don't know anything else besides my singing voice."
"A good singing voice is already very valuable. If you package it up, you will be a future star."
Meier looked confused: "What is packaging...? And what is a future star?"
He Yunchu didn't answer, clapped his hands and said, "Everyone, please give me what you wrote today. I will study it all night and let you know the details after I finalize them."
Everyone looked at Sister Xiang's eyes.
The other party just stared at He Yunchu inscrutably for a while without any intention of objecting.
If you don't object, you agree.
He Yunchu was very smart, and even though they didn't understand many of what he just said.
But they understood that He Yunchu didn't want them to continue to live by selling themselves.
If there was a way out, who would be willing to live such a precarious life?
It was night, and there was no store open in Liuxiufang.
Some old and regular customers gathered around the steps, chattering and discussing incessantly.
"What's the matter? It's not even a matter of closing the business?"
"That's right, my ex asked Xiao Liu'er to have a drink, and we planned to play games with dragons and phoenixes. Why don't we do this?
"I have been under the control of my mother-in-law for more than half a month. I finally came here and I just want to try the tea brewed by Dieluo. What are you doing?"
Complaints were heard endlessly, and a riot broke out later.
"Should we open the door? Our business is what the brothel does. If you don't accept customers, we will go to Zhaoyuefang next door!"
"Let Xiao Liu'er come out!"
"Die Luo comes out!"
Gui Gongmao bowed his head and apologized: "I'm really sorry, our Liuxiufang needs to make corrections in ten days."
"Ten days?" One person couldn't believe it: "You who run a brothel, what can you do to improve it?"
"You're right, can you make flowers out of it?"
"Where's your sister Xiang? If your business isn't going well, do you still want to make money?"
Turtle Man was sweating profusely and couldn't cope: "I——"
‘Crunch’.
The door opened and a man dressed in red stepped out.
"Isn't this... He Qi? Why is she still here?"
"Didn't you see through the world and decide to pick up the guests at Liuxiufang? That's great, I'll pay you a tael of silver!"
"Hey, a disfigured ugly girl is worth a tael of silver?"
The gauze on He Yunchu's face was still there, but the scars under the skin could not be seen clearly.
He Yunchu ignored these, "Everyone, Liuxiufang's rectification is a real thing. Ten days later, you will definitely see it wonderfully."
"Do you really think that the person who came out of your own palace is a phoenix? Reform? Why are you, a concubine, pretending to be an oiran here?"
"Stop being ridiculous, where is Sister Xiang? My cousin is not clear-headed now, and Sister Xiang is also blind, right?"
"that is!"
Seeing that the situation was getting out of control, the men even rushed forward unwillingly, raising their hands to lift the plaque hanging at the entrance of Liuxiufang.
One person shouted: "If you don't want to open a store, don't open it! A bunch of bitches are still here pretending to be noble!"
Those who watch the excitement and those who take the lead in making trouble are all mixed together.
The red lantern hanging at the door was torn to the ground. When the wind blew, the candle flame went out.
He Qingyu, who was wearing a cloak at the street corner, raised his lips and smiled.
Hatred flashed in her eyes, and she snorted happily: "Make trouble with me, until Liu Xiufang doesn't dare to tolerate her anymore!"
Behind her, hidden in the heavy lights, half of Wei Siyun's face was exposed in the dense heat of the winter night. This chapter has been completed!