I saw a handsome man and a beautiful woman getting off the boat, but the beautiful woman seemed not interested in the handsome man behind her who was complimenting her in every way. She took a noble swan step and climbed into a luxurious carriage. Amidst the sighs, only the beautiful figure with fragrant shoulders was left.
Remaining on the lake, her people have gone away with the carriage.
This girl has character, Meng Xinghe said with a chuckle. If she is really a mistress of Miaoyufang, she won't have to worry about not having a chance to communicate in the future. Meng Xinghe eagerly got on his horse and followed the carriage all the way.
Not far away, I saw the three gilded characters "Miao Yu Fang", which were like labeled products. People could tell at a glance what goods were inside. The ones I heard most were the kind of butchers who solicit customers with their grunting voices.
, I am deeply afraid of running away every customer who buys meat. Targeting whoever sticks to you is like having strong glue that cannot be shaken off.
When they came to Miaoyufang, they could only blame Meng Xinghe for having too little knowledge before and not having any association cells. Miaoyufang is not a brothel, but hundreds of brothels connected side by side, forming an industrial base for sexual services. Qin Huai
The river flows by. The vast and vast river surface raises a natural barrier - mist, which makes Miaoyu Fang appear as if it is on the misty sea. The mood of drunkenness and dreaminess is immediately apparent.
Although this is a red light district, I have to say that the scenery here is unique. Qinhuai Fengyue, could it be that Miaoyufang is talking about? He took the horse and walked inside step by step. He looked like a foreigner and he was very tall.
He was pretty and pretty, and several pretty girls were like bees flying over, inviting him in with great gentleness to explore the fun.
Am I the kind of person who puts his thoughts on his lower body? I couldn't bear to reject these young girls. After all, everyone has to eat, and this profession is not that easy to do. Meng Xinghe asked more honestly: "How many beauties?
I wonder if you have a boss named Mr. Chai who often comes here to drink tea?"
"Oh, you're talking about Boss Chai, who sells rouge and gouache in front of us. He came to our place last night and found some girls who just came here? Why, the young master was introduced by Boss Chai, so we'll give you a discount.
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Listening to this tone, it seemed that Mr. Chai had really enjoyed a lot of blessings when he came to Jiangdu. After finding out where Mr. Chai's shop was, Meng Xinghe euphemistically promised that he would come to the girls' room for tea next time. He held his hand
The horse strolled up.
It really is a red light district! Seeing the various greeting ladies around, Meng Xinghe sighed sincerely. Major General Chai opened his shop here, at least he did market research, otherwise it would be strange if his rouge and gouache didn't rot.
When we came to the stall of the shop, not to mention, Mr. Chai took good care of it. Several pretty girls carefully introduced the uses and origins of each rouge and gouache to the customers who came to buy.
He praised how beautiful it looked on his face. Meng Xinghe summed up this sales method, which is called fooling consumers. It’s a good thing that Mr. Chai can learn and apply it.
When he walked in generously, a well-behaved little girl walked up to him with a smile and asked politely: "Sir, do you need any service?"
Mr. Chai's training ability is quite strong. At least in the shop, Meng Xinghe saw the concept that the customer is God. "Is your boss Chai here? Just ask Meng Xinghe from Taoyuan to come out and see me."
Not knowing that Meng Xinghe was the boss behind this shop, the girl smiled and said, "Sir, please wait a moment. Boss Chai is discussing business upstairs and it may be over soon. I will send a message up for you immediately."
She said something, turned around and served Meng Xinghe a cup of hot tea.
Yes, I did not neglect the customers. Holding a cup of hot tea, I looked around. The store was quite wide, but the goods in the store seemed to be mixed. Meng Xinghe had never done the rouge business, so he didn’t know the market there, but from an appreciation point of view,
He also knew that the products in his shop were too simple, and the packaging and color were not of the highest quality.
I once saw Xue Shiyu put on makeup. The rouge he used was the signature brand of Fengchunlou, a time-honored brand in Shanxi Province. He only used a small fingernail to apply it on his face, and the fragrance was already overflowing, making him confused and fascinated. Now the aroma filled the room, and he could smell it.
It tasted tacky, and based on this, Meng Xinghe knew that the goods sold in the shop must be of inferior quality.
Without allowing him to think, there was the sound of running up and down the stairs. Before he finished drinking the tea in his hand, he saw Chai Shaofeng rushing down. He said excitedly: "Third brother, it's great to see you."
Meng Xinghe pushed away his bear hug and said, "Stop pretending to be disgusting. By the way, why didn't I see my eldest brother with you?"
