In front of them, Yang Zhituo and his party, led by the madam, walked into the upper position of the Ming Dynasty.
The madam was busy arranging the tables for the girls in the building.
Wen Xiaoyun's eyes moved slightly, and she followed Yin Nuo to check the surroundings quietly.
The so-called Mingjian is the central and largest room in a one-story building. There are two rooms connected from front to back, one is a smaller guest room. In addition to the imperial concubine's soft sofa, huanghuali coffee table, and rose chair set, there is also a guzheng table stand and pipa and string hangings on the wall. Qin, erhu and other musical instruments.
The other room's solid carved mahogany door is tightly closed, and it looks like it should be a bedroom.
No matter it is a decorative home with a very feminine aesthetic color. The curtains are made of light pink gauze silk satin, and there are several peonies placed in several corners, all of which are the most precious varieties. The large flowers of Yao, Huang, Wei and Purple are blooming, complementing each other.
Wen Xiaoyun's eyebrows moved unconsciously.
When she was a child, she practiced line drawing. What she drew the most were peonies of various colors.
I am very familiar with various varieties of peonies, and naturally I know that the two most popular varieties of peonies are Yao Huang and Wei Zi.
With just these few pots of peonies, you can buy a house in the best area.
Recalling the previous words of the madam, we know that this house was bought by Yang Zhituo to raise female prostitutes.
If he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, Wen Xiaoyun would never have imagined that a small priest in the county government could be so generous.
While Wen Xiaoyun was thinking about it, the madam called a few girls and placed four square tables in the open room. The two are side by side and the two are facing each other on both sides.
Yang Zhituo took off his cloak, and the little girl next to him immediately took it and hung it on a clothes rack in the corner.
Yang Zhituo waved and smiled at Yin Nuo and Wen Xiaoyun who were behind him, "You two, please stay seated." After saying that, he sat at the main table on the left.
Yinnuo returned the gift with his hand, and under the guidance of the little girl, he sat at the table under Yang Zhituo's left hand.
Yang Yong, a worker in the workshop, sat side by side with Yang Zhituo, sitting at the table to his right.
The remaining households, Huang Qingshi and Li Luohua, joined Wen Xiaojun and Yinnuo at the same table and sat directly opposite them.
Although Wen Xiaoyun knew some common sense about the ancient official system, he had almost no understanding of such detailed rules.
In her previous life, she was always proud of her senior otaku routine.
I never waste time on socializing outside. In addition to thinking about storyboarding, color matching and painting, I just study some relevant knowledge needed for the plot.
I don’t dare to say that I know everything. I have covered everything from ancient and modern China and foreign countries, history, folklore, chemistry, physics, fashion, food, literature, art and other information.
It’s only now that I have experienced life in ancient society in person that I realize that what I have learned at home for more than ten years is only superficial knowledge.
Fortunately, she still has Yin Nuo by her side. In short, whatever Yin Nuo does, she does.
However, there is still one thing that Wen Xiaoyun has not figured out, and that is that the two tables of Yang Zhituo and Yang Yong are not single seats like the ancient dining system, and there is an empty seat on each side.
As for my table and the tables opposite Li Lifang and Huang Hufang, there are two empty seats each.
Wen Xiaoyun glanced sideways at the empty seat next to her and Yin Nuo, feeling a vague sense of foreboding.
As if to confirm Wen Xiaojun's guess, at this moment, the bead curtain next to him suddenly made a clanging sound.
Wen Xiaoyun looked up and saw six young girls in light green skirts walking out of the piano room on the other side. Everyone is holding a tea tray in their hands, with a teapot and a tea bowl on the tea tray.
When they approached the crowd, the six girls separated and sat down in the empty seats next to the crowd. One girl served the other and poured tea.
Wen Xiaoyun unconsciously shrank her neck and moved towards Yin Nuo unconsciously.
The girl assigned to her had the plumpest figure, with an open-collared dress as thin as cicada wings that outlined a rounded outline. In addition, she had attractive eyebrows and attractive red lips. The half of his bright wrist exposed through the teacup made people's ears turn red.
Wen Xiaoyun secretly glanced at Yin Nuo next to him, and his behavior became much calmer.
Taking the tea cup from the maid, he raised the cup in salute to Yang Zhituo, who was in charge, took a small sip, and placed it on the table without any discomfort.
Wen Xiaoyun pursed her lips and did the same thing again.
After serving everyone to drink tea, the madam then led others to serve some fresh fruits and vegetables to each table.
When the melon seeds arrived, Yang Zhituo took out two pieces of silver from the silver bag at his waist and placed them on the tea tray. The girl next to him accepted the money with a coquettish smile.
Next, plates of wine and food were served.
Every table has a fragrant roast goose with bright red skin and four plates of steaming soup. The tea sets were also replaced with wine sets.
Before starting, Yang Yong, the workshop official, stood up first and raised his glass, looked around at everyone, smiled and said the opening remarks of "Jie Feng Washing Chen".
Everyone started to eat with chopsticks.
The young female prostitutes filled their gold cups and leaned beside everyone to persuade them to drink with soft voices.
I don't know why, even though they are all women, Wen Xiaojun's cheeks can't help but heat up when facing these enchanting beauties.
