The second leader of Liulifang, who was in charge of miscellaneous affairs, came to the firewood room, smashed a few pieces of money, and saw that Chen Qingniu would not die, and instructed with an expressionless face: "Don't do work today, the white dragon boat building will be completed in the next few days, it will be extremely busy, don't delay the business." ”

Chen Qingniu nodded innocently, and the second leader saw that this hard-working calf was interested, and then looked at the little girl's clothes and blood stains all over the ground, took out two more pieces of money, and threw them to Chen Qingniu. Chen Qingniu waited for the family to go out, listened to the footsteps and walked away, only then did he open a green brick on the floor and hide the six hanging coins in it. The position of the leader is the role of the person who is in charge of the life and death of many servants and prostitutes in any Qinglou, similar to the housekeeper of the big family, and the fox and the tiger are the best at it. This second leader did not have a good errand to choose and train new young prostitutes, there was not much oil and water, and he had always cherished money as his life, and today can be regarded as extraordinarily gracious.

At dinnertime, just as Chen Qingniu was struggling to get his share of the cold food, there was a squeak, a strong man with four big and five thick pushed the door in, with an eight-foot body and a dignified face, as soon as he saw Chen Qingniu who had half a life, his eyes were angry, he squatted down, handed over a bowl of porridge and a piece of cake, and said slowly: "I knew that something happened to you, so I hurried over and helped you get food." ”

Chen Qingniu smiled: "Thank you, Brother Wang." ”

The strong man shook his head and sighed: "Our brothers are not all cheap people who can't help themselves, if you can help a handful, maybe tomorrow we will change to Brother Wang's lack of arms and legs, except for you, the rest of the people in the workshop are goods without conscience, and I can only count on you to think about Brother Wang's good." ”

Chen Qingniu shook his head and said, "Brother Wang, you have a body of martial arts, and you can't suffer anywhere." ”

The man laughed at himself: "If you practice the style, you can only fight and kill, it is a road of no return, there will always be a day when it will be folded in the hands of others, Brother Wang doesn't want you to learn this from me." ”

Chen Qingniu nodded, poured a mouthful of rice porridge silently, and nibbled on the dough cake that was as hard as a stone. The burly man surnamed Wang Mingqiong squatting in front of him, a native of Liangzhou, is not a reading material, and he can't afford to read, he began to wander around when he was a teenager, with a bit of brute force, and later learned a few hard tricks with an unknown foreign ranger, a little famous, in the south of Liangzhou for ten years, always single-handed, no match for the complex connections of other people in the rivers and lakes, several times frustrated, disheartened, it just so happened that Liulifang Nursing Home, he was selected, fluttered for a few years, and finally became a small leader, there are five or six minions under his hands, compared to the bottom of the struggle of the little Chen Qingniu, the natural scenery is much more comfortable。

Chen Qingniu is a person who grew up in a big dye vat, he can't talk about knowing people, but he knows the most basic way of reservation, plus he has been getting along for many years, and he also knows that this seemingly upright martial artist in front of him has a lot of eyes, and he is small, and he can put on a little heroic posture when he is small and rich, and when he is in trouble, if he wants to pull a hand, it is a fool's dream.

Chen Qingniu wanted to set up a little bit of fitness from him very early, but unfortunately this guy is also very secretive, always prevaricating him, and always that set of high-sounding words, to put it bluntly, it is to save the little chicken belly intestines of the church apprentice who starved to death of the master, Chen Qingniu is helpless, not to talk about holding grudges, but a little regret, after all, he is in this business, he can learn a few glove roads, not to mention hurting people, his body is harder, and there are fewer minor illnesses and disasters, which is not a bad thing.

To be fair, although the reckless martial artist Wang Qiong hides his secrets, many things that come out of his mouth still make Chen Qingniu, who is a frog at the bottom of the well, feel very novel, for example, the martial artist rank he said really opened Chen Qingniu's eyes.

The world's martial artists were marked off the nine-grade Zhongzheng system.

The lowest inferior grade, commonly known as the first nine grades in the world, the highest upper grade, known as the holy product, there are few Suzaku Dynasty, only a handful. At the beginning of the nine products, he barely entered the room. A product is at the pinnacle, which can be called a top master.

The lower grade forging force, the middle three grade refining gas, and the upper three grade turning gods.

