The Qinglou industry in the Ming Dynasty was very developed, and when you open "The Golden Vase of Plums", prostitutes seem to be ubiquitous. Ximen Qing and his friends drank and had fun in the brothel, celebrated his birthday in the brothel, and talked about business in the brothel, and the prostitutes were also invited to the house to play and sing during the festival. In fact, in the middle of the Ming Dynasty, after the recuperation in the early Ming Dynasty, the people began to become wealthy, and the increase in prostitutes was one of the accompanying phenomena. Xie Zhao once described in "Five Miscellaneous Works":

Nowadays, prostitutes are all over the world, and there are thousands of prostitutes in their metropolises, and there are often other remote towns. Leaning on the door all day long, laughing, prostituting for a living, and making a living is pitiful. And the officials of the Jingshi Teaching Workshop collect their tax money, which is called fat powder money. Those who belong to the county are Lehu......

Not only that, during the period from Jiajing to Chongzhen, some people even held various "Liantai Immortal Society" and other prostitute beauty pageants, appraised famous prostitutes, and set up a "flower list", which was ranked in order: female champions, lists, and flower ......, and the lively situation was not inferior to the beauty pageants or drafts in modern society.

Shunyi is not a big city, and there are only three or four brothels on the surface. The street of the bluestone slab is not lively, nor is it deserted, there are red lanterns hanging under the eaves of Yanchun Building, and a fat woman who looks like a bustard mother is standing at the door, holding a Luopa in her hand, twisting her waist and pulling business with a smile on her face:

"This son, come in and sit down and drink tea......"

Yang Ming took a look and felt that this brothel was quite formal. He was not familiar with the people in Shunyi City, and he walked the streets and alleys alone for a long time before he found the location of this green building.

Those private prostitutes and homeless warblers in the back streets and alleys, Yang Ming has just arrived, and he hasn't touched the doorway yet, so it is not easy to find.

Walking into the gate of Yanchun Building, a turtle slave immediately greeted him and took Yang Ming to the hall to serve tea.

Yang Ming Shi Ran sat down, picked up the blue and white porcelain teacup and took a sip lightly, and looked around. The hall of Yanchun Building is three square, surrounded by carved fences, tables and chairs are arranged in the fence, and the guests sit in groups of three or five, and prostitutes eat tea and drink for fun. Inside is the courtyard, surrounded by a small two-story building, and you can vaguely see the carved railings of the cloister on the small building and the window lattice of the room with lights on.

On the right side of the hall is a small wooden stage, less than a foot high, and a man sits on the stage, holding the pipa in his arms and playing it gently, and the sound of the grumbling pipa wafts in the hall one after another laughter.

"Come, pick up the ...... for the master" In the fence next to the seat, a guest dressed as a wealthy merchant threw an almond high, and the girl sitting on the other side of the table quickly leaned up, raised her head and opened her mouth to the almond thrown over, and steadily took the almond into her mouth, and said with a smile: "Thank you, master." The rich merchant and a few friends next to him let out a lewd laugh.

"This son, do you have a familiar girl?" Mother Bustard recently came to bless Yang Ming, and the heavy makeup on her face squeezed together with her smile, making Yang Ming feel indescribably disgusted.

"Xiaosheng first came to your place, I don't know the scenery, I smell that this Yanchun Tower is one of the best places in Shunyi City, I came here, and I asked Mama to take care of it." Yang Ming tried his best to imitate the words and talents of the merry literati, and took out a piece of broken silver from his arms and put it on the table.

The bustard's mother glanced at the table, and knew that the broken silver was about three coins, and her eyes suddenly narrowed into a slit with a smile.

One tael in the Ming Dynasty is equivalent to 37 grams in modern times, in the late Ming Dynasty, in the era of silver scarcity, the average person can earn a few taels of silver a year, which is enough for the basic life of a few people in the whole family.

"Childe, please sit upstairs ......," the bustard mother said to Yang Ming with a smile.

As in modern times, prostitutes in the Ming Dynasty were divided into various levels. The lowest-grade warbler, like the modern street girl, is on the side of the road and on the corner of the alley, and the posture is intriguing. Prodigal children, peddlers and pawns, spend a few copper coins, you can seek a happy life. High-end prostitutes are similar to some female celebrities in modern times, going back and forth between high-ranking officials and dignitaries, talented and wealthy businessmen, singing, and colluding with various transactions.

