After separating from his teammates, Xiang Yong walked to the most prosperous place in the county, which was an open space next to a small bridge, with dozens of small vendors, various shops on both sides, and several tea stalls and snack stalls.

Xiang Yong casually grabbed a young man who looked like an idle man, and asked politely: "This brother Tai has just arrived in Xia and is not familiar with this place. I wonder what good places the rich families in this county like to go to hang out?"

The idle man looked at the five big and three rough, with a fierce face, but he was very good at talking, and smiled kindly: "Our county is too small, and there are not many good places to go." The jade building is good, there are a few girls there who are quite smart, and everyone who has a few dollars in their pockets like to go shopping. There are also many people going to Boss Zhong's teahouse, where the storyteller is very eloquent, and he is recently talking about the legend of the rivers and lakes 'The Legend of the Fire Heroes'. ”

"By the way, there's an 'auspicious gambling house' across the street, and if you're confident in your luck, you can play a few games. ”

"Thank you!" Xiang Yong looked grateful.

After saying goodbye to the idle man, Xiang Yong walked to the opposite street with the broken silver in his hand. Looking up and seeing the plaque of "Auspicious Gambling House", the characters are excellent, the iron painting silver hook, the same hieroglyphs, but it is very different from Chinese, and it can only be understood with the help of the Lord God.

From afar, you can hear the noise and all kinds of shouts that don't know their meaning.

Xiang Yongmai walked in, and there were two strong men standing behind the door, standing there with forked hands like two door gods. If they were standing at the gate, it is estimated that few people would dare to come in.

Xiang Yong smiled, walked around the casino slowly, roughly understood several ways to play and various terms, so he took out the broken silver taels and exchanged them for some chips, placing two bets here and two bets there.

He wasn't here to win, he was just listening to the gamblers' chatter.

His luck was good, most of the day's work passed, not only did he not lose, but he won a few dozen taels of silver, and he also inquired about what he wanted to inquire. He deliberately lost half of the money he received, and then left satisfied.

Out of the gambling house, the sun had sunk in the west, Xiang Yong groaned, and he was not in a hurry to go back, but walked to Boss Zhong's teahouse.

No one greeted him, Xiang Yong walked up to the second floor alone, Mr. Storyteller had finished today's story, and at this time on the stage was a woman playing a pipa-like instrument singing softly, babbling.

Xiang Yong hurriedly glanced at it, his eyes fell on a young man in brocade clothes for a moment, and he immediately moved away and found a seat to sit down.

Soon Xiao Er came to greet him, and asked Yong for a plate of peanuts, a plate of local specialties that are a bit like soybeans, and a pot of light wine, eating and drinking slowly, while listening attentively to the conversations of the people around him.

Soon the young man in brocade clothes got up, and the four strong men sitting at the other table immediately followed suit.

Xiao Er ran to the young man in brocade clothes, nodded his head, and greeted, "Young Master Lu, go slowly! Welcome to come again!"

The young man in brocade picked up the folding fan and knocked it on Xiao Er's head, and scolded with a smile: "I have been sitting here for a long time, and I haven't seen you come to pour tea and water, and you don't have any eyesight." ”

Xiao Er smiled and said, "Young Master Lu, forgive me, it's not a little snub to you." In the past two days, there have been too many guests, all of whom have come to listen to the 'Legend of the Heroes of Fire', and Old Man He said this story really well, and sometimes the little ones forget to do things. ”

The young man in brocade said: "It is indeed wonderful, and the heroes of the Flame Gate are fascinating." How many more days will this story be told?"

"It's going to be more than ten days. ”

"Okay, then you will come back tomorrow and leave a good place for you. ”

"Okay, Young Master Lu go slowly!"

Xiang Yong didn't move, just ate and drank slowly. When it was almost dark, he dropped a small piece of broken silver to settle the bill and slowly walked down the teahouse.

After identifying the direction, he did not go back to the inn, but walked to the door of the "Jade Tower".

Two big red lanterns were picked out, all kinds of men came in and out, and the turtle and two women dressed up in fancy clothes, but only medium-looking, stood at the door and greeted customers, which was not a particularly high-end place at first glance. But in this small county, you can't expect more.

Xiang Yong stopped for a moment, he had already changed into a flirtatious smile, and his originally straight waist collapsed, like a lustful pleasure seeker.

When he arrived at the door, he walked in unceremoniously, and the turtle lord ushered in the eyes of the send-off, seeing that his clothes were not extravagant, but he was not so poor that he couldn't afford to play with the girl, the voice of greeting was not very enthusiastic, and he smiled perfunctorily: "Son, please!"

Inside is a lobby, and on the middle of the platform there is a girl with only a few thin pieces of cloth hanging on her body dancing, the dance posture is not very beautiful, but sexy and unrestrained, the men in the audience applauded, and blurted out foul language. No matter how sanctimonious a person usually is, when he arrives here, he will naturally reveal another side.

Xiang Yong naturally didn't come to look for flowers and willows, and he was not interested in the performance on stage, so he retracted his gaze after a glance.

The old bustard quickly caught up, and when he laughed, the two soft flesh on his chest trembled, and said coquettishly: "Yo, this son is very fresh, is it the first time to come?"

Xiang Yong deliberately smiled: "I'm not a son, my boss is going to open the medicine shop here, let me make an outpost." I heard that the Jade Tower is the best place to hang out here, so I came to check it out. ”

"It doesn't matter what your identity is outside, as long as you come to my building, you are the most honored guest," the old bustard looked at Xiang Yong with a smile, "Childe is so handsome! I wonder what type of girl Childe likes?"

Xiang Yong smiled: "I'm afraid of being cold, call me the two most lively and talkative girls, it doesn't matter if you look and talk." ”

As he spoke, he took out a piece of silver weighing at least one or two and handed it to the old bustard, "I'm tired." ”

This tip is not heavy, and it is really not enough compared to those high-rollers who spend a lot of money. But Xiang Yong's appearance was too handsome, and the old bustard was a little reluctant to look away, licking his lips, but wondering whether to end up in person.

She slowly took Xiang Yong to find a place to sit down, and then reluctantly called the girl over.

Xiang Yong ordered a pot of wine and two snacks, and soon two young girls of eighteen or nineteen years old were led to him by the bustard. "They are the daughters of the concubine who like to talk the most, and they are like little sparrows all day long. This is poetry, this is painting. Is Childe still satisfied?"

Both girls are ordinary figures, with less than 6 points and less than 7 points. And the makeup skills in this world are not very good, but Xiang Yong doesn't care.

The two greeted each other delicately, bowed to Yong slightly, and the two girls sat on his side, one left and one right.

"Childe, you have fun," said the bustard with a smile, "if there is anything you are not satisfied with, tell the concubine." The two daughters of the concubine are still young and have not yet been fully adjusted, so if you say something wrong, you should take more responsibility. As he spoke, he stepped back, and looked at Xiang Yong with his eyes while retreating in small steps, looking reluctant to give up.