The Three Masters in Brocade Clothes of Daming Gate

"Your ears are broken, so you can't hear me?" The little demon's face began to frost, and he followed Lan Xishu without hesitation, and walked away under the guidance and introduction of a few Turkic words in Chinese from the Tartar man. Up the stone steps.

"Miss Su, please stay!" Lan Xishu turned around and saluted, and said in a tone that he felt sour, "You and I have never met each other, and besides, men and women don't know each other, so Lan dare not make a mistake!"

Well!The little demon's eyes widened like hairy black grapes. She watched Lan Xishu for dozens of blinks. She never knew each other. This time she will walk away!

Unexpectedly, the little demon stared at the round black grape slowly into the crescent bay, and looked at Lan Xishu with a nympho expression of obsession and joy: "It's really different! People like men from Daming, just look at it." , How many times have you read the book!" The face of the hardcore third master became jam-colored, and the old man knew that this time he was selling sour and met someone who was jealous. Bright prospects for son-in-law.

The hard-core third master followed the buddy to lift the woven blanket and entered a big room on the east side. This is the room where he stays in the ancient pavilion in Liangzhen every time he comes.

The rooms here are all closed, Lan Xishu really has gained knowledge, Lan Xishu looked at the thick and unique hand-woven carpet for a long time, and the little demon next to him really made Lan Xishu feel like a scholar met a soldier.

Lan Xishu said in his heart that he must not be entangled anymore, this woman is half-baked.

Lan Xishu just waited to walk in with the hard-core third master, when the little demon suddenly grabbed Lan Xishu's arm, and the person followed suit, and whispered, "San Shao Lan! Follow me to the back!"

Lan Xishu clearly felt his arm rubbing between the little demon's bulging peaks, and his fingers were placed below the little demon's belly.

This is a blatant tease!

Well!Lan Xishu immediately withdrew his arm bluntly. He had never had such sensitive contact with any girl except the house. Even if he had some wild thoughts when he was close to the house, he would be reminded by the clean and clear eyes of the house. My own dirty thoughts, touching the hands and shoulders of the house, how dare I touch the house as I please!

In his mind, his house is clean and exquisite, so he will try his best to pretend to be a gentleman when the fire is not ready.

Sometimes it is necessary to pretend, even if each other knows how to pretend, this is the iron law for Chinese men to get out of bed.

Lan Xishu became more and more disgusted with this Liangzhen little demon. Not every man likes this kind of girl who is too direct.

"Miss Xie Su kindly, I am new to Baodi, and I like to be with the third master. I am used to this journey. It is inconvenient, please stay!" Lan Xishu began to hide his impatience. Seeing the hardcore third master's two When a son came over to say hello to the little demon, he hurried away.

There was the sound of the little demon stomping outside, followed by footsteps full of resentment. The little demon finally left. Lan Xishu heaved a sigh of relief. In a blink of an eye, the hardcore third master stepped out from the east room and looked at him with a big smile. It was embarrassing for him.

Lan Xishu cupped his hands in shame.

"The women here are all like this, and you will be at a loss if you are direct. It's good, little demon, haha! I thought young people like this!" The hardcore third master sat down, and Lan Xishu smiled helplessly. Looking around, the tables, chairs and benches are not very particular. The Eight Immortals table in Guannei has never been painted, the original color of the wood, the edges and handles are all lit up, it is not simple and heavy, the teapot on the table looks like a smuggled defective product, blue and white porcelain clumsy.

The face of the Tatar guy next to him was wrinkled under the fur hat. If he didn’t mix Turkic and Chinese, Lan Xishu could barely understand him. Lan Xishu followed his gestures and picked up the rug and entered the West Room. Most of the women here know how to weave blankets, which is also one of the exchanges between the Tatars and the smugglers from Ming Dynasty. Although the horses of the Tatars are not as strong as the Mongols, and the Mongolian knives are very popular, there are also people in China who like this kind of fabric, and the market is not big. , but has been stable, this is what Lan Xishu learned from the hardcore third master all the way.

Entering the house is a big kang, simple and clear, but the room is very clean, the tables and chairs are against the wall, what is rare is that there are pens, ink, papers and inkstones behind the table, it can be seen that they are carefully prepared for smugglers coming from Daming territory.

This was totally beyond Lan Xishu's expectation. He always thought that the houses of vulgar Mongols who like to show off their strength would be dirty and dirty, similar to primitive people.

Another Han guy came in with a clean bedding and blanket, spread it quickly and followed the Tatar guy out without saying a word, and the hardcore third master came in and sat down on a chair.

"It's good!" Lan Xishu was very satisfied. He touched the big kang that was big enough for three or five people to roll over. It was very warm. It seemed that the kang was burning outside. The windows are deep, and standing in the house feels like living in a cave, but the corners of the house are clean, and Lan Xishu likes it very much.

"It's good to get used to it! Compared with running outside, the Guting Inn is very well-behaved. It's somewhat close to our mainland. If you change to another inn, the safekeeping will keep you awake at night." The hardcore third master laughed, Laughing a little weirdly, Lan Xishu understood a little bit, and laughed a few times weirdly.

During this journey, Lan Xishu had a general impression of Liangzhen from the words of the hard-core third master and his guys. There is nothing particular about this place, and there are no rules. There are all kinds of inns everywhere, and women of various races are everywhere, but women from good families are rare. There are only one or two towns like Xiaoyao, and things are considered rare and expensive.

However, when the hard-core third master said this but, the crow's feet of the old face were straightened and stiffened, revealing a vigilance and murderous look other than the shrewd and capable smugglers traveling north and south.

"There are no framework rules here. There is only one rule. As long as you enter within a hundred miles of Liangzhen, you will be in the domain of the Wu. Follow the rules of the Wu. No matter where the smugglers come from, once they enter this range, they will kill and steal. It is absolutely not allowed. There is no black market and white market here. All of them are under the jurisdiction of Ah Wu. There are even rigid regulations on smuggling salt and weapons. Half of the goods of smugglers must be exchanged with Ah Wu, which is equivalent to taxation. , and the rest, such as cotton and linen, daily necessities, as well as popular herbal medicines, blue and white porcelain, gold and silver ornaments, rouge and gouache, etc., are freely traded and exchanged.”

There is another important one. People who come to Liangzhen must have ah-wu in their eyes and hearts. It is necessary to pay homage to the wharf. You can do whatever you want. You can only trade in Liangzhen after you have worshiped the wharf. Don’t take chances. Otherwise, needless to say, if you will see the sun tomorrow, you will not be able to see it if you specify.

Who is Wu Wu?

no one knows!