"Sister Man, what are you doing? Do you want to help?"

"nothing."

"Are you making new clothes for me?" Bian Zibai's expectant eyes were clear and bright, which made people unbearable to refuse.

Unfortunately, Lu Ji didn't plan to make new clothes for Bian Zibai, but she was still a little funny about Bian Zibai's preferences. She liked to wear new clothes, like a child.

Lu Ji was like a thief, secretly putting down the girl in her hand and stuffing it into the dustpan in a covert manner. In the blink of an eye, she hid it behind her. The moment she looked up, it felt something was wrong. Although the guards were open, women always had some private things to do by themselves. For example, underwear, underwear, bellybands, etc., and even more seductive gauze clothes.

The first two are generally light and thin, mainly worn when you are sleeping, and gauze clothes are amazing. This thing is for women, and it is not a graceful young person who dare not wear it. The main thing is transparent, and the black silk and lace in later generations are far inferior. First of all, this thing is high-end, silk cloth, which is also a kind of silk; in addition, the perspective is very high, but because the luster of the fabric is too good, it will only appear when the body is moved...

Well, this kind of enjoyment of Lile is not the treatment that Bian Zibai can get.

Not to mention Bian Zibai, even ordinary scholars and officials have too many family population and too few resources, they cannot afford to support a decent team of dancers.

The emperor has eight thrones, six thrones, four thrones, and two thrones.

Qi refers to the arrangement of dance girls. One Qi is a row, one row of eight people. If it is eight Qi, it is sixty-four people. If ordinary scholars want to enjoy such glory, they must at least gather half of the emperor. This number of people is probably not a big deal for the Zhou emperor, but it is not easy for ordinary doctors to have a nobleman at the first level. The existence of rituals and music is a very important part of sacrifice. Whether it is eight Qi or six Qi, they all need to dance in the ancestral temple, especially some war dances, to show the difficulty of the ancestors' struggle.

Battle dance is always the main theme in rituals and music. The second is the dance in the banquet.

For the sake of face, dancers have the welfare conditions for food and accommodation. They are trained since childhood and cannot be too shabby in their clothes. Especially during performances, a piece of armor is needed, including silk, instructors who train dance girls, etc. The cost of a dance girl is equivalent to the cost of an ordinary soldier and a concubine. Although the armor of a dance girl is not mainly practical, it is definitely not simple to be luxurious. The cost of clothing alone is enough to bankrupt a small wealthy family. Moreover, these armored guards cannot be used at all.

Secondly, food is food. Dancing is very physically consuming. If you eat too poorly, you may not be able to support a tedious performance, so you should eat better than ordinary personal guards. Millet rice and pickled lumps cannot satisfy the appetite of dancers. You must have a certain amount of meat...

Furthermore, wear it, you won’t go out in a mess, right?

The nobles of this era also had the habit of calling dancers out to entertain VIPs. They wore plain clothes in linen, so would the owner still have the face?

Just like that, one by one, the cost of raising a dancer is definitely no less than a concubine.

Bian Zibai looked behind Lu Ji with a little disappointment, and saw a touch of red, and suddenly shouted, "Sister Man, what do you think is that?"

"What?"

Just as Lu Man's attention was changing, Bian Zibai quickly turned out the dustpan that Lu Man had hidden. He saw that it was vermilion red, and he felt it was quite slippery. After gestured for a while, he realized that it was really not for him to make clothes for himself, because there was too little fabric. He said in disappointment: "What! The vermilion is so charming, it would be great if it was blue."

Silk dyeing is not easy, and it is more difficult to render than ordinary fabrics. Red fabrics are rare and not cheap.

Logically speaking, his age, not to be young, is an illusion. His mental age can be an uncle for Lu Man, but he still can't help but want a new set of clothes, a complete set of clothes of this era, new. The reason why it must be stated that it is new is because the clothes he wears are old. They were bought in the old clothes store in the city and they are fit, but they are a little confused in their hearts, which are worn by others. In every city in the Warring States Period, the more beautiful the old clothes shop is.

The more you can't buy clothes, because it may be that the rogues in the city took off their dead clothes from the graves outside the city and sold them. In addition, there are shops to buy ready-made clothes, but the materials used are very ordinary. The clothes of this era were either linen cloth, and they were worn very much on their bodies. Or they were silk, which was expensive. He had a set of the former, but he probably couldn't afford it. The clothes on his body were linen cloth, and he didn't think about asking for new clothes because of the linen cloth.

