Chapter 52 Sister Hua (please read)
The spring sunshine is just right.
Although I was cheated out of a can of tea by an unscrupulous old Taoist priest, I still felt good after hearing some auspicious words.
Meng Yuan walked quietly to wait for the carriage and walked all the way out of the North City Gate.
The layout of Songhe Mansion is rich in the south and poor in the north. This place is not far from the dock in the east of the city, so many laborers and handymen live in this area, which can be described as a mixed bag.
Moreover, there are large fields in the north of Songhe Prefecture, so there is a vegetable market outside the city, which can be regarded as a place for internal and external transportation.
With the arrival of spring, everything revives. There are no more refugees outside the city. They have been scattered to unknown places. Instead, they are full of vitality.
Near noon, there were still many people carrying burdens, some selling straw sandals, some selling mung beans, and some selling pork.
Meng Yuan did not go directly to Jixiang Alley, but walked around first to get a little familiar with the terrain, and then went to Jixiang Alley.
Jixiang Lane is a little remote, but there are many people coming in and out.
Before Meng Yuan stepped into the alley, he saw a woman in her forties or fifties leaning against the wall at the entrance of the alley, smiling at him.
The white powder on the woman's face couldn't cover the potholes, and she was dressed loosely, with a flower in her ear.
"Young man, come here, my aunt wants to talk to you." The woman was very familiar, with a smile on her face and an enthusiastic look.
"Me?" Meng Yuan didn't understand, so he could only nod to himself.
"Who else could it be?" The woman waved her hands repeatedly.
Meng Yuan pressed the knife and stepped forward.
The woman was not afraid of Meng Yuan's knife. She grabbed Meng Yuan's arm and said, "Are you going to sleep?"
The spring breeze carried an unpleasant aroma, and Meng Yuan was so frightened that he took two steps back to avoid it.
Seeing that the other party was still entangled, Meng Yuan held the knife in front of his chest without taking it out of its sheath.
Meng Yuan already knew the identity of this woman and had no intention of getting into trouble with her, so he asked, "What's the number in the alley where Sister Hua is?"
"How can she not know as much as me? When I debuted, she was still playing in the mud!" When the woman saw that the man had a master, she was not afraid of the knife. She muttered a few words and then said: "The one on the left The seventh room is that bitch’s den!”
"Thank you." Meng Yuan put away the knife and stepped into Jixiang Lane.
The sun was shining brightly at noon, but the narrow alleys were crooked and still dim. There was still dirty water on the road. From time to time, there were sounds of shouting, cursing, and bargaining.
Glancing forward, I saw a young man standing at the door of the seventh door on the left side of Jixiang Lane.
Meng Yuan has reached the eighth level, and his eyes are bright and can reach far away. Even in the dark alley, you can still see the young man holding a knife in his arms, with a tattoo on his neck, and his eyes look like he is the best in the world.
If the government is too lazy to take care of a place that harbors filth and evil, then there must be small gangs and factions to take care of it. In fact, there are people from the government behind these small gangs.
This person should belong to a small gang, and he probably eats food from Jixiang Lane.
This kind of evil boy who belongs to a small gang actually doesn't have much ability. He can at most know one or two moves, and he relies more on his courage and ruthlessness.
You must know that to become a martial artist, you need to practice hard day and night, and you have to work hard for a long time. Therefore, most of the people who can become a warrior have perseverance and perseverance.
And those who have perseverance and perseverance will probably not come here to make a living.
Of course, there may be high-ranking people among the top leaders of these small gangs, but not many.
Just like Nie Yannian mentioned the theory of class before, people at the ninth level may eat and drink in this quagmire, but once the ninth level is completed, or even the eighth level, this loach pond will seem small.
Moreover, the people at the bottom of such small gangs generally have little vision and are prone to indolence. He is not good at working diligently, but he is good at bullying the weak.
At this moment, the evil boy also noticed the knife on Meng Yuan's waist, and he immediately took a defensive posture. "What are you doing?" The evil boy frowned and asked when he saw Meng Yuan approaching.
"I'm looking for Sister Hua." Meng Yuan had no intention of getting entangled with anyone.
The young man looked at Meng Yuan, pushed open the small door, and poked his head in, "Boss, a rich guy is here for prostitution!"
Soon, a middle-aged man came out of the room. He was dressed elegantly and did not look like he had just been a prostitute. He smiled as he walked out, glanced at Meng Yuan and said, "Please."
After speaking, the middle-aged man left with the evil boy.
Meng Yuan pushed the door open and went in. He saw that the room was small and quite dark, with a bed and a broken table in the corner.
It's not March yet, but it feels sultry and rotten here.
The bed was covered with a quilt, and there was a woman leaning against the wall with her upper body. Her hair was disheveled and her face was pale. She must have been ill for a long time.
Strangely, there was a young man next to him.
When the young man saw that Meng Yuan was carrying a knife and his clothes were neat and decent, he quickly leaned over and held his hands in his hands, begging: "Uncle, my sister is sick and really can't take care of you. How about you find another family? It's the same in this alley. ”
Meng Yuan glanced at Sister Hua and saw that Sister Hua's lips were chapped and her eyes were dull, so he asked: "Sister Hua is your biological sister?"
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"Yes." The boy replied.
"What disease does your sister have?" Meng Yuan asked.
"What kind of disease can you have in this business? It's a heart disease. I really can't take care of you." The young man replied.
"What are you talking about?" Sister Hua, who was originally lifeless, suddenly became angry. She grabbed the pillow on the bed and threw it at the young man. She cursed: "I'm not a dirty girl! Don't ruin my reputation!"
The young man dodged again and again, not daring to say a word.
"I'm not here to have fun." Meng Yuan quickly reminded, looked at Sister Hua, and asked: "Sister Hua, do you still remember me?"
Hearing this, Sister Hua poked her head forward, and when Meng Yuan took two steps forward, she suddenly said: "Remember, remember, I always remember you, I can't forget you! I have received so many customers, and you are so handsome. The best! To be honest, I have been the happiest with you since I entered the industry!”
There was a smile on her pale face, and she was really happy.
Meng Yuan only felt that all living beings were suffering.
This flower girl obviously didn't recognize her. She just followed the conversation and said some vague compliments. It seemed to be flawless, but in fact it was full of loopholes.
There is nothing to criticize. Meng Yuan also talked about loyalty and righteousness all day long in the palace, but it did not affect his true loyalty.
She said some polite words just for the sake of a few taels of money, and they did not affect the friendship between them.
"You remember it wrong." Meng Yuan did not expose the other party's cliché, "It snowed heavily a year ago, and there was a young man who was about the same age as your brother who was running away from home. You gave him a shabby mat and a piece of pancake."
Sister Hua was stunned when she heard this, and after a while she opened her eyes wide, "I remembered! I remembered! There is a fool who collects the corpse! I will give you a mat!"
She climbed two steps forward on the bed, stared at Meng Yuan, her pale face turned red, and said with a smile: "How can a person like you survive?"
"I'm just barely alive." Meng Yuan smiled.
"Okay, okay! I remember saying at that time, if you are stable, you will come and have sex with me every month!" Sister Hua opened the quilt, "Come on! Just because you remember that I will give you something, I, Sister Hua, won't want it today. Your money!”
"Sister!" The young man quickly stopped him, "You are so sick now, just take a rest!"
"It's okay. This young master is a young man at first glance. He's done in just a few clicks without delaying things." Sister Hua obviously knows a lot of people and is very confident in her abilities and vision.
Meng Yuan pressed his forehead, feeling that it was unnecessary and he shouldn't have said more, but just gave the money and left.
(End of chapter)