If you are asked to do historical animation, will you be a bad person?

Chapter 18 What a strong girl
The content of the chat in the group surprised the prostitute teacher.

To be honest, he didn't expect that his group of water friends would have such a wide range of knowledge.

Especially when analyzing the character of the Madam, it gave the prostitute teacher a different perspective.

[This mother is also a capable person. I heard that she had also persuaded Ling'er to accept her fate before. 】

[The art of language is really amazing. Take the example of redeeming one's body for the first step, and let Ling'er take care of herself for the second step. 】

[If Ling'er listens to this, regardless of Qiao'er, he will be able to completely settle down and work in Anle Pavilion. 】

[Without Ling'er's help, Qiao'er could only live on his own, and in the end he resigned himself to his fate in the dark. 】

[The madam must also be a person with stories, and I don’t know how many things he has gone through to become so cunning. 】

[Yes, after all, the brothel is not a hereditary one. The previous madam appoints heirs from the girls under her. 】

[In short, I always thought the brothel plot was very cheerful, but in fact the brothel plot itself is very gloomy! 】

[It is better to ban prostitution. Even good people can be forced to become bad people here. 】

The prostitute teacher smacked his lips, not knowing what to say.

To be honest, he can be considered a somewhat powerful person if he has gotten to the point where he is involved in live broadcasting.

The young club models who were teased in the group were also the prostitute teachers who were not surprised.

But he was just playing, and he really didn't expect there to be such a level.

But having said that, is it really good to reveal the plot so straightforwardly?

If this matter really needs to be brought to the forefront, there is no guarantee that this Tiangang Legend will be banned.

After all, there are countless pairs of malicious eyes staring at him to find out why the Tiangang report is wrong.

In fact, having said that, the brothel plot itself is also a point where something may go wrong.

"I can only say, wait and see and cherish it."

The prostitute teacher sighed and returned his gaze to the plot.

At this time, Anle Pavilion has opened. I have to say that Anle Pavilion's business is really good. It started accepting customers in the early morning.

But among these guests, a young man wearing luxurious purple clothes walked in.

It was Zhanggoro.

Zhanggoro looked at the large number of people in the pavilion and lowered his eyes.

"Kill them all? Kill them all. After the incident is completed, none of these people can be left behind."

Zhanggoro made up his mind.

It seemed that to him, these people were no different than lambs to be slaughtered.

But in Anle Pavilion, the guests still looked like they didn't know anything.

While the front hall is in full swing, the backyard is now a different scene.

Those who specialize in doing chores are now doing their "own" jobs.

That's right, I'm talking about Qiao'er.

She was washing the sheets that had been used by someone else last night.

The slender legs with scars stepped hard on the bedding and clothes in the bucket.

He was still mumbling words.

"When I save enough money, I must leave this shabby place! Just live your comfortable life!"

This resentment was naturally directed at her sister Ling'er.

In fact, in the past, Qiaoer was quite close to her sister Linger.

After all, he was still young at that time, so even if Qiaoer was asked to work and do odd jobs, he couldn't do much at all.

You must know that there is no need to support idlers in a brothel. If you don't have enough work, you will only starve.

However, Qiao'er has never been hungry several times. Ling'er did the work of two people alone.

At that time, the two sisters huddled in the room of a girl who died due to induced labor, hugging each other and shivering.

Even though Ling'er was scared to death, she kept encouraging her.

"It doesn't matter. My sister is here. She will work hard and save enough money to take you out with her!" Every time Ling'er said this, Qiao'er would look at her longingly.

After all, no matter how difficult the environment was, Ling'er never gave up her determination to live outside.

Ling'er at that time was not as old as Qiao'er now.

The days went by, even though I didn’t get any wages, I was still working to pay off my debts, and at most I just had enough to eat and clothing to wear.

But it's still better than wandering on the street.

But everything changed when Ling'er was about to turn fifteen.

The madam at that time, who is now my mother, would talk to Ling'er every now and then.

Every time he finished speaking, Ling'er would stare at the copper coins he had saved so easily in his hand, in a daze.

Not long after that, Ling'er left the cabinet.

Qiao'er believes that Ling'er couldn't hold on to his original intention, and in the end he pursued a life of revelry and extravagance in Anle Pavilion.

In fact, this is indeed the case.

With her lively and lovely temperament and graceful body that pleases the guests, Ling'er can be regarded as one of the top figures in the pavilion after the oiran.

Those customers often gave her gold, silver and jewelry as tips.

Every time Ling'er gets a new object, he goes to the backyard to show it to Qiao'er.

Qiaoer has been at odds with her since then.

Returning to the present, Qiaoer picked up the bed sheet under her feet and threw it towards the sky.

"I never want to wash these pickled things again!"

Qiaoer is really tired of washing.

Yesterday, a girl came out of the pavilion. After a night of romance, the top silk sheets were stained with a thin layer of blood in the middle.

But the first blush was like a hot iron imprinting on the sheets, and it couldn't be washed away.

Qiaoer gritted her teeth angrily, but looking at the red color, her violently beating heart gradually calmed down.

I have already promised my mother, and I think it won't be long before there will be traces of myself on an equally luxurious silk bed sheet.

Then I will be like this sheet. Even if I redeem myself, I can only take the identity of "a prostitute born in Anle Pavilion".

Qiaoer pursed her lips tightly, very unwillingly.

But what can she do?
If you want to redeem yourself, you have to face a deed of sale for a modest price.

How long will it take to save money by one coin at a time?
Do you want her to be a handyman all the time? Faced with countless beddings that cannot be washed every day?
impossible.

It's not that Qiaoer can't endure hardship.

But in the backyard of this brothel, the girls who do odd jobs will become less and less valuable.

To put it bluntly, the busboy girls are all the reserves for the brothel girls.

I usually don’t work too much, for fear of hurting my bones.

After all, products have to look good.

But if the madam can't persuade her and she insists on becoming a handyman, then as she gets older, she will have more and more work for the handyman girl.

Too many to finish.

The final outcome is either death from exhaustion or compromise, with no other way out.

Because even if he wanted to run away, facing this high-walled compound and a lot of thugs, there was nothing he could do.

Besides, even if you go out, the Yamen will still file a record, so you won't be able to live a good life.

After all, from the moment she signed the contract of sale, she was no longer a person, but an object...

When the prostitute teacher saw this, his heart tightened.

"Qiao'er is such a strong girl! She would have cried if she had been on me!"

"But damn Lin Yi, he set up the plot so happily, but then made it so depressing..."

(End of this chapter)