As the saying goes, if a man doesn't show off, there is something wrong with his physiology! Zhao Fuxiang is 42 years old. As a traditional Chinese male, he naturally cannot escape this iron rule.

Zhao Fuxiang is the cultural director of his work unit and is responsible for the cultural and educational work of the entire township. During his work, he has a lot of contact with primary school teachers in various villages, and it is inevitable that some scandals will occur. These bad things spread to Sun Jing’s ears within a few days, and Sun Jing went to Zhao Fuxiang.

There was a big commotion in the workplace, which made Zhao Fuxiang very hard to get off the stage. Naturally, he became much more honest in the future.

But after traveling to this era, Zhao Fuxiang's old heart, unwilling to be lonely, began to agitate again. This era is a paradise for men. As long as you have money, it is completely legal to take concubines and prostitutes. Thinking of this, Zhao Fuxiang is so excited that he can't sleep. Now Li Zhengdao

Zhao Fuxiang promised to arrange for him to relax, but Zhao Fuxiang still wanted to eat, so he quickly said that he had finished eating, and urged Li Zhengdao to take him to Feng Liu Happy.

Li Zhengdao laughed, stood up, asked the waiter to pay the bill, and then took Zhao Fuxiang out of the restaurant to Nancheng.

Unlike those shops and restaurants, kiln and prostitute villages have always been a low-income industry and are not allowed to be operated openly. Therefore, no matter which dynasty, things like kiln and prostitute villages are set up in remote areas. Of course, no matter where this kind of entertainment venue is loved by the masses,

, are all places where people gather, so the red light street in Qiongzhou Prefecture is the same. Although it is only the third day of the Lunar New Year, the red light street is still full of people.

Zhao Fuxiang was very curious as he walked on the red light street. This place was different from those ancient TV dramas of later generations. In all the brothels, no one solicited customers at the door, and there were no plaques on the doors. It was very different from the prostitutes standing on the street in the TV dramas soliciting customers.

The Ming Dynasty had very strict management of the prostitution industry. Except for the government-run brothel Jiaofangsi, all private brothels were not allowed to solicit customers or hang plaques, so there was a saying that the doors were ajar.

Visiting a brothel is not an honorable thing in any era, so although there are many people in the red light district, everyone keeps their heads down and no one says hello casually.

Li Zhengdao took Zhao Fuxiang to a two-story building. There was no plaque in front of the door, but there were two pink lanterns hanging at the door, which were somewhat different from the red lanterns in other shops. And the whole building

Painted in green, this is probably the origin of the brothel.

Zhao Fuxiang followed Li Zhengdao into the small building. Contrary to the appearance, the small building was bustling with people. It seemed that the people in the city had a rich daily life, and people came here to visit prostitutes during the New Year.

A man wearing a green hat saw Li Zhengdao coming and quickly stepped forward to greet him with a smile: "Master Li, you are here!"

Zhao Fuxiang looked at this funny guy and thought that this was probably the legendary big teapot, Turtle Slave. At this moment, a female voice laughed and said: "Master Li has not returned to Guangzhou. It seems that my girl from Cuiyun Tower asked Li

Young master, you never want to leave!"

When Zhao Fuxiang heard this voice, he turned to look and was startled by the woman in front of him. This woman was very tall, about the same height as Li Zhengdao, who was 1.7 meters tall. She was wearing a bright red coat and a red flower on her head.

.These are very ordinary. The key point is that this woman's face is covered with white powder, two pieces of blush on her face, plus a small cherry lip and a little red lips. This kind of dress is similar to that of Japanese kaikos. Zhao Fuxiang has not seen it.

I was shocked by this kind of dress.

The woman saw Zhao Fuxiang's change of appearance and said with a smile: "Mr. Li, is this uncle your friend?"

Li Zhengdao smiled and said: "Yes, this is Mr. Zhao who came back from Nanyang, and he is also a good friend of Li!" After speaking, Li Zhengdao said to Zhao Fuxiang: "Brother Zhao, this is Mother Wu from Cuiyun House, who is also from Cuiyun House.

