Chapter 72, Solution (Part 2)

Style: Historical Author: Song HunWords: 3723Update Time: 24/01/12 11:34:02
Zhao Ping threw out a tael of silver.

After the old bustard bit it with his teeth, he immediately smiled and allowed his uncle and Zhao Ping to go to Miao'er's attic.

Under the guidance of a little maid about twelve or thirteen years old, she walked through the stairs and corridor and came to a private room.

Zhao Ping saw that this elegant room was indeed worthy of the title of elegant room.

There is a guqin on a desk.

On the wall is a painting of a lady admiring flowers, with butterflies flying around the flowers.

Miaoer seems to be a connotative and cultured brothel girl.

In addition, there are pens, inks, paper and inkstones on the desk, as well as neatly folded copies of "Da Song Zhonghua Bao".

This has become the most popular thing among literati and brothels.

The furnishings can reveal a person’s accomplishments.

Miao'er was cradling her head, looking at the latest issue of the newspaper as if thoughtfully.

Hearing the sound of footsteps, Miao'er was displeased and said to the maid: "Huamei, I told you that I am ill and cannot receive guests."

When the uncle heard this, he was immediately moved and said to Miao'er: "Miao'er, I'm here to redeem your life today."

As soon as Miaoer heard this, she was about to rush towards her uncle.

Zhao Ping coughed, and Miao'er and her uncle blushed.

Miao'er stepped forward and saluted Zhao Ping and said, "Miao'er is polite here. Thank you, Mr. Young Master."

Miao'er is still the head of a brothel, so she has to pay tribute to Zhao Ping, a man of great kindness and virtue.

Zhao Ping hurriedly stepped aside to let him go. This was his future half-aunt.

After Zhao Ping saluted, he said at the same time: "The boy is just doing his duty, Miao'er, everyone, don't be polite."

The uncle took Miao'er and Zhao Ping to the madam's room.

The uncle gave the old bustard a gift, said all kinds of good things, and offered to redeem Miao'er's life.

When the madam heard this, she pointed at her uncle and cursed him.

It is said that Miaoer was deprived of her virginity by her uncle, and the brothel suffered huge losses.

If you want to redeem yourself, the price must be five thousand copper coins.

Not even a cent less.

The reason is that Miaoer is a former Qinghuan in the line, proficient in music, chess, calligraphy and painting, and is the money-spinner of the brothel.

The poor uncle almost bankrupted the restaurant because of Miaoer.

In any case, he didn't expect that Miao'er was worth so much.

It turned out to be more than his total assets before bankruptcy. He was stunned.

Miaoer also kept begging the madam to reduce the ransom.

The madam slapped Miao'er, saying that she had ruined her good deeds.

Zhao Ping was furious, stepped forward and slapped the madam until she was stunned.

The madam shouted and asked people to come and fight.

The thugs from the brothel also came.

A thug grabbed his clothes and tied his sleeves and rushed towards Zhao Ping.

This is a big muscular man.

His face is full of determination and confidence.

Clearly not a weak hand.

"Hu" came the sound of wind.

Zhao Ping stepped aside.

The horse steps forward and squats.

Use all your strength.

Pull it easily,

The man swayed a few times.

In the end, he still couldn't stand firm.

Staggered and fell.

A carp hits hard.

Then stood up.

Then stand on your left foot and lean your body.

He raised his right foot and swept towards Zhao Ping.

Zhao Ping leaned away and then hit the opponent's calf with his right hand.

What surprised Zhao Ping was that the opponent's calf was as hard as stone.

Zhao Ping felt pain from his fist.

The opponent is not weak even if he practices hard kung fu.

Zhao Ping endured the pain from his fist.

He lowered his body and kicked the opponent hard with his right foot.

The man could no longer stand firm.

He fell to the ground with a "bang".

But he still didn't forget to fight back.

His right foot swept toward Zhao Ping again.

Zhao Ping dodged.

The man stood up like a carp again.

