Chapter 212: Traceability: Xue Hangkou’s Suspense(2/2)
He took a puff of the cigarette, exhaled it slowly, and said with a smile, "Yes, there is everything to eat, drink, and play. The most famous thing is the play. In those days, except for the nunnery on Xiaojinshan Island,
The most fun place is the Xuekou store. There are a lot of women. There are black loaches, meat boxes, human teeth, old pigeons, white pigeons, young pigeons, tut tut tut, I shut up, old man.
When you look up, can you still think of the sights and tastes back then?"
Brother Yu was listening with a puzzled look on his face. He didn't understand, but I could understand.
Words like black loach, meat box, young pigeon, etc. are all very old slang. I’m too embarrassed to elaborate on them. In short, they are prostitutes who meet the needs of different wealthy people. Meat Box’s most famous ones are still listed below.
Xiangguo Temple at that time.
People in the world are not ignorant of these slangs. I tentatively said, "Uncle, there is a good job in the industry, and a teacher in the class. There are paths up and down, and the buttocks are oily all year round."
He flicked the ashes of his cigarette and immediately said, "Five yin and six yang, you can fly away. If you are not a hero, you will not open a shop. If you are not a hero, you will not wait in court. Young man, I don't think you are from the police station."
I looked at him and frowned and said, "He travels east instead of west, sells mules instead of cattle and sheep, talks unclearly, can't drill through wood, can't knock casseroles without leaking, why don't you give me a thorough explanation?"
He immediately said, "Young man, if you are from the north, people from the south don't say that. If people from the north come to the south and want me to leak the pot, you have to show some sincerity."
Chapter completed!