Looking around, he didn't find Zhao Haoran. But there were two more men behind Mr. Chai, one tall and one short, both very handsome. But the short one seemed more coquettish, and no matter how you looked at him, you thought he was a girl.
them.
As if there was something unspeakable, Mr. Chai chuckled and said: "Brother, he went to the Provincial Academy to study. He said it was too noisy here and was not suitable to calm down and study. He also told me to remind you, brother, don't forget to report to the Provincial Academy and submit the documents.
Go up."
So that's what happened, no wonder I didn't see Zhao Haoran. This is the land of fireworks. It's normal for Zhao Haoran, a modest gentleman, not to be used to returning to the provincial hospital.
Meng Xinghe took off the baggage on his back without asking any further questions. Mr. Chai couldn't wait to introduce the two people behind him: "Third brother, these two are brothers and friends I made in Jiangdu. If I can own this shop, how can I still keep it?"
Thanks to the help of both of you, we were able to succeed."
He habitually stretched out his hand as if to shake hands. He announced his home address and said with a smile: "Taoyuan Meng Xinghe, I am honored to meet you two."
These polite words were tasteless, and I had heard them a thousand times. However, the word Meng Xinghe immediately caught the attention of the shorter scholar, who exclaimed: "Are you Meng Xinghe from Taoyuan? Is that Mr. Hualiu?"
I didn’t expect that my stage name would spread to Jiangdu. What a fucking failure. Meng Xinghe’s old face turned red. Is there anyone who greets people like you? “I’m just here. I don’t know what my brothers have to say.”
The short scholar immediately took out a book from his arms. Meng Xinghe recognized it. It was the "Secret Book of the Number One Scholar" that he and Yu Huayuan collaborated on. It fell into his hands at some point. Could it be that he also bought it to participate in the scientific examination?
This is very possible.
Seeing that Meng Xinghe had gone somewhere, the short scholar turned over a few pages and looked at the above sentence and asked curiously: "Did you really write this book? The poems in it are so beautiful!"
The short scholar sighed a few words, and he was already intoxicated. He actually recited one sentence: "If the love lasts for a long time, how can we live day and night?" After finishing the sentence with unfinished thoughts, the short scholar said in admiration: "I don't know Brother Meng.
Whether there is a previous sentence in this poem, if the above two sentences are written, this poem will definitely be unique throughout the ages."
I still want to write a sentence? It's a pity that this is a poem. How can I dare to write it into a poem? It's not surprising that Meng Xinghe, a short scholar, doesn't know. There were no poems in the Tang Dynasty, so of course I don't know about this poem about Magpie Bridge Immortal.
Another scholar next to him saw that his sister was obsessed with poetry again. He immediately laughed and said: "Brother Meng, this brother of mine likes to collect poems. Don't blame me. This is my younger brother Lu Ning. I am lucky enough to meet him."
Brother Meng, I am extremely honored."
Lu Yan said proudly, but he pulled Lu Ling beside him to remind him not to show off his flaws.
It turned out to be brothers from the Lu family, but Meng Xinghe felt that they didn't look like the same mother when he looked at them. The older brother was tall and handsome, with a dignified appearance, but this younger brother, although handsome in appearance, was much shorter in stature. Take another look
They all felt that this short scholar looked like a girl, with red lips and white teeth, and a feminine look in his manner.
Meng Xinghe stared at him carefully, and with his sharp eyes, he saw the piercings in her ears at a glance. Men in this era probably didn't have pierced ears, and he immediately made a judgment in his mind that he was the female companion dressed as a man.
It turned out to be a little girl! I almost made a mistake. Knowing the little girl's true identity, Meng Xinghe deliberately pretended to be kept in the dark. "Brother Lu laughed, which made my younger brother have an innocent temperament, love poetry and songs, and has already become an academic.
It has made a great contribution to spreading the word. How great is this kind of mind. ——Wow! Brother Lu Ning’s chest muscles are so big, I don’t know how he developed them.”
Meng Xinghe stared at Lu Ling's chest indifferently, and wanted to touch how such good chest muscles were made. Lu Ning's face turned red, and she quickly hid behind Lu Yan, saying: "Brother Meng is dazzled.
Yeah, my breasts are not big, you must have seen it wrong."
As she said this, her face turned even redder, like the sunset on the horizon.
You really don’t bring this upon yourself, can any man be as blushing as you? You look like a woman! Not wanting to tease this chick, Meng Xinghe smiled slyly and said, “Am I really dazzled?”
He said a few words in succession, then walked aside and opened his baggage, and a red hydrangea rolled out. The three people behind him all widened their eyes and shouted in unison: "So it was you who stole the hydrangea?