As a transmigrator, Zhu Can's body was that of a wise man, but his thoughts were that of a modern man.
In his eyes, this Da Ming had a poor appearance everywhere!
There were no skyscrapers rising from the ground, nor were there cars blocking the river at traffic lights.
There was no such thing as a sugar cane legged young lady with a miniskirt that only reached her thighs and walked around in a sky-high position.
In fact, not to mention the young ladies dressed in various styles, even the younger girls could not be seen.
The Ming Dynasty in the 26th year of Hongwu.
He was very poor!
He was so poor that Zhu Can did not know how to live.
In Zhu Can's eyes, the sky of Da Ming was gray.
I want him to roar into the sky and return my original life!
Although he was not very successful in the modern world, he was still a boss.
After graduating from university, she worked as a part-time worker for a few years before starting her own business.
He had sold lottery tickets and was even treated to tea by his uncle.
Later, he met his wife and turned over a new leaf.
His intelligence and wisdom were brought into play, and he embarked on the right path, becoming a small e-commerce boss.
But now…
Zhu Can wanted to cry but no tears came out. His heart was sour. No one understood!
"Isn't this Young Master Zhu? Young Master Zhu, come and play!”
Zhu Can was instantly stunned. It was as if his feet were rooted to the ground.
It was too familiar, these words were too familiar!
It was the kind of words that even experienced drivers understood!
When he turned around, he saw an octagonal pavilion with upturned eaves.
The railing was slanted, and a girl was leaning against the open door and window.
She was holding a green scarf in her hand. Her willow-like eyebrows swayed gently in the wind, her rouge lips were red, and her face was as white as jade.
He was wearing a set of good clothes with a painting of a peony with twining branches on the silk surface!
Zhu Can raised his head and revealed a strange expression.
Zhu Yuanzhang, who was following behind him, also took a look, and a trace of disdain appeared in his eyes.
He didn't expect this kid to have an old acquaintance in the brothel.
His daily life was very rich!
Shouldn't he study hard at such a young age and get an official position?
Zhu Can looked exactly like Zhu Biao.
Old Zhu was furious when he thought of Zhu Biao visiting a brothel.
He wanted to kill Zhu Can!
Using Zhu Biao's face to visit a brothel was a capital offense!
Zhu Can cupped his hands. He was still not used to it.
"You know me?"
"Young Master Zhu, did I make you unhappy? You actually forgot about me!"
They really knew each other?
Zhu Can could not find any images of this woman in his memories.
However, he immediately laughed." I remember you. I was just joking. I saw your temperament. Miss…"
Before he could finish speaking, he saw a little girl hiding at the entrance of the building, glaring at him.!
The little girl was skinny, but her eyes were very big.
Her fierce fingers knocked on the red paint on the door.
A hand suddenly appeared behind the little girl, and Zhu Can's mouth turned round!
With a bang, the hand grabbed the girl's head and slammed it against the door.
"You damn b * tch, what are you doing? You dare to knock on my door, are you tired of living? If she didn't die, she would go back to work and come out to see men!”
"Do you still think you're a young miss? Your entire family was killed! I spent fifty taels of silver to buy you now!”
The little girl's tears and snot flowed out from the slap.
Her small face was flushed red as she shrank to the side in shock.
A woman with a waist below her neck walked out from behind the little girl.
He held a pipe in his hand and started smoking at the little girl.
"You money-losing thing, I gave you a mouthful of food out of kindness, and you ran out to see a man…I'll beat you to death!”
The pipe fell on the little girl like rain.
"Stop!"
Zhu Can couldn't take it anymore.
Which family's child wasn't a treasure?
This little girl looked like she was only eleven or twelve years old.
"How can you hit someone like this? Is there still a police…law?”
Zhu Can immediately reacted. This was the Ming Dynasty, not the modern era, so there were no cops.
"Law? If Young Master Zhu pities her, then buy it! I've also heard some things. Does Young Master Zhu still have money? It wasn't expensive either. It only cost fifty taels of silver!”
"Buy people?"
F * ck!
Big Ming is so dark, how can he still sell people!
"Are we very close?"
The woman laughed." What are you saying? Young Master Zhu is a regular customer of our Spring Inn. How could I not know you?" But…you don't have any money now, right? You can't enter our Spring Brothel anymore.”
Zhu Can raised his head and looked at the door number on the building.
There were three big words on the willow wooden plaque above: Spring Pavilion.
He immediately understood that this was a brothel!
Don't look down on the original body's stupidity, it was actually an old driver, a frequent customer of the club!
He was despised by a brothel madame.
Zhu Can looked at the moon-white cotton robe he was wearing. He was a scholar.
He instantly felt confident!
Scholars in the Ming Dynasty could be very arrogant.
As long as he didn't go against Old Zhu, as long as the matter wasn't serious, he wouldn't die.
The government was not willing to interfere in the affairs of scholars.
The reason was that Old Zhu gave preferential treatment to scholars, and it did not matter whether they had an official rank or not.
As long as he could read, he was a fucking scholar!
He had to thank his dead parents for this.
Although he was stupid, he still didn't give up on education and insisted on asking his teacher to teach him how to read.
Zhu Can's face twitched and he said darkly,"You, a low-class person, dare to look down on scholars and insult refined people?"”
Because of the brothel incident, Zhu Yuanzhang had a very bad impression of Zhu Can.
He was thinking that if Zhu Can, who looked like his dead son, dared to enter the brothel, he would get someone to beat him up.
When he suddenly heard Zhu Can say something about scholars being refined, he felt as if a wooden thorn had pierced through his eardrums.
Deaf!
Old Zhu's body trembled. Was this a scholar?
Was there still a scholar in this world who dared to plot rebellion and assassinate the king?
Which dog said that he wanted to kill me just now?
You're not worthy of being a scholar!
Zhu Can shook his long robe.
Emperor Zhu Yuanzhang of Ming Dynasty gave preferential treatment to scholars, in addition to giving them a series of policy protection.
They even strictly set the clothes of the people in the world.
As a scholar, only he could wear such a long robe and a scholar's headscarf, also known as the four square scarves.
In the Ming Dynasty, Old Zhu had very detailed rules about who should wear what.
These detailed rules were a symbol of the hierarchy!
Scholars, farmers, businessmen, scholars were the first, what was a brothel madam!
If they were not among the four people, then they were not a complete person.
Without a complete legal personality, they belonged to the lower nine sects!
"Do you think you can look down on me? And what are you wearing? Silk? You, a lowly brothel madame, dare to wear silk? You are looking down on the imperial court. I will report this to the officials now. I don't believe that the Jinling magistrate won't do anything to you!”
"Tsk, Zhu Can, don't be so shameless! I don't think you're stupid anymore, but you're now a stray dog, a chicken in soup! I'm already giving you some face by calling you Young Master Zhu. Do you really think you're alone? Why don't you take a look at yourself? What kind of student are you? You don't have any achievements. Your clothes were bought for you by your father. You've been stupid since you were young. How many words do you know?”
The brothel madame covered her mouth and laughed, waves of flesh rising from her pail-like body.
She even waved the scarf in her hand and wiped her mouth.
It was as if talking to Zhu Can was a waste of his saliva!
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