Fang Miaozhu could only nod his head repeatedly and said: "I know, I know, I don't dare to break your rules, Mr. Cha! I'm so confused! Which house should I check today? Let me lead the way."
"Just look around. Whichever house I point to is that house."
"Yes, yes," Old Man Fang was beating in his heart. He had just helped a new girl from Fuchunyuan apply for a temporary household registration a few days ago. There was no need to be present in person to apply for a temporary household registration. With his position as the leader of Group A There is no difficulty in reporting your identity to the police station. It was rare but how could she "volunteer".
The content of the "Guangzhou Special City Custom Industry Business Management Regulations" has now been circulated on Lefang Street. Originally, the madam and the leaders wanted to block the news. Unexpectedly, people from the Public Security Department came directly and not only posted it everywhere on Lefang Street , it was also posted on the door and wall of every hotel, with a notice not to be torn down. From time to time, random inspections are carried out. A few days ago, an old madam from a brothel was caught and sentenced to flogging for secretly tearing down a notice. He was beaten with thirty lashes until his skin was torn apart, and he was also fined five hundred taels of silver.
Compared with the whiplash on the buttocks, the fine of five hundred taels of silver was more painful for the bustards. Naturally, no one dared to talk about this proclamation anymore - not only did it post the proclamation, but soon someone came from the yamen and called the girls together to "preach it." For a time, everyone knew the contents of this regulation.
In this way, people's hearts in the courtyard were floating. Although the old bustard's power over the years is still there, and no old man has dared to stand up and talk to the court about personal rights and treatment, the whole atmosphere in the court has changed. The madam and the leaders have also restrained themselves a lot, and they are less likely to hit Lao Ju at will and punish Lao Ju at will.
Under such circumstances, it would be too difficult for Miss He to "voluntarily" become a prostitute. Old Man Fang has already found a "connection". As long as the old madam "gets" the girl, she can get through without shouting "I don't want to" on the spot when she goes to collect the yellow ticket.
But now that the news is so tight, Old Man Fang doesn't dare to take this risk. He thought that all government affairs were always tight at the beginning and would naturally relax after a while. It would be better to avoid the limelight before talking about it. This woman cannot accept guests without receiving a yellow ticket. At most, she will be eating from Sister Han Qiao for a few months, which is nothing to the hotel. Besides, Sister Han Qiao's plan is to find a distinguished customer to "comb" her, so she can afford to spend more time training her.
This policeman ran to Lefang Street every two days. Could he have smelled something? Nowadays, unlike usual, he has no acquaintances in the yamen, and there are only a few who are still employed, and they dare not talk to him casually.
Old man Fang was suspicious in his heart, but he still greeted everyone with a smile on his face.
This is the most leisurely time at noon, and the hotel will not open its doors until the afternoon as usual. Except for some girls from various families who were "overworked" last night, they have just gotten up. They lazily opened the attic window and stretched themselves. Their black hair is slightly messy and their eyebrows are beautiful. Although they don't have makeup, they have a unique charm. , bellyband half-covered, contrasting with the green trees and red flowers outside the window.
As a group of people walked in this land of fireworks, the old people who had gathered at the windows suddenly dispersed and hung up the curtains one after another. Turtle slaves, guest wives, and madams from various courtyards all stuck their heads out one after another. They didn't know what the Australians were trying to do, and they silently muttered words to God and Buddha to protect the Australian police from coming in.
Without squinting, Li Ziyu led the people straight through these courtyards and came directly to the gate of Fangchun Courtyard. Pointing to the door: "This is the one!"
Old Man Fang secretly complained in his heart that this Spring Visiting Hospital was the place where he was "mentally ill". He didn't expect that this policeman would be the first one to be picked here.
Of course it won't work, it just depends on Sister Han Qiao's adaptability.
The "mentou" who was sitting at the gate and was responsible for guarding the door jumped up from his stool when he saw the police approaching. One of them hurriedly came up to say hello, while the other quietly turned around and walked back.
Li Ziyu first took a look at the regulations notice posted on the screen wall to make sure there was no damage or smear at all. Then he walked slowly inside. Before they even reached the lobby, Sister Han Qiao was slowly greeted by the spring breeze: "Oh, it's Master Yu! And this Master Zhao! What kind of wind has brought you two here?" she said. Deep blessings.
Li Ziyu was secretly surprised. He and Zhao Gui had only visited the Chunyuan once this time. They came with other old police officers when they came for inspection. They were just inconspicuous followers. Unexpectedly, the madam not only remembered him, but also Zhao Gui, who had a very low sense of existence. I can even call him by name.
In a business like the Xingyuan, where people are welcomed and sent to, they know how to order dishes, and recognizing and remembering people is the most basic skill. Especially important people, even if they haven't seen each other for many years, as long as the old madam Lao Ju is still there, they can still be called by their names when they show up.
Li Ziyu said: "Since you recognize me, I won't say any more polite words. I'm here for a routine inspection. You don't have to be afraid. The civil servants of the Song Dynasty don't care about the common people, so let all the sisters here gather in the yard. The soldiers I brought are all big-headed soldiers, so it’s not a good idea to offend a beautiful lady!"