For example, Ma Xianglan, a famous prostitute at the end of the Ming Dynasty, has both talents and talents, and her orchid painting is a must. From the members of the imperial court to the hawkers, there are all those who know their names. Pan Zhiheng, a Ming scholar, wrote the book "The History of the Banknote", which has a special chapter "The Biography of Ma Xianglan", which describes Ma Xianglan's prestige as follows: "No matter the palace relatives, princes and nobles, border city warriors, and peddlers...... Everyone knows Ma Xianglan. Xianglan's name is noisy, and the princesses are hurtful, and see Ma Ji's high affection...... Everybody looks out for themselves. Ji Shenghua is flourishing, and those who wander idle, drag teenagers, and walk on Mazhangtai Street are humiliated by not knowing Ma Ji. ”

The prostitutes who accompany the guests downstairs are all some big road goods, and they make a few hard-earned money by selling jokes on their skin and flesh. And those beautiful and intelligent, talented prostitutes will not show their heads in this lobby, most of them live in the pepper room upstairs in the backyard, and when they meet rich and tasteful guests, they will be introduced into the curtain, drums and strings, and even point to the country, passionate words, and the two sides have similar temperaments and emotional resonance, which will achieve good things.

"There is Mama Lao leading the way...... Yang Ming stood up, but saw that the girl next to him obviously heard the elegant conversation here, and raised her head to look at herself. Looking at each other, the girl's eyes showed a look of grief and envy.

An almond fell from the sky, brushed the girl's face and fell on the red-painted tabletop, bounced a few times, and landed on the green brick floor next to the table leg. The girl looked at Yang Ming next to her, distracted, and failed to catch the almonds thrown by the merchant opposite.

The merchant turned his head to look at Yang Ming, his brows furrowed, and he looked unhappy.

"Those on the ground, pick them up!" The merchant took out a small piece of silver and threw it on the table, pointed to the almonds falling on the ground, and said to the girl.

The girl's face froze, and she looked at the bustard mother beside Yang Ming with a distress look.

The bustard's mother's face sank, and she stared at the girl fiercely, and then turned her head to Yang Ming's side, and smiled, "Childe, please ...... here."

The girl bowed her head in disappointment, her eyes drooped, and she fell to her knees and bent down......

"I want this girl." Yang Ming's deep voice was full of majesty.

The girl who was kneeling on the ground was shocked, bent down and raised her waist, looking up at Yang Ming with a look of surprise and gratitude in her eyes.

With a "snap", the merchant slapped the table, and the man stood up suddenly, the teacup on the table clanged, and the tea in the cup splashed out, and the water stains spread on the table.

"Oh, uncle, don't be angry...... Bustard's mother smiled and stepped forward to salute the merchant, and kicked the girl who was kneeling on the ground with her foot, "Gui'er, why don't you wipe the table quickly......"

"Childe, this girl is a chick, she won't ...... anything" The bustard's mother turned around and smiled at Yang Ming, "Childe, please go upstairs, there is a good girl in the pepper room upstairs......"

"The girl in the pepper room wants it, and I want this girl too." Yang Ming said lightly, took two steps forward to the merchant, reached out and grabbed his collar, and with a straining of his arm, he lifted the merchant to the ground on his toes.

"Forget it, forget it......" A few friends next to the merchant hurriedly came up to persuade them, looking at Yang Ming, who was obviously a head taller than them and much stronger, these buddies were intimidated.

