Xie Fu followed what Hu Diquan expected, but it was just a closed window. If he was impatient, he would immediately ask if there was anything interesting about this window. However, Xie Fu watched quietly without making a sound.
After waiting for a long time, there was no movement. Xie Fu was a little surprised that the two of them had become so patient, especially Zhu Ming, who kept his eyes fixed and concentrated on catching the thief.
Hu Diquan suddenly said excitedly: "The window is open!"
A little maid in green opened the closed window, then walked away, and then opened another window. Opening the window means that the door is about to be opened. For a brothel, this is the time to open the door. do business.
Just to see the scenery inside the brothel? It would be okay to just take a stroll like this, but for an ordinary person, the threshold of a brothel is too high. Even if you want to live happily inside, it is difficult to even step through the gate.
Thinking of this, Xie Fu can understand. In fact, it is nothing unusual to go shopping frequently. There is a saying that it is commonplace.
Hu Diquan suddenly became excited again: "It's coming, it's coming."
As if she was afraid of being discovered by others, her voice was particularly quiet but filled with excitement, but in fact she was still a little far away.
Looking again, Zhu Ming was so excited that his body was trembling slightly.
I saw a woman walking by gracefully, with a posture as gentle and charming as a woman from the south of the Yangtze River. She was wearing a white plain dress and a beige gauze half-arm. Her temples were half hanging and her hair was in a knotless bun. She seemed to have just gotten up.
Appearance... Before Xie Fu could see her clearly, this beautiful figure had disappeared into the window.
Hu Diquan quickly calmed down his excitement and said with emotion: "It's so beautiful. If I can hug Lan Ning and sleep all night, it will be worth dying!"
But for some reason, Zhu Ming was offended by these words. He suddenly raised his head and glared at Hu Diquan, and said angrily: "What did you say?"
Hu Diquan smiled and said: "I said it would be worth dying to sleep with her for one night, don't you think so, Xie Fu?"
Xie Fu smiled.
However, Zhu Ming punched Hu Diquan in the face with one punch, almost causing Hu Diquan to fall down. Fortunately, Xie Fu pulled him back.
"Damn it! You dare to hit me!"
Hu Diquan immediately flew into a rage. Although he was a servant in the house who served others, Zhu Ming was also a pretty boy who was being raised, and everyone was the same.
If you're polite, call him Mr. Zhu, but if you're not polite, you're just a pretty boy.
Xie Fu's status is very different now. He is also polite and courteous to him, without the slightest bit of arrogance. Zhu Ming, you little pretty boy, are far behind.
Xie Fu advised: "Come down first and then talk!"
The two came down from the roof and immediately started fighting.
Xie Fu quickly stopped the fight and said, "Stop fighting. If you have something to say, talk it over. No need to take action."
Both of them were angry and could not listen to the advice. Although Zhu Ming was tall but thin, Hu Diquan was shorter but much stronger. Soon Hu Diquan pinned Zhu Ming under him and beat him violently.
Xie Fu quickly went to grab Hu Diquan's hand, "Old Hu, stop hitting him. Zhu Ming can't stand such a beating from you."
Hu Diquan punched him a few times and vented his anger, giving Xie Fu face. "Xie Fu, you saw it too. He was the one who struck first."
Xie Fu forcibly pulled Hu Diquan up from Zhu Ming, "Okay, it's almost done."
When Hu Di was getting up, he didn't forget to spit hard on Zhu Ming, "Young pretty boy, you really think you are a young master. Do you want to hit me if you want?"
Zhu Ming didn't know if he felt he was being bullied, but his eyes were wet.
A manly man, you won't cry after a few punches. Xie Fu wanted to pull Zhu Ming up, but Zhu Ming threw his hand away and said ungratefully: "You don't have to worry about it."
Xie Fu only thought it was funny, why did he act like a girl?
At this moment, a very harsh crashing sound came from outside the wall, and Xie Fu and Hu Diquan were startled.
Zhu Ming jumped up from the ground and rushed out of the yard first.
"Thank you, Fu, for helping me grab something."
Before Xie Fu could react, he was pulled out by Hu Diquan.
He was so anxious that he was not even in a hurry to put out a fire.
He left the mansion through the side door and came to the alley. There were already a lot of people surrounding the female wall back to Yingyuan, but Zhu Ming had disappeared and blended into this group of people.
Hu Diquan sighed with emotion; "This kid's hands and feet are so fast. It makes a world of difference if he is just one step slower!"
Xie Fu was still confused until now. He was pulled into the crowd by Hu Diquan, and then he realized what was going on.
It turns out that every half month or so, when I return to Yingyuan, I will clean out a pile of old things and pile them up beside the female wall on the side.
These old items include old clothes, old shoes, socks, table covers, cushions, plain silk, candlesticks, lanterns, books, inkstones, porcelain vases for flower arrangements...
Even sachets and powder boxes, you name it, it's probably in the junk pile.
The most taboo word in the brothel is "old", but we hope to be new every day, every month, and so are the people.
For the poor people, although many things are old and broken, they are still reluctant to throw them away. However, the things in the brothel must be replaced when they are old and broken.
This is especially taboo for oiran ladies. Once things become old, people also become old people.
Even pearls, hairpins and hairpins need to be replaced frequently. Of course, pearls, hairpins and hairpins are expensive, so naturally they cannot be discarded. They are often pawned.
Most of the people who robbed the old things were the white men from the street shops. For them, the brothel ladies were aloof and could not get close to them. They could only pin their love on the items used by the brothel ladies.
To put it nicely, it’s like missing things, but to say it worse, it’s just wishful thinking.
There are also a few people wearing silk and satin among them, Zhu Ming and Xie Fu should also be counted.
After understanding the situation, Fu Xie asked Hu Diquan: "Diquan, do you also have this hobby?"
Hu Diquan turned over things in his hands, without raising his head, and responded: "I don't care what's good, why don't I just go and hold Guixiang, some things can be sold for a lot of money."
Xie Fu praised, "Clever." Instead of focusing on the illusory, it is better to pursue the real.
After a while, the old things that were originally piled into a hill were scattered to pieces.
Old clothes and shoes, which are the most popular items for oiran ladies to stick to their skin, have become the primary target of everyone. Regardless of whether they are torn or torn, they just put them on their bodies once they get them.
Xie Fu saw some broken books among these old things. He loved books as much as his life. Even though they were broken, he still cherished them very much.
No one tried to snatch the book from him, so he immediately picked up one.
Books are stained with wine, and books are most afraid of water. If they are stained with water, the writing will become blurred, and if they are not dried in time, the pages will stick together.
Speaking of which, the value of books, as far as the current market price is concerned, if it is a printed book, the price is about 300 renminbi, and the handwritten book is even more expensive, and can even be sold for about 800 renminbi.
The monthly salary of a waiter in a shop is only 400 Wen.
Books are more expensive than clothes. Ordinary families cannot afford to read books, but a scholarly family values book collection.
However, for the businessman Baiding, this book is worthless.
