Facing the gorgeous old woman, Wu Nian did not get entangled and said straight to the point: "Auntie, I'm looking for Ruyan."
The old lady was stunned. She has called me everything, but you are the first to call me aunt.
When she heard that Wu Nian was looking for Ruyan, the enthusiasm on her face dropped by three points, but she was still quite enthusiastic. She interrupted: "Ah, my lord. What's so good about Ruyan? Qinghuren. You can see it but not touch it. Where can a red waiter be comfortable? That soft and soft body makes people ecstasy."
"Third gentlemen. How about I introduce you to three red-husbands?"
Tieniu's majesty did not last for three seconds. Hearing this, his face turned red and his eyes lit up.
Zhang Jin reached out and patted the back of his head, signaling him to be more serious.
"I only want Ruyan." Wu Nian repeated while keeping a smile.
The old woman had no choice but to point to a small door at the back and said, "Pay a tael of silver and you can go in."
"But I'm going to say something ugly first. Ruyan has a weird personality. She set up a formation in the yard. If you don't pass the test, you won't see anyone. One tael of silver will not be returned."
"Pay the money. You can just drink outside. Don't mess with the prostitutes, be careful of the disease." Wu Nian nodded, asked Tieniu to pay the money, and gave instructions before striding towards the small door.
"A table of good wine. Call two girls." Zhang Jin raised his head and said to the old lady.
He is also afraid of Hualiu disease, but cuddling is always okay, right? I can't, brother, go see that beautiful young man, and the two of us just eat and drink in a brothel?
Tieniu nodded vigorously and drooled again.
Wu Nian ignored the two birdmen, entered the small door, and came to the courtyard. This is a zigzag courtyard, with rooms on the second floor.
Guests can shoot a bomb in the room and leave, or they can stay overnight.
The courtyard was filled with long benches, and there were dozens of people sitting on the benches. At a glance, there were dozens of them.
Wang Ruyan's behavior is unique. As for the brothel, we can only rely on her temperament.
This session is jokingly called the draft.
Everyone can participate by paying one tael of silver. Wang Ruyan asked questions and asked everyone to compete. She will meet whoever wins.
Qinghuanren, they sell their art but not their body.
Wang Ruyan doesn't know any talent yet.
Even if the winner sees Wang Ruyan, he can only look at her peerless appearance and smell her body fragrance.
But even so, this activity in Mingyue Tower every night still attracts many prodigals.
Wu Nian looked at these prodigals, shook his head slightly, and came to sit on an empty stool.
These prodigal sons looked at Wu Nian and continued to wait.
Not long after. A pretty maid in red clothes came out.
"Xiao Hong is coming out." When the guests saw the maid, they suddenly became commotion.
Xiaohong is Wang Ruyan's personal maid, and she is responsible for delivering the questions.
"Miss Xiaohong, what's the topic tonight?" A rich man with a fat head, big ears, and a shiny face stood up and asked.
The other guests didn't speak, but they pricked up their ears and waited for what was to come.
There are so many different questions here that anyone can win. It all depends on how Wang Ruyan comes up with the question.
Miss Xiao Hong smiled when she heard this, and said crisply: "Miss, I said it. Today's topic is the Oil Seller."
After she finished speaking, two sturdy men walked in from outside. One is holding a clay jar that smells of oil, and the other is holding a gourd and a wooden spoon.
The man holding the jar put the jar on the ground and stood aside without moving. The man holding the gourd and spoon also placed the gourd on the ground, then took out a copper coin and placed it in the mouth of the gourd.
Looking at this posture, most people could guess what he was going to do and couldn't help but frown.
"Practice makes perfect. Do you want us to spoon oil through the square hole of the copper coin and pour it into the gourd?" blurted out a polite scholar wearing a square scarf.
"What this husband said is true." Xiaohong smiled and blessed the scholar, then cleared her throat and said crisply: "Each person has a spoonful of oil. Whoever spills the least oil will get the best tonight. Won."
"I'm the referee." Xiaohong raised her head and said proudly.
Everyone had already guessed it, after listening to the rules Xiaohong said. They all sighed in unison, unable to do anything.
"As expected of Miss Ruyan, she is such a tormenting little goblin. Fortunately, she thought of it. As a noble gentleman, when you meet your guests, you don't ask them for poems and songs, but you test their ability to sell oil."
A talented man sighed, with a look of despair on his face. He looked like a gambler who had lost all his money.
"Yes. What oil seller would come to visit a brothel and meet the prostitutes? Isn't this torture?" Another handsome young man in green clothes also stamped his feet.
However, the conversation between the two also attracted everyone's attention. Everyone's eyes lit up, their morale improved, and the eyes they looked at each other were filled with murderous intent.
This goes the other way around.
There is no oil seller among the guests present.
Everyone is a layman, and in a fair competition, everyone has a chance to see Ruyan.
Stop talking about them.
Even Wu Nian, a time traveler, was shocked by Wang Ruyan's handwriting.
What kind of brain circuit is needed to think of such a question?
It is indeed the maverick Wang Ruyan.
But Wu Nian is quite confident. Of course he can think of things that everyone can think of.
As an oil seller, practice makes perfect.
The ability to pour oil is, of course, a professional oil seller. But they are all laymen. As long as their hands are steady and not shaking, they are excellent.
Wu Nian turned around and took a look. The prodigal sons of this generation were either weak scholars or fat-bellied businessmen. None of them were physically strong.
"It seems I have a good chance." Wu Nian took a deep breath and calmed down.
After Xiaohong explained the rules, she waited for a moment. After seeing that everyone was mentally prepared, she smiled and raised her little hands, which were as white as green onion, and nodded at the young man in the first seat.
"This guest, you come first." She said crisply.
The young man took a deep breath, stood up with energy, reached out and took the spoon from the man's hand, and poured a spoonful of oil into the jar.
Then his hands began to shake.
This spoon is not big, and can only scoop half a pound of oil at most. It doesn't sink. But this young man's hands were shaking uncontrollably.
His face turned from red to blue, and he finally gritted his teeth and poured the oil in his hand into the mouth of the gourd. The result was a mess like a man peeing in the wind.
Xiaohong glanced at him and said with disgust: "Out."
The young man suddenly turned red, stamped his feet, and walked away without looking back.
Xiaohong didn't look at him, she raised her eyes and said sharply: "This young master."
As the guests came on stage one by one, they left sadly one by one. There were many people who were eliminated immediately, and only four were left.
Wu Nian came in last and was also the last one to appear.
"This young master, please." Xiao Hong glanced at Wu Nian and said with a smile.
