Li Chun Yuan is a famous brothel in Pengcheng. Although it is located in the outer city, even the children of aristocratic families and other advanced warriors in the inner city will linger here.
In recent years, a big benefactor has been welcomed - Zhang Chenye, a disciple of Qinglu Taoist Temple, the overlord sect, and the water transport envoy of Pengcheng.
Zhang Chenye made bold moves. Even though he had a capricious temperament and cruel methods, the Yinghua girls in Lichun Court still flocked to him like ducks and followed him one after another.
This includes Zhang Yingyu!
"With this money, Yinghe can join the Huishan Quan Martial Arts School, and he will have a chance to gain enlightenment." Zhang Yingyu looked at the huge amount of money next to the pillow and felt happy.
Three days ago she thought she was going to die, but unexpectedly she survived.
Zhang Chenye is perverted, very perverted. Like a beast that has been suppressed for a long time, it has no intention of holding back on these beautiful women.
Whipping, wax dripping, binding...all kinds of abnormal methods even Zhang Yingyu, who was hanging out in Lichun Court, felt palpitations.
If there is a next time, Zhang Yingyu has no doubt that she will die like the other unlucky sisters.
Zhang Yingyu raised her head, and as soon as she stretched out her hand to push the money under the pillow, she couldn't help but let out a "hoarse" sound.
There were heartbreaking pains in her lower body and back, and her eyes were filled with mist and tears.
But she gritted her teeth and continued to push the money under the pillow and hide the money.
"My parents are gone, so I must raise Yinghe and give him a bright future."
"I can be as humble as grass, but Yinghe definitely can't!"
Thinking of her younger brother Zhang Yinghe, Zhang Yingyu felt both happy and bitter.
Yinghe has a stronger temperament and hates her showing off in a place like Li Chun Yuan.
But she is a weak woman. If she is not like this, how can she raise Yinghe? How about trying to give Yinghe a bright future?
Today's world is really cannibalistic!
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Sanlifang.
A cold kiln with broken tiles in a dilapidated corner.
Hong Yuan was setting up a ladder at this time. With the help of young man Zhang Yinghe, Hong Yuan climbed up the eaves and began to build new mud tiles and repair the broken corner of the cold kiln.
"Brother Ye Zi, the tiles have been put in place." Zhang Yinghe placed the tiles behind the dustpan and shouted loudly.
Hong Yuan responded with a hey, slowly pulled up the rope, and powerfully lifted the dust pick with a pile of tiles in it.
Zhang Yinghe below looked at him with starry eyes, staring with envy at Hong Yuan's exposed thick muscles.
This is strength. A real man should have a thick waist and round arms, full of strength!
"Brother Ye Zi has such a big fist, just like a sandbag."
"If he were as old as me, he would definitely be able to join the Huishan Quan Martial Arts School and be accepted as a secret disciple by Old Man Zheng. Maybe he would even be given some money!"
Zhang Yinghe was amazed.
Huishan Boxing Martial Arts School is the most powerful force that these Sanlifang children have come into contact with.
Qinglu Taoist Temple and Fengxi Sect are too far away for them.
Zhang Yinghe once saw with his own eyes that Old Man Zheng split the rock into two pieces, which shocked the outer city.
"Old man Zheng is a third-level warrior. If Brother Yezi is accepted, he will soar into the sky and become a warrior!"
Zhang Yinghe clenched his fists, his eyes were blazing, and he was extremely excited.
He was so caught up in the inexplicable excitement that he selectively forgot Hong Yuan's shouts.
Looking down at Zhang Yinghe who was having inexplicable convulsions, Hong Yuan's mouth twitched slightly and he said secretly:
"Is it possible that this child has a problem because his sister went to seek a life in a dusty place and was isolated by other teenagers? Come on, troubled teenagers are very difficult..."
Hong Yuan shouted a few more times, and Zhang Yinghe, who came back to his senses, trembled as if he had been electrocuted, then trotted quickly and quickly placed the mud tiles on the dustpan.
Faced with such a troubled boy, Hong Yuan could only give some gentle advice and patiently laid tiles and repaired Zhang Yinghe's house.
That's right, in addition to being a laborer, Hong Yuan also acted as half a mason!
Not only that, in the past month, Hong Yuan has been involved in various technical industries in the outer city of Pengcheng in the name of earning money to marry a wife. He even used his cooking skills to serve as the chef for a family's wedding!
Therefore, although Hong Yuan did not know the specific whereabouts of other Qinglu Taoist disciples, he clearly caught the traces of Zhang Chenye, a guy with insufficient identification.
Just to lure Zhang Baicun and others out of the inner city, Hong Yuan has been carefully maintaining the identity of 'Niu Yezi'.