The boss! When she was young, Mother Wu was the red card of Nandu Jiaofang’s Wu family class. It’s just that she’s older now, but she still has the charm of a MILF!”

Mother Wu shook the handkerchief in her hand and said with a smile: "Master Li is really good at talking. No wonder Miss Qinglian was so fascinated by Master Li that she lost her soul. What kind of charm is there in the slave family's Puliu posture?"

Because Wu’s mother’s face was full of powder, Zhao Fuxiang couldn’t see her true appearance, but her voice sounded like she was young, around 20 years old. How could she be considered a MILF in the Ming Dynasty? Zhao Fuxiang didn’t know that the average life span of people in the Ming Dynasty was

Around thirty, although the extremely low birth rate lowers the average life expectancy, you can call yourself an old man when you reach forty, and a woman can be called an old woman when you reach thirty, so Mrs. Wu can indeed be called a MILF.

In anticipation of the meeting, Mother Wu accompanied Li Zhengdao to the second floor and asked, "Is Mr. Li still looking for Miss Qinglian?"

"Yes, we are looking for Miss Qinglian, by the way! Please ask Mother Wu to find a popular girl for Brother Zhao!"

Mother Wu glanced at Zhao Fuxiang and said with a smile: "We have a lot of girls, but we just don't know what kind of person Mr. Zhao likes?"

This was Zhao Fuxiang's first time visiting a brothel, but he had rich massage experience in later generations. When Wu's mother asked him, Zhao Fuxiang licked his face and said with a smile: "Of course I want to be young and beautiful, and the best figure..." Zhao Fuxiang made a gesture after speaking.

: "Perfect figure!"

Mother Wu covered her cherry mouth with a handkerchief and said with a smile: "Master Zhao is really different. Please come in and wait a moment. The girl will be here soon!"

Zhao Fuxiang walked into the room and took a look. The furnishings here were not as luxurious as those in the Guangdong Building. There was an ordinary Eight Immortals table in the room, and two ink landscape paintings hung on the surrounding walls. Even Zhao Fuxiang, who did not understand art, knew these two paintings.

The painting is not very valuable. There is a pink lantern on the Eight Immortals table. Although it is not dark now, there is an ambiguous smell in the room.

As soon as Zhao Fuxiang and Zhao Fuxiang walked into the house, a turtle slave came in and said with a smile: "Masters, would you like some dishes to drink? Or just some fruit plate and tea?"

"We just finished eating, let's have some dried fruit preserves!"

Gui Nu agreed and went out to prepare. Li Zhengdao looked at Zhao Fuxiang looking around with curiosity and said with a smile: "Brother Zhao, are there no brothels in Nanyang?"

Zhao Fuxiang laughed: "How can we not? But we go to bed as soon as we enter the house. We don't have such fancy things as in the Central Plains!"

Li Zhengdao smiled slightly: "Ten miles away, Nanyang is indeed different from the Central Plains!" At the same time, Li Zhengdao secretly laughed at Zhao Fuxiang, who really has never seen the world. He probably has never entered a decent brothel in Nanyang, the kind of prostitute who takes off his clothes and goes to bed.

It’s not that there are no places like this in Zhai Qiongzhou, it’s just that most of the people who go to places like that are coolies, and they can’t afford high-end places like Cuiyun Tower.

Seeing Zhao Fuxiang looking around idly, Li Zhengdao pretended to be nonchalant and asked: "Brother Zhao, where did your family learn the ancestral craftsmanship from?"

"What?" Zhao Fuxiang asked without understanding. After learning that Li Zhengdao was asking about the art of refining white sugar, Zhao Fuxiang laughed and said, "What kind of ancestral craftsmanship? My father learned it from Fo Langjiren!"

When Li Zhengdao heard what Zhao Fuxiang said, he knew that this guy was not telling the truth. The Folangji people purchased a large amount of white sugar from Leizhou every year. What kind of sugar craftsmanship did they have? Zhao Fuxiang was obviously not telling the truth.