Stand on your right foot with your body tilted.

The left foot swept toward Zhao Ping.

It turned out to be a master of shooting left and right bows.

Zhao Ping became shorter and turned sideways.

Hit your little foot hard with your right elbow.

Amidst the "bang bang" sound, there was a sound of hard contact.

Zhao Ping felt unbearable pain in his right elbow and almost burst into tears.

People are also swaying.

But he still persisted and did not fall.

The other party fell to the ground with a "bang".

Zhao Ping swept away again.

While rubbing his left foot hard with his hands, he said: "I won't fight. I won't fight. I admit defeat."

Zhao Ping thought he couldn't hold on anymore, but he didn't expect that the other party would surrender first.

In fact, his right foot had already been injured by Zhao Ping. He didn't expect that switching to his left foot would make the injury worse.

Had to admit defeat.

The other thugs from Yuchun Brothel were also picked up by the nursing home in Zhaojiazhuang, and they all fell to the ground and groaned.

I didn't expect that even the thugs would be able to do it.

The madam immediately fell to the ground.

Rolling and crying loudly.

She swore that she would never let her uncle redeem Miaoer's life.

Zhao Ping stepped forward and smiled coldly.

He stepped forward and secretly whispered a few words into the old madam's ear.

The madam was shocked when she heard this, and immediately kowtowed to Zhao Ping and asked not to report this.

Zhao Ping asked the old bustard coldly, how much money does it cost to redeem Miao'er?

The old bustard couldn't care less about his disheveled hair and hairpin on the ground, and he didn't want any money anymore. Now he just wanted to send these plague gods away.

Zhao Ping asked Zhonghua to give the old bustard 600 guan as redemption capital, and said to the old bustard: "Since Miao'er and everyone debuted, they have made almost 10,000 yuan for Yuxiang Brothel. This is far more than what you invested in Miao'er."

Zhao Ping also stated his reasons and she must be convinced.

"I know that you are not willing to do so, but your Yuxiang brothel has also used my poems, and I have not yet accepted your money for polishing the pens. Each of these poems is worth a hundred guan, and the polishing of the pens is a total of 600 guan. In addition to the six hundred huizi given to you now, Yuxiang Brothel has made a lot of money."

The madam got up and reluctantly took out Miao'er's deed of betrayal.

Miao'er glanced at her maid Huamei, who was looking at her pitifully, and said: "Little Prince, Huamei and I are like sisters. I hope Little Prince can find a way."

Zhao Ping nodded, took out a hundred-string Zhaojiazhuang pick-up card from his hand and gave it to the madam.

The madam was afraid that Zhao Ping would regret it, so he immediately grabbed the pick-up card.

At the same time, he hurriedly handed Huamei's deed of sale to Zhao Ping, and happily put the delivery card in his arms.

For the dispensable role of a maid, the madam hopes to sell as much as possible.

But Zhao Ping's approach moved Miaoer deeply.

After Miao'er moved in, only Huamei was hers. Her uncle's house made her both fearful and longing for her.

After all, there is an older woman in my uncle's family.

No matter how much she pleases her uncle, she is just a concubine.

Miaoer and Huamei packed some of her belongings.

She came to the old madam, knelt down respectfully, cried and kowtowed three times: "Miao'er thanks her mother for her kindness in raising her. She will never forget it in this life. Miao'er will come to visit her mother when she has time in the future."

The Madam held Miao'er's hand, wiped her tears with a handkerchief and said, "Mom is really reluctant to let Miao'er go. Come and see Mom when you have time."

Although the Madam cultivated Miao'er with the purpose of making money, she had raised Miao'er for many years and had more or less feelings for her.

Besides, Miao'er, the cash cow, was gone, and she was naturally in great pain.

Miaoer must be placed.

My uncle has no copper coins.

My aunt strongly opposed Miao'er's entry.

Uncle did not dare to let Miaoer into the house in private.

Zhao Ping then bought a five-room house for his uncle to temporarily use as a home for Miao'er and Huamei.

