After an hour of the sound of the inlaid pearl wheels running over the bluestone slabs, the people in the building near the end of the alley in Rouge Lane also passed as usual, and the bottom of the copper basin used for grooming on weekdays leaked completely and could not be repaired, so it was used as a charcoal basin, which was deeper than the old one and saved carbon.

Carbon is Sun Mama from the hands of the charcoal seller outside the south of the city, although it is not easy to produce and a lot of smoke and dust, but it is better in the cheap and burn-resistant, it is the small door and small households in Wuhang City, the poor people actually compete with each other, the charcoal seller who is not able to eat the clothes and food in the mouth every time he enters the city, he always has to bribe a few dollars of silver wine money to the city gate captain and sergeant on duty, and the income of more than 1,000 catties of carbon from an ox cart is also quite limited.

The charcoal seller worked hard for more than ten days to get an ox cart of carbon into the city, and it was empty in less than an hour, Wei Changpan carried the burden and walked with Sun's mother twice before picking up a hundred catties, but it was dozens of dollars cheaper than the nearby shops.

100 catties of carbon, can't burn for many days, when Sun's mother pulled Wei Changpan to go again, she never saw the ox cart with a thousand catties of carbon, and listened to the people around her, saying that the old man sold the carbon and led the ox cart out of the city, and was intercepted by the hungry people outside the city, and the people killed the silver and robbed the cattle to eat, and when the city officials went out to look for it, they saw a thin corpse with red strips, and they couldn't find out which of the murderers were holding a piece of half-cooked beef in the field to gnaw on the hungry people, or dozens or hundreds.

Since then, there has been one less insignificant old man in Wuhang City who sells cheap charcoal.

Pile up the carbon in the copper basin to three or four points full, and stuff the roots with firewood inside, Wei Changpan blew hard towards the gap in the carbon pile, otherwise it would be difficult to generate this carbon.

He got up in embarrassment, went to the water tank in the stove room to bow with water to wash off the carbon ash on his face, only this charcoal basin in the huge hall, and he could feel a little warmth when he got closer, and standing a little farther away was still the same as falling into an ice cellar.

Mother Sun was busy with today's meal in the stove room, peeled and boiled the red roots, added soup boiled with unknown vegetable leaves, and floated a few oil stars. Sister Cui said that when the meat was opened for half a decade, it was mostly the goods that were half-thrown away and half-sold by the butchers in the water, and they were properly cooked and served by Mother Sun's thick oil red sauce, which was no worse than the pot of veal.

However, there are still three days left before the full mouth once every half a decade, and there is only red lotus and vegetable leaf soup.

Sister Cui was reluctant to open the door for passers-by to see the cold food and drink of the people in the building, and as soon as the man in white left, he asked Wei Changpan to get the door panel back.

Two meals a day, the little food in the morning is long gone, Wei Changpan's belly is empty, and it is the time to grow his body, and the amount of food is worth the three of Sister Cui. The martial arts physique is stronger than ordinary people, and the amount of food is often much larger, and many heroines and fairies who walk the rivers and lakes outside in order to save face, eat and drink mostly on weekdays, and suffer a lot.

The steaming red lotus and leaf soup was served, there was no oil and salt, but after being hungry for a long time, no matter how crude the meal was, it tasted sweet.

lit the oil lamp, that little bit of bean-like dim light can only keep the food from not being eaten in the mouth, the lamp lit by Daddy Yan can't be lit anywhere as usual, and the other three know that if they don't light the lamp, they can pull the food into their mouths smoothly, and Daddy Yan won't even give such a big light.

groped for his own bowl of red lotus to bring over, the red lotus was divided by Mother Sun, Sister Cui and she were only more than half a bowl, Daddy Yan's bowl was full, only the sea bowl in front of Wei Changpan was piled up. He roughly weighed the amount of the sea bowl, and he could eat seven and a half minutes full, scratched his head and took the chopsticks handed over by his mother, and saw that Sister Cui had caught a piece of red lotus in her mouth, and began to pull it in her mouth.

The red lotus is extremely hungry, and after most of the things in the sea bowl are put into the stomach, some vegetable leaf soup is poured down, and it swells up, and it is a whole sea bowl. A porridge and a meal are not easy to come by, Wei Changpan grew up in a farmer's house, so he naturally knows that food is precious, and leftovers are a bad habit that must not be had.

It's easy to fill the food in the sea bowl, Wei Changpan felt that something was going to gush out of his throat, and hurriedly concentrated on pressing it, Sister Cui and the three waited for him for a while, Wei Changpan put away the dishes and chopsticks on the table into the wooden basin, and walked to the Longpu River next to the building to wash, the outside of the building was bright, all the lights were bright, and the colorful boats in the river were less than the rest of the year, but the laughter of men and women was still there.

I don't know when the rules were set, but whenever there is a prostitute family in the Longpu River riverside house, no matter how embarrassed, you have to light a red lantern to hang, Rouge Lane is naturally hung from the end of the alley to the end of the alley, but the big green building at the head of the alley is an elegant palace lamp painted with landscapes, flowers and birds, and the people at the end of the alley can only hang bamboo strips of red paper for poor goods.

Although they are both prostitutes, the alleys and alleys are like heaven and earth, and the women in the alleys even disdain to share wells, and very few distinguished guests are willing to condescend to the houses at the end of the alleys where heavy makeup is smeared to attract guests.

Daqinglou has its own rules of Daqinglou, hanging red lanterns and standing at the door to solicit customers in the eyes of many distinguished guests is too cheap, so the principal of Daqinglou in Rouge Lane will dig out his mind, and invite a calligrapher to write a plaque, and build the building in a unique style, some of which are similar to the academy in Wuhang City, and there are also those who spend a high price to transport a cart of yellow sand and women from the Western Regions, and even more of them will be the daughter of a lord of the dead country destroyed by Dayao as an oiran.

A building like Sister Cui, unlike the pawns of the alley peddlers and the places where the sons of the wealthy lords in the alleys come and go, in addition to Sister Cui's wrists, there are also such reasons, so they can operate so far, but they can't escape the so-called unpredictable truth of the world, fortunately not affected by natural disasters, how do you know that there are no disasters?

Sister Cui was about to go upstairs, but she was attracted by the light reflected in the building, like the bright light of the lantern that lit up like daylight nearby, and she couldn't help but open the door, and there were many people outside the door.

"Wang Cuicui?" asked a woman in the crowd outside the door.

"Yes. This real name, which has not been called for a long time, was suddenly spoken, and Sister Cui hesitated for a moment before agreeing.

"From now on, the rent of this building will be free. "The woman who used to be in a green building with Sister Cui is now also retiring, doing the work of training newcomers, although there has been no contact since Sister Cui left, she still knows that she opened a house in Rouge Lane and does not sell her body to live.

Sister Cui pondered for a moment, and guessed the reason for this unreasonable thing in her heart, so she didn't want to ask any more: "Then thank you here." ”

"I don't need to thank anything, it's just an errand run. The woman smiled wryly, "Who would have thought that the child you took in like a wild dog would fall into the eyes of that child." ”