Since Zhao Fuxiang refused to say anything, Li Zhengdao stopped asking questions from the front. He insinuated and said: "Brother Zhao, do you need any special tools? If Qiongzhou Prefecture does not have them, I will go to Guangfu to purchase them early. Don't delay."

Working hours!”

"Don't worry, I just need to prepare the things on the list. I don't have to worry about the rest!"

The list contained daily necessities such as coal, charcoal, and yellow mud. They did not look like tools that could purify white sugar, but Zhao Fuxiang refused to mention them, and Li Zhengdao had nothing to do.

At this moment, a fragrant breeze drifted in from outside the door, and Mother Wu walked in with a smile: "You two gentlemen have been waiting for a long time. Miss Qinglian, Mr. Li's daughter, is here!" After speaking, a middle-aged girl walked in from behind Mother Wu.

She is a young girl with a pretty figure, but she doesn't wear the scary makeup like Mother Wu's, and just lightly applies some blush.

This Qinglian girl entered the room and saw Li Zhengdao, and said with a smile: "It turns out that Mr. Li is really here. The slave family thought that Mr. Li went back to Guangzhou to visit the wife of the bride. Why are you still thinking about the slave family?"

Seeing the beauty coming, Li Zhengdao pulled Qinglian into his arms and said with a smile: "Little beauty, how can the yellow-faced woman in the family have your mark? I haven't seen you for a few days, have you thought about me?"

Seeing that Li Zhengdao had found someone he was happy with, Mother Wu smiled at Zhao Fuxiang and said, "Master Zhao, this is Miss Yangliu, and she will be Master Zhao's bride tonight!"

After Mother Wu finished speaking, the person behind her walked up to Zhao Fuxiang and said slightly: "My family is Yangliu, please have mercy on me Master Zhao!"

Zhao Fuxiang looked at Yangliu up and down. He was of medium build. He was estimated to be around fifteen or sixteen years old. His appearance was not bad. According to future generations, he could score sixty-five points. However, he was still too young. He was just a junior high school student.

Although Zhao Fuxiang was not a good person in later generations, he did not dare to find such an underage girl because of the country's laws. However, Zhao Fuxiang thought that this was the Ming Dynasty, a paradise for men, and the laws of later generations could not control the Ming Dynasty. Zhao Fuxiang thought of this

He felt relieved and followed Li Zhengdao's example, pulling the thin Yangliu into his arms and sitting on his lap, and then asked: "Baby, let uncle punish you tonight!"

Zhao Fuxiang's obscene expression made Mother Wu want to vomit, but she had a very high professional ethics and suppressed her nausea and said with a smile: "Since both gentlemen are satisfied, I won't bother you!" After saying this, Mother Wu went out and closed the door.

It is convenient for everyone in the house to relax their hands and feet.

In later generations, Zhao Fuxiang always paid directly to find a young lady, but Zhao Fuxiang didn't know what the process was like in the Ming Dynasty. He remembered that in the history books, he had to recite poems and write poems in the brothel, and he didn't know if he could pass. But what surprised Zhao Fuxiang was that on the side

Li Zhengdao didn't write any poems at all. He moved his hands up and down, causing Qinglianjiao to gasp repeatedly. These two bastard men and women were going to do such perfunctory things here.

Zhao Fuxiang didn't expect that the Ming Dynasty would be so open. How could such a thing be done in front of outsiders? Zhao Fuxiang had no choice but to cough twice and then asked: "Brother, aren't there any single rooms here?"

Seeing Zhao Fuxiang's shyness, Li Zhengdao laughed and said, "I didn't expect Brother Zhao to be so shy. There is a secret room inside. If Brother Zhao can't let go, you can go inside!"

Zhao Fuxiang breathed a sigh of relief. He came to the back of the screen and saw that there was indeed a door. When he opened it, there was a simple single bed. Li Zhengdao had already taken off his clothes outside. Zhao Fuxiang had no choice but to pull Yang Liu into the inner room.
Chapter completed!