"Huh, it's done. Zhang Yinghe is a young man. He doesn't pay based on time like others. There is no need for me to delay." Hong Yuan thought to himself.
Hong Yuan clapped his hands and walked down the wooden stairs.
At this time, less than half an hour had passed since he went to work, and his work was very smooth.
"Brother Ye Zi, are you done?" Zhang Yinghe brought a gourd filled with coarse tea and handed it to Hong Yuan.
Hong Yuan pulled out the stopper of the gourd and poured the astringent tea into his mouth.
Gulu, Gulu~
His expression was natural and his demeanor was calm, just like those masons finishing their work.
"Of course, I'll take action. Don't worry. If you have any questions, come back to me."
Hong Yuan moved the gourd and said proudly, extremely confident in his craftsmanship.
The young Zhang Yinghe was convinced. He took out the money from his sleeve, took out the agreed wages and handed it to Hong Yuan.
Looking at Hong Yuan's leaving figure, Zhang Yinghe's eyes were full of longing.
One day, he will make money with his own hands like Hong Yuan, support his sister, and support the family!
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"Brother Ye Zi."
Zhang Yingyu, a beautiful woman with a veil, bright eyes and fair complexion, greeted Hong Yuan.
Zhang Yingyu has a slim figure and is wearing a plain white skirt. The hem of the skirt only reaches the middle of her thighs, revealing her fair skin and full of charm.
Beside her, old laborer Zhang Xiaohua stood silently, protecting her safety.
"Miss Rong Yu." Hong Yuan nodded and replied.
Looking at the old laborer Zhang Xiaohua, Hong Yuan noticed the loneliness in the old laborer's eyes.
As an elder, but unable to protect his nieces and nephews, it is indeed sad for a responsible man.
The situation of old laborers Zhang Xiaohua and Zhang Yingyu inevitably reminded Hong Yuan of him and Xiao Yue'er...
Hong Yuan sighed in his heart and left immediately without saying anything else.
The weather today is gloomy.
Not long after Hong Yuan left, it began to rain lightly.
Rain dripped down the eaves and hit the tiles.
In the cold kiln with broken tiles, Zhang Yinghe looked nervously at the corner of the house that Hong Yuan had repaired.
Tick tick tick... the mud tiles made a crisp sound.
After a while, Zhang Yinghe breathed a long sigh of relief and patted his chest: "Brother Ye Zi is indeed a solid person. No wonder Uncle Hua is full of praise for him."
Just then, there was a knock on the door of the house.
Zhang Yinghe, who was sitting on the stool, immediately took out the lime powder from his pocket and held it in his right hand.
He asked the visitor and prepared to throw the limestone.
"who!?"
"Yinghe, it's me..."
Hearing his sister Zhang Yingyu's voice, Zhang Yinghe quickly put the lime powder back on the paper and opened the door.
Next to the wall under the eaves, Zhang Yinghe and Zhang Yingyu were standing.
"Yinghe, sister is rich. You can go to Huishan Quan Martial Arts School to practice martial arts and have a chance to become a martial artist!" Zhang Yingyu's voice was soft and as clean as mountain spring water.
Looking at the money in her sister's hand, Zhang Yinghe was silent for a long time.
The dignity of a man made it difficult for him to accept the money from his sister and throw it into the unattainable dream of a warrior.
Just when he was about to refuse, he recalled Hong Yuan who was diligent and down-to-earth during this period.
Especially he recalled Hong Yuan's arms as thick as thighs, and his back as thick as a mountain, as if it could support a home.
Slowly, Zhang Yinghe's eyes gradually brightened, and he set his ambition in his heart.
Under Zhang Yingyu's nervous gaze, Zhang Yinghe nodded heavily, "Sister, I will definitely stand out as soon as possible so that you can get out of the sea of misery as soon as possible."
Hearing that her younger brother was beginning to understand and understand her, Zhang Yingyu's eyes became misty again and tears welled up in her eyes.
She hugged her brother Zhang Yinghe tightly, tears streaming down her face, and she cried silently.
"Dad, Mom, have you seen that Yinghe has grown up, wuwu..."
The rain curtain outside the eaves dispersed, and the rainbow slowly rose into the sky, adding a bit of warmth to the dark and narrow Sanlifang.
In the cyan mixed with black and gray alleys, Hong Yuan, wearing a 'Li Jianhe' vest, walked quickly and went straight to Li Chun Courtyard.
Because Zhang Chenye will go to Lichun Courtyard again at dusk to have fun.
Tianhe Sword, can’t wait!
"Buzz~"
(End of chapter)