Commerce flourished during the Ming Dynasty, and many cities had night markets. The Ming people once wrote a poem "Beiguan Night Market", which described the grand trading of the night market outside Beiguan in Hangzhou, and the poem said: "The Beicheng evening market is like a forest, and it has been passed down to the present day. The green ramie is shaken by the wind and the moon shadow, and the sarong's fire shines on the spring yin. In front of the building, the drinking companions swim together, and the people on the lake are drunk. The noise is like the day, and the forbidden bell is not moving, and the night will be deep. In the Ming Dynasty, Tian Rucheng's "West Lake Excursion Zhiyu" also praised the good order of the Lin'an Night Market: "Bonlight trading, identifying the authenticity of money, do not deceive." ”

In the night market in the south of Shunyi, the sound of people is boiling, the stoves of the shops on the street are blazing, as if to compare the dim light of the lanterns, and all kinds of pasta snacks are sizzling on the frying pan, exuding bursts of tempting food aromas. Under the light of the lanterns, combs, scissors, copper mirrors, jewelry, clay pots, porcelain, tea, old books, pen holders, inkstones, silk cloth, shoes and socks, hats, old clothes, needlework and other small commodities are dazzling, showing the development of commerce and handicrafts in this era from one side.

Xiaocui's slender figure walked briskly through the crowded night market, the low lantern light on the stall reflected on her delicate face from the bottom, and there was a sense of confusion in the alternating light and dark corridor.

Passing through the night city, turn into another wide street, and then go forward dozens of steps, the street is the largest silk village in Shunyi City, Wufeng Silk Village. Today's business has long been a feint, and the five-room-wide façade has all fallen wooden planks, probably to save money, the lanterns on the eaves are not lit, and a row of dull lanterns swaying in the night wind.

Approaching the door, Xiao Cui looked around, and knocked on the door softly.

There was a creak, and the door opened a crack. Xiao Cui leaned sideways and flashed in, and the door immediately closed again.

The guy who walked in front led the way expressionlessly, and led Xiaocui through the front hall and into the courtyard behind. The two of them walked deeper along the steps of the room one after the other, and there were several tall trees growing on the inside of the courtyard wall, the dense foliage obscuring the view from the upper places outside, and there was a well in the corner of the courtyard.

There was a dim light in the window lattice of the back room, and the guy took Xiao Cui to the door, knocked on the door, stood sideways outside the door, watched Xiao Cui enter the house, and then turned to leave.

In the dim candlelight of the room, five or six people were standing or sitting, surrounding a middle-aged man sitting at the table of the Eight Immortals, the man's lean face, his eyes hidden in the shadow of the candlelight, and no expression of his expression could be seen.

"That guy is wearing Liu Bixian's hat?" The middle-aged man asked in a low voice.

"Yes." Xiao Cui replied with her head down.

"How much silver does Liu Bixian usually carry on him?"

"Two taels of broken silver, and there are six or seven dollars left."

The middle-aged man stood up, his hands behind his back and groaning.

Wearing a hat, obviously to disguise his identity, he borrowed a tael or a half of silver, what is he going to do?

Obviously, it won't be a meal, he doesn't have any acquaintances in this city, even if it's because of Xingzhi, if he wants to go to the night market to drink some wine, he won't leave Liu Bixian alone.

It's also impossible to buy things, the things in the night market are rarely worth more than one or two silver, and he wants to buy things, so he can't run out by himself.

Friends? What do you do with your money? Helping friends? But where do he have any friends in this city?

"Qinglou!" The woman standing next to the middle-aged man said two words coldly. This woman is twenty-seven or eighteen years old, with phoenix eyes and willow eyebrows, and a cold air in her beauty.

Qinglou?! The middle-aged man's heart sank.

There are so many beautiful women in his house? …… Well, the emperors and princes of all dynasties, even if there are three palaces and six courtyards, and there are groups of wives and concubines, there are also people who visit the Qinglou.

The middle-aged man turned his head to look at the woman beside him, the candlelight flashed at the bridge of his nose, and a pair of gloomy eyes emerged from the darkness, flickering with a palpitating cold light.

"Is there anything else you want to say?" His eyes disappeared into the darkness again, and a cold voice asked Xiao Cui in front of him.

"Nope." Emerald replied softly.

"Go back quickly, don't show a trace." The middle-aged man's voice softened, "Your parents and younger brother are fine, the boss said, as long as you do a good job, I will carry the flag for your whole family, get out of slavery, and reward your father with a good errand......"

"Thank you Yin for taking care of you." There was a bit of hope in Xiao Cui's voice.

In the pepper room upstairs in the backyard of Yanchun Building, a young woman wearing an emerald moonlight skirt is stroking the piano, her delicate body undulating with the plucking of her hands, and a touch of snow white at the neckline is faintly visible. The song "Zhan Nai" has a melodious tone, fresh and timeless, showing the leisurely charm of the owner to trace the fishing wood and send the smoke and haze.

