Fang Miaozhu had nodded repeatedly and said, "I know, I don't dare to violate your rules! I'm a little confused! Which ones are checking today? The little one leads the way."

"Just look at it. I mean which one I mean."

"Yes, yes," Old Man Fang felt agitation. He had just helped a new girl visiting the Spring Court to register for a temporary household registration a few days ago. It was not necessary to be present in such a matter as reporting a temporary household registration. It was naturally not difficult to go to the police station to report as the head of his group A. It was rare, but how could she "voluntarily".

The content of the "Guangzhou Special City Customs Business and Management Regulations" has now spread on Lefang Street. Originally, the madam and the clerks wanted to block the news, but they did not expect that the public security department came directly. Not only did they post it everywhere on Lefang Street, but they also posted it on the wall of the gate of each yard. They were not torn apart. From time to time, a random inspection was suddenly conducted. A few days ago, a madam in the yard was arrested and sentenced to whip for secretly tearing off the notice. Not only did he whip the skin and flesh were broken, he was fined 500 taels of silver.

Compared to the whip on the butt, the fine of 500 taels of silver made the pony members feel heartbroken. Of course, no one dared to tease the proclamation again - it was not counted after posting the proclamation. Not long after, someone from the yamen gathered all the girls to "preach". For a moment, the content of this regulation was well known.

The people in the yard were in a state of turmoil. Although the madam's power over the years was still there, no old Ju dared to stand up and talk to the yard about personal gain and treatment, the entire atmosphere in the yard had changed. The madam and the gangsters also restrained themselves a lot, and they beat the house all over the place, and there were fewer things like beating Lao Ju at will.

Under such circumstances, it is too difficult to let Miss He "voluntarily" be a prostitute. Old Man Fang has already found the "relationship". As long as the madam "handled" the girl, she can pass if she doesn't shout "I don't want" on the spot when she goes to get the yellow ticket.

But now that the news is so tight, Old Man Fang is not very brave to take this risk. He was thinking about the matter of the government, and he always started to get tight. After a few days, he naturally relaxed. It would be better to avoid the limelight. This woman could not pick up customers without receiving the yellow tickets. At most, she could eat a few months of dinner in Sister Han Qiao for a few months, which was nothing to the yard. Besides, Sister Han Qiao's plan was to find a distinguished guest to "comb" her, and she could afford to spend more time training.

The policeman ran to Lefang Street every few days, and could he smell something? Now, he has no acquaintances in the yamen, and there are a few who are still used, and he dare not talk to him casually.

Old man Fang was suspicious, and smiles were still piled on his face to greet him all the way.

This will be the most leisurely moment at noon. As usual, the yard will not open until the afternoon to welcome guests. In addition to some of the "overworked" sisters from each family who had just woken up, lazily pushed open the attic window and stretched their waists, with their black hair slightly chaotic and beautiful eyebrows. Although they have no makeup on, they have a unique charm. The bellyband is half covered and half covered, which complements the green trees and red flowers outside the window. The snow-white and pink **** is looming, and the buds like red beans seem to be in bud. The deep ravines are even more dazzling under the sunshine.

The group was walking in this fireworks land. The old men who were originally gathered at the window suddenly scattered and hung curtains. The turtle slaves, husbands and madams in various yards poked their heads out, not knowing what the Australians are coming to smoke again. They silently murmured in their hearts and asked Gods and Buddhas to bless Australian prisoners not to come in.

Li Ziyu's eyes did not squint, and led his people straight through the yards and came directly to the front of the Spring Courtyard. He pointed to the gate: "Just this one!"

Old Man Fang secretly complained in his heart that this visit to the Spring Courtyard was where he was "psychologically ill". Unexpectedly, the policeman was the first to draw here.

It is natural that it cannot be said that it cannot be done. It can only be based on Sister Han Qiao's ability to adapt.

When he was sitting at the gate, the police were in charge of guarding the door, he bounced up from the stool. One quickly came up to greet him and greet him, and the other quietly turned around and walked backwards.

Li Ziyu first glanced at the Regulations and Promise on the screen wall to make sure there was no damage or smear. Then she walked slowly inside. Before she arrived at the hall, Sister Han Qiao had slowly greeted her in the spring breeze: "Oh, it's Master Yu! And this Master Zhao! What kind of wind is blowing you two." As she said, she said a deep blessing.

Li Ziyu was secretly surprised. He and Zhao Gui had been there once when they visited the Spring Court. They came with other old policemen when they came to the inspection. They were simply inconspicuous followers. Unexpectedly, the madam not only remembered him, but also remembered Zhao Gui, who had a very low presence. He could even call out his name.

The money-saving nest of the hospital that welcomes and sends people is the most good at reading the dishes and recognizing people is the most basic skill. Especially important people, even if they haven’t seen each other for many years, as long as the madam at that time is still there, they can still call out their names as soon as they appear.

