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Jiangling City is ten times more prosperous than Hankou Town.The city gate was crowded with people, and the air was filled with the aroma of wine, meat and powder.

Hou Zi patted the heavy storage bag in his arms."Let's go, eat the best first."

The rosewood table in Wangjiang Tower is filled with braised pork, braised pork ribs, and steamed glutinous rice dumplings.Hou Zi stretched out his hand to grab his elbow and gnaw on it, fat dripping down his arm.Shen Junbi was still holding it at first, but after eating a piece of braised pork, his chopsticks became loose.I haven't had any meat in three years, and the days I spent with steamed buns and herbal tea were completely washed away by this meal of meat.

After eating, we went straight to the bathhouse.Hou Zi soaked in the hot water pool for half an hour, scrubbing away all the dirt and blood smell in the mountain.When he came out, the master of the tailor shop was already waiting. He had made two short pieces of blue satin and made a long gown for Shen Junbi.Shen Junbi put on new clothes and stood in front of the mirror, reaching out and touching the stitches on the cuffs."It's better than what I wore in Danxia Mountain before." His voice was very soft, as if he was afraid of disturbing something.

When it gets dark, the night market in Jiangling City is brightly lit.Hou Zi stood at the door of the tailor shop, staring at the three-story pavilion with cornices across the street.At the vermilion gate, a row of red lanterns were engraved with three gold characters "Zuiyue Tower", and the sound of silk and bamboo mixed with the laughter of women floated out.He has been squatting in the alleys of Yuezhou City for sixteen years. What he envies most is that rich people can enter such a place.Now that I have a gold ingot in my pocket, I can't justify not taking it.

Shen Junbi glanced at him and followed silently.

The madam twisted her waist to come up to them, glanced at the two of them, and her smile weakened by three points.Hou Zi took out a fifty-tael silver ingot and slapped it on the counter. The madam's eyes instantly lit up, and even her wrinkles were full of hospitality, and she was led up to the private room on the second floor.

There are red sandalwood tables, silver pots and jade cups, and two girls in pink skirts are playing the pipa and pouring wine.Hou Zi leaned on the soft cushion, feeling that he was finally living like a human being in this life.Shen Junbi sat motionless in the corner holding a wine glass, like a stone statue that had been misplaced.

Suddenly, the sound of tea bowls breaking was heard in the private room next door.A man swore a curse word in his throat, followed by a slap in the face.The madam hurried up to apologize, and a cold voice was caught in the middle: "My deed says that I am a prostitute. It is not that I am a prostitute."

Hou Zi opened the door.

In the corridor, a fat man grabbed a young woman by her hair and dragged her out.The woman wore a moon-white cotton skirt, no makeup on her face, and only a silver hairpin in her bun.She didn't struggle or cry, she just stretched out her hand and grabbed the door frame tightly, her knuckles turned white and her nails were embedded in the wood.

The old bustard was scolding from the side: "Ouyang Qi, don't toast me and you will be fined with wine! Zuiyue Tower has raised you for many years, and you have to accept it tonight even if you don't want to!"

Ouyang Qi raised his head, the side of his face that had been slapped turned purple, and the corners of his mouth were broken and bleeding.Her eyes didn't beg for mercy."I told you, the deed says prostitution. I don't sell myself."

Hou Zi looked at the hand holding the door frame.A hand that was white, oozing with blood, and refused to let go.

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