Externally, it was said that Zhaojiazhuang was temporarily lent to his uncle. After seeing Zhao Ping's arrangement, his mother nodded in agreement.

When my uncle saw how well Zhao Ping had arranged things, he felt grateful.

He hesitated for a few times, and finally couldn't help but ask: "At first, my mother didn't agree to redeem Miao'er's body anyway? How did Ping'er get it?"

Zhao Ping glanced at Miao'er, and Miao'er and her maid also looked at him curiously.

So Zhao Ping told the whole story.

Zhao Ping said this in front of the old bustard.

If you don't redeem Miao'er's life, then I won't be polite.

Doesn't your Yuxiang brothel force the prostitutes to take medicine to lose their virginity?

Aren’t you forcing Qing brothel girls to pick up customers during Tiankui period?

Didn’t you buy unlucky girls at low prices from traffickers for training?

Didn’t you drown the disobedient girls alive?

I just let the incident be reported by the Song Dynasty China News to let people see what Yuxiang Brothel is.

If these shady darkness and ugliness are exposed, what is the difference between a high-end brothel and an ordinary brothel?

How else can it attract the attention of literati?

The uncle couldn't help but be shocked, he didn't expect the brothel that looked so high on the outside.

There is such a dark and ugly side.

He couldn't help but look at Miao'er.

Miao'er hesitated for a few times and finally answered: "I think I've heard of it."

She didn't dare to say too much, after all, she came out of a brothel there.

Uncle now understands why he wanted to redeem the maid Huamei.

She was afraid that Thrush would end up like that.

On the fifth day, "Da Song Zhonghua News" finally gave the answer in "Stay tuned".

The Jingyuan Restaurant in Changyuan County will open tomorrow, and there are three paintings soliciting for posters.

If you answer one of them correctly, you will be rewarded with copper coins or a delivery card!

If you answer two correct answers, you will be rewarded with three copper coins or a delivery card!

If you get three correct answers, you will be rewarded with five copper coins or a delivery card.

He Yuanhui, the owner of Yuchun Restaurant, read the "Da Song Zhonghua News" in his hands.

Put the newspaper on the table.

He smiled coldly.

He smiled and said to Wang Wenfu: "Wang Juren, don't worry about this. Jingyuan Restaurant is completely finished. There is no possibility of getting up again."

Wang Wenfu took a sip of drunken spring breeze, shook his head and said: "Shopkeeper He, be careful if you can sail the ship of ten thousand years. At the beginning, I also thought that our group tea was a sure thing, and the person who ordered the tea was also the number one Liu Yishou in Changzhou. No. I thought the boat would capsize in the gutter."

At this point, he paused and said: "I am used to drinking Tuancha, and now I drink this drunken spring breeze. One is fresh and natural, and the other is mellow and solemn."

Wang Wenfu took another sip of Zui Chunfeng and said, "I didn't expect that I would like Zui Chunfeng more and more."

He Yuanhui looked at the Zui Chunfeng and the tea cup in his hand, still filled the bowl with tea, and drank it in big gulps.

Then he shook his head and said: "Wang Juren, the drunken spring breeze is what you literati drink. The Tuancha tea that we vulgar people like is strong."

In fact, He Yuanhui also read and literate, but he didn't bother to answer questions.

Frustrated, he ran to the capital.

In the capital, he had a relative who worked as a cook in a restaurant.

So I learned how to cook.

So I returned to Changyuan County and started cooking, and now I am the shopkeeper of Yuchun Restaurant.

He said to Wang Wenfu: "Wang Juren invited a tea master only in Changzhou. Changzhou is not worth mentioning in Sichuan, let alone the Song Dynasty. My cooking is the best in the entire Song Dynasty. Can Jingyuan Restaurant do this? "

People started talking a lot after seeing the "Da Song Zhonghua News".

People in Changyuan County couldn't help but be confused. Didn't Jingyuan Restaurant collapse?

Why reopen again?