Yang Ming sat on a large cedar chair covered with embroidered felt, hugged Gui'er, who was waiting close to him, sipped fragrant tea, and listened to the piano sound of the beautiful woman in front of him.

"Good piano skills!" At the end of the song, Yang Ming politely said.

The woman's piano skills in front of her are not bad, but compared to the modern guzheng master, it is still a little worse, as a modern person who is used to listening to the classic guzheng music on CD discs, Yang Ming does not have much amazing feeling about this woman's piano skills.

Moreover, Yang Ming himself can play the guitar and piano, and the chord techniques and rhythms of modern music are much stronger than those of the guzheng.

The woman's smiling face showed a hint of imperceptible disappointment, it seemed that this son was not an elegant person, just a rich boy who was willing to pay for beauty.

The pleats on the waist of Yuehua's skirt swayed, the elegant color was like moonlight, and the woman Yingying moved in front of Yang Ming.

"Childe, please drink tea......" The woman picked up the tea cup on the table, but did not hand it to Yang Ming.

The thin edge of the tea cup bit between the woman's teeth, the vermilion lips were slightly open, and the light waist bent down to send the tea cup to Yang Ming's mouth.

At the entrance of the tea, Yang Ming could feel the fragrance of the woman's breath.

"Good tea!" Yang Ming admired softly.

"Gui'er, let's make tea for my son again."

Gui'er, who was nestled next to Yang Ming, stretched out her hand and filled the teacup.

The woman picked up the teacup, her long nails flashed the color of impatiens red, smiled slightly, and took a sip with her sleeve to cover her face.

Vermilion lips leaned over and pressed against Yang Ming's mouth, and the stirring of the tip of the tongue sent the tea into Yang Ming's mouth.

"Let's sleep together." Unable to bear this teasing, Yang Ming stood up, hugged Gui'er with one hand, and hugged the young woman in the emerald Yuehua skirt with the other.

"Three?"

"Hmm."

In the room in the backyard of Wufeng Silk Village, the candlelight became more and more dim, and the woman with willow eyebrows and phoenix eyes pushed the door in—

"Yin Zhangban, I have already found it, that guy is in Yanchun Building......"

"Exactly?" The middle-aged man sitting at the table of the Eight Immortals asked gloomily.

"Exactly! The guy ordered two people to stay upstairs for prostitution, and there was a conflict with the guests in the lobby......"

"Does he have a weapon?" Yin Zhangban asked.

"No," replied the woman, "but you may have a short blade with you. ”

"Action!" Yin Zhangban stood up and commanded in a deep voice.

There was a sound of sharp knives coming out of the sheath and into the sheath, and four young men quickly put their two-foot-long short knives under the clothes around their waists, and two young men also held hammers wrapped in thick cloth.

"Yunqiu, you lead the team, I will go and ask the king's shopkeeper to arrange the carriage, if I can catch it alive, I will immediately send it out of the city......" Yin Zhangban said to the woman.

"Yes." Yun Qiu hid the one-foot-long Emei thorn into his sleeve and nodded to Yin Zhangban.

"You come with me." She commanded the four young men.

"Remember, don't be greedy for merit." Yin Zhangban said coldly, "Even if you can't catch it alive, as long as you cut the head and bring it back, it's a great achievement!" ”

"Yes." Yun Qiu took the four young men out of the door and disappeared silently into the darkness of the backyard.

Yin Zhangban's face was calm, his cold eyes flickering in the candlelight, and he checked the details of the action again in his heart.

His long gun was on an iron chariot, and his short gun was not carried with him.

His thunder method requires the cooperation of large iron cannons, and it cannot be used at close range.

He is in the light, and I am in the dark.

All the details of the operation are perfect, and even if you can't capture this person alive, the killing is foolproof.

A grim smile appeared on Yin Zhangban's face.

It's just that he forgot the Glock 17 pistol that Yang Ming was carrying. In fact, it can't be said that the people who saw Yang Ming kill two Houjin soldiers with this kind of pistol are all dead, except for Wang Cheng and Yang Ming himself.