The steward chuckled.
"This is indeed what Mr. Jun said. Then you can declare it for Mr. Jun."
"only."
Malen bowed down and said humbly.
"Shennuo, you have no position in the building, I am just doing a favor to Lord Chang'an."
The steward chuckled and knocked on the table.
Malin suddenly understood, straightened his back, and smiled on his face.
"……promise."
What he said was a little unnatural, but he was decisive.
Three days passed.
The business on the terrace has become increasingly bleak.
Common people don't have that much money to spend money on the terrace, and even if they save up for a year and a half, they can't come here just once.
Merchants do have so much money.
But merchants are of low status and are very miserable in Qin. Although not rich, there are many restrictions.
For example, you cannot wear silk products, ride in a two-horse carriage, or be an official, etc.
There is one restriction: you can only enter the balcony once a month and stay for one day.
There are no aristocratic families to support, the common people have no money to enter, and the merchants use up their authority one day at a time.
The threshold used to be rebuilt every three days. Now there will be birds landing outside the inner door, hopping around looking for missing food scraps.
Under this situation, all the prostitutes in the building looked sad.
They are assessed on a monthly basis. If the income they create for the terrace this month does not meet the standard, they will have no choice but to be kicked out and become concubines.
The former is a chronic suicide by going out, and the latter is also a chronic suicide.
The spirits of the concubines are exceptionally good.
They don't even control their own life and death, they like to circle around the lucky man on the balcony.
Asked Marx and Lenin to sit in the room and recount his experience of converting from slave status to citizen status over and over again.
Even if they heard this experience a hundred and eighty times, they could memorize it by heart.
Marxist-Lenin was almost arrested and imprisoned again, but fortunately Ying Chengyu saved him from death by asking him to lie down on the ground... It was said that Ying Chengyu redeemed his brothers and sisters and gave them their names.
"Oh, it would be great if you could redeem your sisters."
"The ransom price is so high. The money needed to help the sisters transfer their citizenship is enough to build a hundred towers. Even if you really have a lot of money, you won't spend it like this."
"It's just a sweet dream. I heard that Mr. Jun talked about equality during the wax festival. They all said that Mr. Jun was mad, but I kind of believe it now. I hope Mr. Jun will keep his words."
"This is even more unreliable than trying to redeem your life. Ask any of the sisters who have served Mr. Jun who has never heard Mr. Jun say these crazy words."
"I believe it. You can create conflicts between Marxism-Leninism and the gentlemen. How can anyone except you regard us as human beings?"
The steward who had been listening outside the door opened the door with a dark face and scanned the room full of warblers and swallows.
He said displeasedly: "I treated you badly? Didn't I treat you as human beings?"
The concubines who usually come up laughing and crowding the stewards into the room to serve tea and water, squeezing their shoulders and beating their legs to show their sincerity, did the same thing this time.
He smiled and said flattering words that the steward treats us the best and that no one treats us better than the steward.
The steward, who has recently been frowning and worried that he will not pass the year-end assessment and is about to serve his sentence, said not to worry as there will be many, many guests coming soon.
There is a mixture of women's body fragrances with different beauties between her noses, and her elbows and thighs are touched by warm and cool nephrite.
The steward pointed to the only man in the room, Marxist-Leninist, who had converted from slave status to civil status.
"You can redeem your life for Marxism-Leninism, but I can't. I can only watch you die. If there were only you on the balcony and no prostitutes, I hope there would never be guests on the balcony."
That way you won't die.
The women's movements froze, their words paused, and their expressions condensed.
Then he poured tea and water with a forced smile, beat his legs and shoulders, and softly said that the steward was just drunk, how could we let the steward be imprisoned, it is not worth it for us...
However, the steward who spent time with the concubines noticed that their eyes, tone, and demeanor were all slightly different from before.
The eyes have a little more color.
The tone was a little more brisk.
His expression was a little more hopeful.
These concubines still did not have the courage to resist the rules, but they began to look forward to Ying Chengyu to take them out of slavery.
In this feudal era, the rules of concubines were polished to the level of servility.
In this era, no one, including Lichen and Concubine, regards themselves as human beings.
In this era where no one supports what Ying Chengyu does.
The concubines in Xianyang Tower were the first batch of supporters of Ying Chengyu.
Human beings are social creatures. In the face of a society formed by groups, no one can turn the world upside down and reopen the world by relying on his or her personal ability without supporters.
Bai Qi, the Lord of Wu'an who had never lost a battle in his life, needed the support of the Qin warriors who were fearless in death and were called the Tiger and Wolf Division by the Six Nations.
Shang Yang, who turned Qin from weak to strong, needed the support of Qin Xiaogong, and he needed to reward fifty gold coins for moving trees to establish trust in order to gain the support of the people of Qin.
Ying Chengyu, who traveled to the Qin Dynasty and became the younger brother of the First Emperor, also needs support.
The concubines in Xianyang Tower looked forward to Ying Chengyu, which was support and a spark.
A spark may be extinguished in an instant, or it may be enough to start a prairie fire.
…
Gangchengjun Cai Ze lived in Gangchengjun's mansion on the eighth day.
"Father, this is an invitation from the Meng family."
Cai Ze, who was closing his eyes to rest and not knowing what he was thinking about, rubbed his sleepy eyes and found the bamboo slips in his son's hand.
Opening up the bamboo slips, the characters on them are not simplified characters, but large seal scripts written with gold thread.
Cai Ze glanced over, closed the bamboo slips and breathed a sigh of relief.
"It's finally here. If it's really been ten days, Ze really doesn't know what to do."
His son Cai Dui inherited his father's cautious character. He took the bamboo slip from his father without even looking at it, and without being curious about what was written on it, he turned around and left.
"return."
"Father."
"You accompany my father to the banquet."
"Father, this is inappropriate. How can Dui have a banquet with the head of the aristocratic family?" Cai Dui looked reluctant.
When Cai Ze heard what his son said, he was not angry but happy. He nodded with satisfaction and said, "Yes, that's how it should be. I don't know whether this trip is a blessing or a curse, so I think of it as a disaster, so I don't want to go."
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"Then Dui is gone." Cai Dui replied briefly before running away again.
"Come back!" Cai Ze frowned and called his son again, saying, "Father, this trip is a blessing. Why are you leaving?"
"My father's departure is a blessing, but his absence may turn into a disaster. I would rather do nothing than make a mistake."
Cai Ze took a deep breath and said: "This trip must be made by you. My father is too old to do anything between men and women. Meng Xibai and his family secretly built a terrace with countless beauties in it. This is the purpose of this banquet. .”
"Father, Dui thinks it wouldn't be a bad idea to have a younger brother or younger sister."
"...Do you want me to die?"
"Father, I'm about to realize my fate. I want your grandson to go."
"Are you speaking in human language? After lunch tomorrow, you will go out with me!"
"Father, I will fast tomorrow and I will not eat at noon."
"I have to go even if I don't eat!"