Li Ziyu said: "Since I recognize it, I won't say much about it. I'm here to check it out for a routine. You don't have to be afraid. The civil servants in the Song Dynasty do not take the people one needle and one thread, and let all the sisters here gather in the yard. I brought them all big-headed soldiers, and it's not good to be abrupt and beautiful woman!"

Sister Han Qiao knew that this group of people came prepared and would definitely not be able to just swear. She thought that "home" did not seem to have violated the Australian law. Several Pipazis passed Ming Road and registered when they came to check last time. Only one He Xiaoyue was still locked in the backyard and did not take it off. However, few people knew that there was this person in the spring courtyard. The police may not have come specifically for her.

He calmed down and said with a forced smile: "Hahaha, what's this? Since Master Yu is coming to check, it's business. I should obey it, but the girls have not yet gotten up. I'm fine. Yu Ye is sitting in the hall for a while now. I'll ask someone to call them." After saying that, he said, "Wanfu took a few steps back, and called Huang Xiang and Yao Sao who were already waiting on the side, asking them to call the old Ju.

"Pipazi is also called, please check it out!" After saying that, he winked at Mrs. Yao. He turned around and led a group of people into it with a smile on his face.

This was the first time Li Ziyu entered such a high-end yard. Although he was a young man with a "family background" in the past, the monthly pocket money was not enough to spend in such a high-end place. Besides, he was still young at that time and had no son. Li Ziyu was a member of the family and was very strict with his nephew who would inherit his future in the future. So even if he occasionally traveled, he would not dare to enter such a generous and romantic place. After being a policeman, although he had followed people here to check, he was only alert in the yard and did not enter the hall. Naturally, he had no way to "experience". Now he finally opened his eyes.

Visiting the Spring Courtyard is worthy of being a gold-selling nest that the princes and nobles in Guangzhou city are rushing. Just looking at the vast area, it is amazing. As soon as you enter the door, there is a huge Australian marble screen wall, exquisitely carved, a large character with a dragon and a phoenix dancing, which is obviously from the hands of famous artists. Bypassing the screen wall, the eaves of the columns with carved railings and paintings are presented in front of you. There are eighteen columns supporting the corner beams and wings of the three-story pavilions, the windows and doors are all inlaid with Australian glass, the moon beams are hollowed out, and they are carved into exquisite Yaochi Festival. On the upside down, there are traditional zigzag patterns, and auspicious clouds are carved at the connection. There are big red lanterns hanging on each veranda, which can be imagined as magnificent at night.

The yard is large, with blue bricks on the floor. There is a pot of rich peonies on both sides every three steps. It is blooming beautifully. A stage stands in the center of the yard. A huge flower bud folded from colorful silk in the middle hangs above the stage. There are two veranda veranda on the left and right, and I don’t know where it leads.

Having no time to look closely, Sister Han Qiao led the two into the flower hall to sit, and the maid immediately presented fragrant tea. Sister Han Qiao served tea ceremony: "This is Maojian, who just came down this year."

However, Li Ziyu is not a tea guest, and Zhao Gui knows nothing about it. Both of them took a sip, but no one realized the wonderfulness.

Sister Han Qiao secretly scolded the two of them as "counterfeits". In the past, people like the constable and provoking yamen runners, even those at the top of the class, were not qualified to sit in the flower hall when they came to visit the Spring Court: they were all dignitaries, so how could a lowly servant sit? The yamen runners were also tactful, and they mostly spoke in the inner hall where the madam was doing business behind. Now she not only invited them to sit in the flower hall, but also served first-class good tea, but she didn't even have a praise for "good tea".

Now that their backers have shrunk, they have to let these clerks be rampant!

She smiled and talked to Li Ziyu. Most of the old madams were from old men, especially those who came from the yard like Sister Han Qiao, who had learned a set of rhetoric since childhood. As long as you are not a mute and no matter how boring you are, you can still talk about the gods.

Just as I was drinking tea and chatting, the yard was indeed very lively. All the old masters in the yard were called to gather.

Such a collection is not the first time, so the old people think it is another "preaching".

They naturally knew the content of the preaching regulations. However, no one dared to take it seriously for the time being. People who eat in brothels are not good people, and they have their own ability to suppress and deceive people. Prostitutes are either "red" or "combed" by someone, who are "privileged" in the yard. They are not only not abused, but also have to flatter the madam, the madam, and the soybean flour water, so they naturally cannot have the idea of ​​"rebellion"; or the "business" is ordinary, and being beaten and scolded is common, but they are all afraid of being beaten, and the madam dares not stand up under the long-term tyranny. Even if they are willing, they are afraid that the Australian yamen and madam are in the same group. Therefore, they are also somewhat cope with this preaching.

Seeing that more and more people came, Li Ziyu couldn't help but feel impatient. He wanted to ask, but thought of Gao Chongjiu's reminder: Everything must be tenable in "business". So he suppressed his emotions, picked up the tea bowl and drank it slowly, and looked at the people in the yard. (To be continued.)
Chapter completed!