Sister Han Qiao knew that this group of people had come prepared, so it was definitely not possible to just push them away. She thought that her "family" did not seem to have violated Australian laws. Several Pipa boys also passed through Minglu and registered when they came to check last time. Only one He Xiaoyue was still locked in the backyard. But very few people know that there is this person in Chun Chunyuan. The police may not have come specifically for her.
After calming down for a while, he forced a smile and said: "Hehehe, what are you talking about? Since Mr. Yu wants to come for an inspection, it is a business matter and the slave family should comply with it. However, the girls have not gotten up yet. Please excuse me. Mr. Yu is now sitting in the hall. In a moment, the slave family will send someone to call them." After saying this, he said a blessing and stepped back a few steps, calling Huang Xiang and Yao Sao who were waiting aside, asking them to call all the old men.
"Pipa boy is also here, I want to check it out!" After saying that, he winked at Mrs. Yao. He turned around and led a group of people inside with a smile on his face.
This was the first time for Li Ziyu to enter such a high-end establishment. Although he had relied on his uncle's protection in the past, he could be regarded as a young man with a "family background", but his monthly pocket money was not enough to enter such a high-end place. He was still young at that time and his uncle had no children. Li Ziyu was regarded as a concurrent father-in-law, and he was very strict with his nephew who would inherit the future. Therefore, even if he occasionally travels, he would not dare to enter such a luxurious place. After becoming a policeman, although he followed people here to check, he only guarded the courtyard and did not enter the hall. Naturally, there is no way to "experience" it, but now my horizons are finally opened.
Fangchun Yuan is worthy of being a gold-selling den that the princes and nobles in Guangzhou flock to. Just looking at the vast area is jaw-dropping. As soon as you enter the door, there is a huge Australian marble screen wall with exquisite carvings and a big word "福". The dragons and phoenixes are dancing, and it is obvious that they are made by famous artists. Going around the screen wall, what appears in front of you are the eaves pillars with carved railings and painted sills. There are a total of eighteen pillars, supporting the corner beams and corners, the three-story pavilion, the windows and door leaves. All are inlaid with Australian glass, and the moon beams are hollowed out and carved into exquisite Yaochi events. The upside-down lintel has a traditional zigzag pattern, and the connections are engraved with auspicious clouds. Red lanterns are hung on the verandahs on each floor. You can imagine the splendor at night.
The courtyard is very large, the floor is paved with blue bricks, and there is a pot of rich peonies every three steps on both sides, which are in full bloom. A stage stands in the center of the courtyard, with a huge bud made of colored silk hanging in the middle hanging above the stage, with two branches on the left and right. I'm looking at the corridor, not knowing where it leads.
Without time to take a closer look, Sister Han Qiao led the two of them into the flower hall and sat down. The maid immediately served them tea. Sister Han Qiao served tea and said, "This is the Maojian that just fell before the rain this year."
However, Li Ziyu was not a tea drinker, and Zhao Gui knew nothing about it. They both took a sip, but neither of them realized the beauty of it.
Sister Han Qiao secretly scolded the two of them as "rustics". In the past, people like police officers, even at the top level of the squad, were not qualified to sit in the flower hall when they visited Chunyuan: all the dignitaries came here, how could a lowly officer sit down? The government officials themselves also knew what was going on, and they mostly talked in the back hall where the madam worked. Now she not only invited them to sit down in the flower hall, but also served them first-class tea, without even saying "good tea".
Now that his backers have all shrunk and "hide their capabilities and bide their time," they have no choice but to let these subordinate officials run rampant!
She accompanied Smiley and chatted with Li Ziyu. Most of the madams were from Laoju, especially those from a guild like Sister Han Qiao. They have learned a set of words since childhood. As long as you are not mute, no matter how boring you are, People can talk about everything.
While we were drinking tea and chatting, the yard was really bustling with warblers and swallows. All the elders in the courtyard were called to gather.
This was not the first time such a gathering had taken place, so the veterans thought it was another "preaching".
Naturally, they already knew the content of the regulations being preached. However, no one dares to take it seriously for the time being. People who work in brothels are not kind people, and they have their own way of suppressing and deceiving people. Prostitutes are either "red" or "combed". They are the "privileged class" in the courtyard. Not only are they not abused, but they are also flattered by the madam, the customer's wife, and Doufenshui. Naturally, they cannot rise up and want to "rebel" Either the "business" is ordinary, and being beaten and scolded is commonplace, but they are all afraid of being beaten, and they dare not come forward under the long-term power of the madam. Even if he had the intention, he was still afraid that the Australian yamen and the madam would be on the same side. So there is some coping with this preaching.
Li Ziyu saw that more and more people were coming, but there was no sign of Ming Nu, and she couldn't help but feel impatient. He wanted to ask, but then thought of Gao Chongjiu's reminder: everything must be done on "official matters". So he suppressed his emotions, simply picked up the tea bowl and drank slowly, looking at the people in the courtyard. (To be continued.)
