Need for money

Du Sisi is the personal maid of Du Piaopiao, the oiran of Liuyan Pavilion. If Du Piaopiao does not nod, no one would dare to decide to sell Du Sisi to Jia Lin. It's a man's obscenity, but in Liuyan Pavilion, the status of the number one oiran is extremely high.

"Respectfully, you don't like to go to the place of Fengyue, so you don't know that Du Piaopiao's position in Liuyan Pavilion is taken for granted. Let me tell you like this, she doesn't need to accompany guests in Liuyan Pavilion at all. Just playing a song behind the curtain at the front desk every month can attract wealthy businessmen to spend a lot of money."

"Oh? She hides behind the curtain, and the guests can't even see her face, so she is willing to spend money?" Lin Jingzhi was slightly surprised.

When it comes to Fengyue, Jia Lin obviously knows more than Lin Jingzhi. It is rare to show off in front of this good friend. Jia Lin moved his body, faced Lin Jingzhi, raised his chin, and said proudly: " Respectfully, you are a layman, hehe, what kind of woman do you think is most attractive to men? Beautiful face? Enchanting body? Or brilliant talent? No, not at all!"

"Then what kind of woman can attract men the most?" Lin Jingzhi was aroused and asked shamelessly.

The expression on Jia Lin's face suddenly turned into yearning, and he slowly replied: "Hazy, mysterious, people can't help but want to find out, respect you, don't look at Du Piaopiao's popularity in Liuyan Pavilion In fact, few people have seen her true face."

Lin Jingzhi listened, thought about it, and felt that it made some sense.

At this time, Jia Lin said again: "There is another very important point, that is, to preserve the virginity, only in terms of appearance, those redheads in Liuyan Pavilion are all very beautiful, but they have all been played by others. Who would take them seriously? In a brothel like a brothel, the cleaner a woman's body, the more famous she will be, and the more people will miss her!"

Hearing this, Lin Jingzhi suddenly remembered a wise saying, what is not available is the best.

Jia Lin once told Lin Jingzhi before that Du Piaopiao admired his talent very much. He once threatened that whoever could invite Lin Jingzhi to Liuyan Pavilion to meet her would let his personal maid accompany him to spend the night. Now Jia Lin wants Lin Jingzhi to go with him, the purpose is obvious, that is to use his mouth to intercede, allowing Jia Lin to buy Du Sisi home and become a concubine.

"Jingzhi, I know that you are upright and a real gentleman, but that Du Piaopiao is well-known and talented, so you are not tempted at all?" Jia Lin said, staring into Lin Jingzhi's eyes, It seemed that he could see through the true thoughts in his heart.

Not to mention that the Lin family's current situation is not good, Lin Jingzhi's capital has not been settled in the backyard of the Lin family alone, so how can he care about the women outside the house.

And now that he has five or six wives, he is content in his heart, "Stop talking nonsense, when are we leaving? I'm still busy."

As soon as he finished speaking, he heard a man's voice from outside. It turned out that Jia Nanshan asked the housekeeper to deliver the bank note. Jia Lin put it away and asked the housekeeper to prepare the carriage. Whether the injury is still healed, but the thought of seeing that guy surnamed You deflated, he was very excited.

Instead of fighting for more than ten years, this time he can finally feel proud.

After a while, the housekeeper said that the carriage was ready, and Jia Lin, who had changed into clean clothes, walked out holding Lin Jingzhi's arm. Lin Jingzhi saw that the corners of his mouth twitched in pain when he saw that he would scratch the wound from time to time while walking. , I was amused for a while, in order to show off in front of others, is it worth it to suffer so much?

When the two came to the door, they saw a vermilion luxury carriage parked not far away. The carriage was tall and long, and looked very grand. There was a window on each side, and dark blue curtains were hung on the windows.

Helping Jia Lin into the carriage, Lin Jingzhi found a futon and sat down, leaning his back against the carriage, and said, "Brother Jia, Uncle Jia said earlier that you should be in charge of discussing the suitability of my younger brother's visit this time. It’s still far away, let’s discuss it in the carriage.”

Jia Lin climbed on a thick brocade quilt in the carriage, pouted his buttocks and said, "Okay, you say."

"It's like this. I heard that Jia's mansion is selling a lot of old cotton-padded clothes and quilts recently, so I want to buy them with my own money and send them to the refugees. The weather is getting colder recently. If the refugees are froze to death, Getting sick will greatly affect the progress of the project.

The refugees have fled famine so far, just wanting to escape the winter. If the project cannot be completed before March next year, then the work of digging canals to open up wasteland will be abandoned halfway! "

Hearing that this matter was related to the project of reclaiming wasteland, Jia Lin dared not underestimate it. He frowned and thought for a while after hearing what Lin Jingzhi said, before he said, "Jingzhi, although my father asked me to take charge of this matter, you also I understand that in my family, the real caller is still my father.

I also know that in the early stage of digging the canal, the Jia family and the Zheng family took advantage of the huge advantages, but there is no business without evil, and it is impossible for my father to spend money to dig the canal now. "

The relationship between the two was very good, so Jia Lin said whatever he wanted, but Lin Jingzhi had already seen through the matter and didn't care.

"Respect, what do you think of this? A few days ago, I heard that my father intends to send some grain to the wasteland as input for the preliminary construction of the canal. Why don't I ask my father to replace the grain with cotton-padded quilts? If you agree, I will Here is an order to make those shopkeepers stop selling their stocks and send all of them to the wasteland."

"Aren't you afraid that Uncle Jia will beat you up again?" Jananshan is as cunning as an old fox. Ever since he heard about the locust plague in the north, he has bought and hoarded a large number of old cotton-padded clothes and quilts. If they are all transported to the wasteland, then the old man must be pissed off!

Jia Lin curled his lips, disapproving, "Jing Zhi, you are a smart person, and I am not stupid, brother. We all know how much advantage the Jia and Zheng families have taken in opening up wasteland and digging canals. Sending all the cotton clothes and quilts there is still not as much as the Lin family paid."

Seeing that Lin Jingzhi frowned after hearing this, Jia Lin didn't nod, knowing that he was worried that he would be beaten again, his eyes suddenly rolled around a few times, and he said with a wicked face: "In fact, apart from Luocheng, how many Jia's are nearby?" There are stocks in every store in the city, and there are many refugees on the left and right, why don’t you buy all the stocks in other cities? Brother, I can give you a discount.”

Lin Jingyi was taken aback, and then gave this guy an angry look. Fortunately, he was still thinking about him before, so he really was worrying too much.

If the Lin family really paid to buy all the rest of the inventory, it would definitely be enough to make up for the money that the Jia family gave away for free in advance. It seems that Jia Lin is quite business-minded.

"Okay!" Lin Jingzhi laughed evilly, and slapped Jia Lin's injured butt hard.

The smile on Jia Lin's face disappeared instantly, and he let out a miserable cry, "Ah...

It is said that there were storms yesterday, lightning and thunder, and until today, the autumn rain is still falling, the power is cut off, and there is no light, so my full attendance, just disappeared!

Life is really a tragedy!

I dare not write any more, for fear of another power outage, I will upload it first, otherwise the bird may be broken...