But two days ago, he heard that a group of people in the city specialize in a business that has no capital, and they specially bought some clothes that look very new from the cemetery. Obviously, these are clothes taken off the dead.

Bian Zibai believed that the clothes on his body should not be, but he couldn't help but feel awkward!

So much so that he wanted to change the outfit he wore when he first came. If there weren't too many patches on the outfit, he would have changed it back long ago.

"Okay, after a few days, the restaurant business will be made. I will cut fabrics for you and make new clothes." Lu Man blushed with a red face and took the vine-red dustpan from Bian Zibai's hands and placed it in the cabinet. After a while, his ears were burning like fire.

Lu Man's abnormal behavior had long been aware of it in Bian Zibai's eyes, as if the fabric he had just pinched in his hand seemed to be acquaintance. It was a bit like a shorts he had made secretly.

Judging from the color, what Lu Ji was doing just now is probably not hers...

The answer was about to come out, it should be Lu Man's own close-fitting clothing. A woman's close-fitting clothing was moved by a man. Fortunately, it was not because of the Ming and Qing dynasties where ethics were rigid, otherwise he would have to be responsible to the end.

One is to know it clearly, and the other is to realize it later.

The silence that is awkward but has nothing to say makes people feel uncomfortable.

Fortunately, this embarrassment was quickly broken by a visitor: "This is Bian...Bachelor, Lord Bian!"

A bachelor is a false official position. As for the title of an adult, it is a respectful word. The adults here can refer to Yeye (dad), elders in the family, elders in the clan, respected old men, etc., which are rare in the officialdom.

It’s just that the other party is just a butler, and the butler of a small bureaucrat. When facing an official, he was born to be several generations short.

"Well..." Bian Zibai felt very ashamed. He obtained a wrong official position in a wrong era. This identity has only one title in any era - a treacherous minister. Once he was labeled as a treacherous minister, he could only go all the way to the black and open up his treacherous minister. At the age of fifteen, he would be a treacherous minister. This is probably unprecedented in history!

An An was seven years old in the green forest,

Zhou Yu went to lead his troops at the age of nine.

Ganluo Twelve was the prime minister,

Xie Jin entered the court gate for fourteen.

...

But why is it my turn to be - Zibai Shiwu Meijun.

If he was a beautiful woman, it would be fine if several people were jealous. But the problem was that he was a man, and he still had plans to study his own legend in the long scroll of history. What made him laugh and cry was that his career path was a little wrong as soon as he opened it.

Bian Zibai, who was still in a daze, recovered after several "reminders" by Lu Man, and looked at the visiting old man with a bit dull look. He looked at the old man who was already steady, dressed very simple but clean, giving people a very comfortable impression. Especially the other person's posture was very low, not short, and did not deliberately flatter him, but gave people the illusion that he had no bones all over his body.

"Who are you?"

"I am the servant of Zhong Shuya, the commander of the Imperial Guards, Liang." The old man shrank his head slightly, sat in front of him, looking at the stupid guy, who was too young, but he always gave him a very dangerous hint. By the way, it was like he met a half-large wolf cub, if he was not careful, he would pounce on him and take a bite.

The old man was a slave of the Zhongshu family. He either followed the surname of the head of the family or simply had no surname. This is very common in large families. Those who have made contributions and worked hard, and those who were valued by the master's family were qualified to obtain the surname of the master. It was equivalent to a highest reward. Just like Zheng Chenggong in the Ming Dynasty, after he was given the surname "Zhu", he became the "King of the People's Republic of China", which was the highest honor.

The same is true in the Warring States Period, but it is even more difficult for servants in the Warring States Period to obtain the surname of their master.

Of course, there is another possibility that the illegitimate child with a very low status. Needless to say, the blood and tears of the illegitimate child is a history of blood and tears. Starting from a servant, it is almost impossible to have a chance to turn things around.

Bian Zibai nodded. The old man's identity is not important. What matters is what he is here to do? The Zhongshu family is a member of the old doctor class of Wei State and belongs to the local forces. However, it has fallen. The talent in the clan has been in a shortage and has not been given a senior official like the Sansi for a long time.

"Where does the so-called come from?"

"The head of the family was happy to congratulate Mr. Bian for his career. He ordered the villain to prepare some gifts and come to congratulate him."

Bian Zibai began to be undecided. Before he became an official, someone came to bribe him. Should he accept the gift or not? He was in trouble.
Chapter completed!