Wang Qiong likes to call himself a quasi-eight-rank martial artist, in fact, he is still a few lines away from the eight-pin, but among the servants of Liulifang, there is still a deterrent that cannot be underestimated, and there are more than a dozen ruffians and hooligans who can't get close to him at all, and the maid's favorite thing to do is to secretly pinch Wang Qiong's strong chest muscles, and when he drinks, he also likes to bare-chested and bare-chested, perform a piece of chest muscle shaking, or play a stick game, which can always win the applause of the house, Chen Qingniu also shouted energetically, half of it was flattery, half of it was envy.

The powerful men of the capital who were deeply resentful of Chen Qingniu talked about the war between the two dynasties, and they were always inseparable from women, and at this time, what people like Wang Qiong said were very different, and the martial artist who was in the prime of life gushed endlessly: "Our thirteen states of Vermilion Bird, in the past fifty years, there have been many masters, especially Fengzhou and Yanzhou, ten fierce young handsome people have risen one after another, Zhu Feixiong, the son of King Yan, and he was ranked as the captain of the dragoon battalion at the age of twenty. Wei Wu, the flag bearer in the Chang'an Hou army, was only fifteen years old, with unparalleled strength, holding a vermilion phoenix battle flag, and everywhere he went, he was like a bamboo. There is also the confidant Lu Kui under the command of the general Han Zhibao, known as the 'villain slaughter', who is responsible for burying more than 400,000 soldiers of the Yuhui Dynasty alive in Dangyang County, a full 400,000. These people must be military generals of the third grade, not to mention the Marquis of Chang'an, who moved the capital with a sword twenty years ago, his old man's reputation as 'Confucian General Unparalleled' is not a scare. ”

Chen Qingniu was in a trance when he heard it.

is similar to the alluring city and disaster on "Yan Wang Xingxing Xiao Xue Hou Tu", Wang Qiong's so-called heroes and heroes are all his little toad lying at the bottom of the well looking up at the small sky above his head, and he absolutely can't imagine the demeanor and realm.

Wang Qiong had already fallen into a frenzy, and said to herself: "Not to mention the means of the upper third grade, just a strong man of the middle and third grades can easily give birth to a tiger and leopard, kill one person in one step, and be domineering." It's a pity that your brother Wang practiced martial arts late, and he has been groping blindly in his early years, until he had that opportunity later, which is a small achievement. ”

Chen Qingniu hurriedly said: "Brother Wang was not born in a rich family, otherwise he would have met the Master earlier, and he would definitely not lose any Junyan." ”

In a brothel, even if it is a big man like the big leader of the Yugong family, who leads the responsibilities of one party, he cannot lack the two crosses mantra believed in by small teapots like Chen Qingniu: slipping the whiskers and holding the horses, nodding and diligently, watching people put dishes on the dishes, and looking down on people with dog eyes.

Chen Qingniu thinks that he is familiar with the first fifteen words, and he is still pondering the essence of the last five words. Knowing that in the face of a role like Wang Qiong, who is not high or low, he can really give Wang Qiong the icing on the cake with a small shrimp, what people want is the superiority of the moment when they talk about it on their side, of course Chen Qingniu has to put the position low and low, and hold others high and high.

Sure enough, Wang Qiong said that wherever she spoke, she still smiled.

Chen Qingniu hesitated for a moment and asked a question that he had been puzzled for a long time: "Brother Wang, do you say that there are still people above the holy products?"

Wang Qiong was stunned for a moment and said with a smile: "Even if there is, it is still an immortal." ”

Chen Qingniu asked the bottom: "Is there really an immortal?"

Wang Qiong pursed her lips and said with a lack of interest: "Maybe there is, it's not that the Northern Tang Dynasty National Master knows how to call the wind and rain, scatter beans into soldiers, and with his own strength, he can resist our Vermilion Bird's million male soldiers for twenty years." But I think that's just a lie. There will always be a day when the Northern Tang Dynasty will be like the Jade Hui Dynasty, trampled by our Chang'an Army and the Great Yan Iron Cavalry. What kind of national teacher, when he dies, he is a mess. ”

Chen Qingniu echoed: "Obviously, most of the witchcraft is just a false rumor and a trick that does not enter the stream, and it should not be true." Only such a real force as Brother Wang is the supreme royal road. ”

Chen Qingniu has been mixed with the fence for many years, has a good memory, and has memorized a lot of literary and crepe words, which is very effective.

Wang Qiong laughed.

He finally got up and left the firewood room satisfied, feeling that this trip was not in vain, not to mention a small favor, the most important thing is to make himself feel comfortable.

