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Chapter 493 “Is it possible that Zhao Heng’s nickname is Mao Dan??”

I have to say that the oiran is indeed an oiran. Kangkang and the others looked straight at him and didn't even bother to eat the snacks. Only Po, Hengchihengchi, kept showing off the snacks.

Jiang Ting sat aside. He had experienced too much since he was a child and almost never ate anything from outside. After checking that the tea was OK, he handed it to Ah Bao when Ah Bao was too busy to drink water. Go up and take care of Abao.

When Abao saw that Jiang Ting refused to eat, she said with a bulging mouth: "Little brother, eat it, I've tried it, it's not poisonous!"

Jiang Ting was watched by Abao, so he had to pick up a piece and taste it. It tasted really good.

When A Bao was eating, her chin was like a colander, and scum kept falling down, so Jiang Ting patted it away for her.

"A Ting, don't worry about A Bao. Just let her eat by herself. Come and watch the oiran dance! Doesn't it look good?" Kang Kang saw that Jiang Ting never stopped, so he quickly took Jiang Ting's arm and said.

Jiang Ting was not interested in dancing. He turned his head and glanced at Uncle Zhao. As expected, Uncle Zhao didn't pay much attention either. From time to time, he brushed away the snack dregs that Abao rubbed against him.

As for the waiter and the others, they were very busy, because he found that...the dolls in the front row were really edible...especially the eldest lady, they were really edible...

The oiran finished her dance and took a final call. Just when everyone thought she was going to stop, she soon came out to play the piano again.

"Zhao Abao, can I send you to piano lessons tomorrow?" Zhao Heng said in a light tone.

When A Bao heard this, the rice in his hand suddenly lost its flavor.She thought for a while, then shook her head and said, "Dad, I don't like playing the piano. Mom said, if I don't like it, I don't have to learn it."

"Dad thinks you might like it," Zhao Heng said.

"I don't think I'll like it." Abao raised his head, frowned, and looked at Zhao Heng reluctantly.

Just as Zhao Heng was about to speak, another piece of snack flew towards Zhao Heng's mouth.

However, Zhao Heng was obviously prepared this time. He reached out to catch the snack when it flew over.

Abao immediately acted as if he hadn't seen it and went on to watch the oiran playing the piano while eating snacks. However, she didn't understand it and just found it lively.She likes to watch the excitement.

From time to time, the children would cheer in agreement. Many people originally had evil intentions towards the courtesan, but after being disturbed by the children, they could only applaud.

"When you go back to Beizhou, you don't need to tighten your arms too much. It won't get worse in a place like this, as long as you remain firm in your heart." Zhao Heng took advantage of A Bao to talk to Liang Kang and the others. He patted the seat next to him and asked Jiang Ting to sit over, and said to Jiang Ting.

"You have to make use of all the places around you. These places of sensuality and chaos are often the most well-informed places." Zhao Heng said.

Jiang Ting listened carefully.

"On the premise of being able to protect yourself, you can be a child again. Although you have to keep your emotions and anger hidden, you still need to make yourself happy at certain times. If you are always tense, Ating, even if you can survive it, I won’t feel happy either.”

Jiang Ting thought for a while, as if he had thought about something again, and nodded heavily.

As for Abao, he was already discussing with Kangkang and others on how to get up early to buy roast chicken tomorrow morning.

At the end of the oiran's performance, Baixiangfang will draw a "lucky audience" who can order a piece of music to be performed by the oiran.

Po was not so lucky, and Liang Kang eventually became the lucky one.

When Liang Kang was called to the stage, the oiran asked softly: "What kind of music does this young master want to listen to?"

Liang Kang thought for a while, scratched his head and said, "Sister Oiran, do you know "Song of the Strong Man"?"

The oiran looked disheveled, but she still nodded.

"Song of the Strong Man" is a ditty from the capital. It was originally composed by workers who built palaces. It mainly has a down-to-earth tone, because it is mostly sung when doing physical work. "Wow, I love hearing it, I love hearing it!" Erya moaned from below.

When Abao heard people wailing, she also wailed.

So... under the watchful eyes of everyone, the oiran slightly changed the "Song of a Strong Man" and sang it in a soft female voice.

Mao Shisan stood aside and watched, feeling complicated for a moment.This Young Master Liang... doesn't seem to have the same sympathy and compassion as his father. He looks like a young playboy with a bad brain and no sense of style.

That night, the waiter almost cried as he sent these children away.

As Bao walked, he said, "Your snacks are so delicious. I will come again next time."

The waiter couldn't laugh or cry: "..." Don't come here next time!
As soon as this "Song of a Strong Man" is sung, Baixiangfang will soon become a joke on Qinghe Street...

……

On the way back to Xinghua Street, several children were discussing how to get up early tomorrow morning. After all, tomorrow morning would be the 29th of the twelfth lunar month, the last day before New Year's Eve.

"I want to eat two roasted chicken legs tomorrow morning!" Po poked his head out to talk to Mao Shisan outside the carriage: "Shisanmao, don't forget, I have to go out to buy roasted chicken very early!"

Mao Shisan didn't dare to move... Everyone was closed, where could he buy roast chicken?
When Abao and the others started chattering again, Mao Shisan whispered to Zhao Heng, who was also sitting on the front board of the carriage, and asked: "Master, where can I buy it? What should I do?"

"It doesn't matter, you can just fly into their yard and squat in their yard early in the morning." Zhao Heng raised his eyebrows and said.

Mao Shisan: "..." Okay, just squat.

"Goodbye Kangkang! Goodbye Dabao, goodbye big duck and two ducks!..." At the door of Zhao's house, Abao kept waving to his friends.

Then he hummed and climbed up the threshold, muttering: "I'm going back to sleep. When I wake up, I'll have roasted chicken legs to eat."

"Thirteen cents, remember to buy two, you didn't get them last time!" Abao still reminded.

Mao Shisan smiled uglier than crying.

……

Early the next morning, before dawn, Qin and his son opened the door and found two people squatting in their yard. Qin Meng (Qin's son) was shocked.

"The younger one is a guard of the Zhao family, his name is Mao Shisan. Our young master really misses your roast chicken, so he ordered me to stay overnight." Mao Shisan said pitifully towards Qin Meng.

Qin Meng turned back to look at Mr. Qin, who smiled: "Roasted chicken is okay, but you have to go back and ask your master if he can guarantee that we can leave the capital safely?"

As soon as he heard this, Mao Shisan felt energetic. He patted Shen Zheng on the shoulder and said, "You stay here, I will go back to find the master."

A little more than a quarter of an hour later, Mao Shisan came with a few people. The leader saluted Mr. Qin and said: "I am Jiumao, by order of the master..."

Qin Meng muttered to one side: "Why are the Zhao family's guards ranked according to Mao? Shouldn't they be ranked according to Zhao?"

"Is it possible that Zhao Heng's nickname is Mao Dan?"

[Deng Deng Deng Deng, here I come again]

(End of this chapter)