This is the reason why he likes to chat with Chen Qingniu, this kid's life is not good, but, at least, patting the horse's ass is much more subtle and clever than his subordinates' minions, knowing that it is a whisker and a horse, or comfortable.

Chen Qingniu barely stopped the bleeding, sitting in the empty and narrow firewood room, all in his mind were Xiao Wan'er's hateful smiling face, and the gloomy eyes of the purple-shirted man, for some reason, what he recalled the most was the gray-robed old man behind the vicious man.

Like a lifeless ghost.

He is just a layman, and he can only be sure that whether he is a gentleman in the capital, or an old man who is better, he is definitely not a half-baked monk Wang Qiong can be compared.

As for the depth of the strength of the two, Chen Qingniu couldn't guess.

Chen Qingniu was clearly disparate from them, he pulled the corners of his mouth, and muttered, "At the worst, I will also cripple one or two people who have a relationship with you." ”

Chen Qingniu, who doesn't know any big truths but has been crawling and rolling in the pickling dye vat for more than 15 years, has learned to know how to advance and retreat by himself, but it doesn't mean that he will blindly swallow his anger.

Many of the miscellaneous servants who scolded him for their mongrels would die violently every few years for no reason.

Liu Qi, who has not yet entered the palace, whenever he hears about this kind of incident, always says that your kid is not lucky enough to carry it to the extreme, God will still open his eyes and help you clean up the scum.

Chen Qingniu always behaves happily, luckily, and shouts happily, just like any ordinary teenager.

This night.

His eyes were bloodshot with pain.

Chen Qingniu cowered in the corner of the wall without saying a word, his teeth biting on his arm, a row of blood marks.

Wiping off the two bloodstains on his face that were enough to shock outsiders, and exhaling the depression in his heart, Chen Qingniu stared blankly at the bright moon outside the window, he never understood why the literati who came to Liulifang to talk about it always liked to be sad in spring and autumn, and made some poems about the sadness of the moon, but it always made the top brands in the workshop with deep feelings, and then burst into tears.

Chen Qingniu smiled, we haven't read poetry books, and we haven't touched a single subset of scriptures and histories, but we don't have their realm.

Lying back on the bed board, sleep lightly, at dawn, Chen Qingniu got up, in addition to serving tea and water during the day to run errands around, he also needs to go to the kitchen of Liulifang, pick out the remaining fish maw and animal casings, use special craftsmanship, make a small set, and then send it to the head of the girl who is responsible for the private affairs of the girl's bed, and then transfer it to the red card, Qingyin, Lingguan, Singer and so on, this is not only physical work, but also skill work, Chen Qingniu made this kind of gadgets are always better than others, over time, Liulifang will know that there is a small guy in the workshop who was named by the champion Li Lang and has good skills, if not, the leader in Qingyin, how could Xiao Wan'er remember Chen Qingniu, an inconspicuous down-and-out person.

In the early morning, when Chen Qingniu's hands were busy, he was thinking of a way, and wanted to send Xiao Wan'er a "accidentally" punctured thing, all the Qinglou Chu Pavilions in the world, what is the first thing? Naturally, the cash cows are not allowed to get pregnant, and the common way is to drink a liquid containing a slight mercury solution, but this kind of thing has been going on for many years, and it hurts too much, and the celebrities in the big hook bar are naturally not happy, and only Xiao Qinglou is forced to do it.

Originally, the things made by Chen Chen Qingniu were the most suitable, but the guests of the high-class Qinglou brothels such as Liulifang were mostly harsh, how could they like to wear that thing, and they were not hearty enough after all, only the famous red cards like Xiao Wan'er, as well as the Oiran, had to spend a little bit of thought, so that they had the ability to make men willing to wear that little thing, ordinary officials, twisting and coquettishness, most of them still couldn't bear the requirements of the prostitutes, and they couldn't die or live for this.

Chen Qingniu sat on the small bench, thinking about how to ensure that the things that were moved were delivered to Xiao Wan'er, but this was a little more difficult. The arrangement of the head of the class was not in his hands, and he couldn't enter Xiao Wan'er's private courtyard.

You can only take one step at a time.

Chen Qingniu admonished himself.

He can't make a mistake.

fell, not everyone is qualified to make a comeback, a worthless servant like him, he dies when he dies, there is no father, no mother, no warm bed, no one cares.

A large number of disobedient prostitutes die every year in Liulifang.

I didn't even have a name.