Chapter 4 Do you want it, girl?
Yan Hu's voice was not small.

The businessmen present also heard it clearly.

Someone sighed and said, "Master Yan, please don't make fun of us. Even if you really want to sell these things to us, we dare not take them."

"Why don't you dare to ask for it?"

Yan Shaoting was a little angry.

However, Yan Hu and the merchants present had strange expressions on their faces.

Looking at the faces of these people, Yan Shaoting couldn't help but blush.

He coughed lightly, and said in a friendly voice, "Let me ask you a question."

The merchants are busy like garlic.

"Master, just ask."

Yan Shaoting said seriously: "I am just assuming, assuming! If my grandfather dies, who will be the head of the Yan family?"

Who would dare to make this assumption?

The merchants looked unhappy, but they could only bite the bullet and say, "Of course, the young master will inherit the family business and be the master of the house."

Yan Shaoting glared and said, "That young elder... well, that's my father. If he dies, who will own the Yan family?"

The businessmen looked unhappy.

What's going on!
So you, Young Master Yan, are really hoping for the death of Lord Yan and Little Lord Yan?

However, no matter how much the merchants complained in their hearts, they dared not show it on their faces.

Several people pushed and shoved, hesitated for a long time, and finally said: "Of course it's you, the eldest young master."

Snapped!
There was a startling noise in the main room.

The businessmen were so frightened that their shoulders trembled.

But Yan Shaoting had already stood up, with his hands on his hips, and said confidently: "Since the Yan family will eventually belong to me, what's the problem with me selling some of my own things now? Is there anything you dare not take? If something goes wrong, I will take the responsibility for you!"

The merchants have been in a state of panic over the tea time today.

Now seeing Yan Shaoting speaking so confidently again, he couldn't help but begin to doubt.

So, is it that the sun is rising from the west today, and the Yan Party has started to do business seriously?
"If the young master really said so, we would certainly dare to accept it, and we would never lower the price!"

Finally, the merchants gave an answer.

Seeing that the group of people finally agreed, Yan Shaoting immediately smiled and said in a friendly tone: "Okay, okay, then you guys hurry up and do the math now. Once you've done the math, take all the things away today, and hurry up and send the money over."

The merchants finally breathed a sigh of relief, but they were still worried.

God knows that the eldest young master of the Yan family has sold all the good things for his family. Will Lord Yan and Little Lord Yan confiscate all of them for their family later?

But it is better to preserve the present than to hope for something to turn back.

The merchants have changed their expressions, as if they are determined to risk everything today to accompany Yan Shaoting, the eldest son of the Yan family.

A few people gave a few instructions to the attendant outside.

Soon, a bunch of elongated abacus were brought in.

In the blink of an eye, there was a continuous sound of abacus clacking in the front yard of Yan's house.

Yan Shaoting finally took this opportunity to take a break and have a good sip of tea.

However, Yan Hu, the lackey, came up to him, whispered in his ear, and said in a voice that only the two of them could hear, with an extremely flattering expression. "Young Master, you have a good plan! Today, these people just need to take the things from our house back. When the Grand Master and the Junior Master come back tomorrow, we can bring people to confiscate all their property!"

Yan Shaoting opened his mouth wide, looked at Yan Hu, the lackey, and finally said seriously: "Your young master really wants to sell things."

Yan Hu nodded repeatedly, but he didn't believe it at all, and continued in a low voice: "Master, what you said is right! I will go and get the list of other things in the mansion."

After seeing Yan Hu finish his words, he left with a flattering face to look for the list. Yan Shaoting could only sigh helplessly.

And he was almost done resting now.

Looking at the merchants who were still calculating their accounts in front of him, Yan Shaoting stood up and clapped his hands.

The merchants present immediately handed their abacus and books to their own accountants to continue the calculations, while they gathered around them attentively.

"Master, do you have any other instructions?"

Yan Shaoting hooked his hand, pulled a few people to his side, then raised his eyebrows and looked at everyone: "That is...you guys, do you want a woman?"

"Women?"

The merchants looked skeptical.

Soon, someone seemed to have reacted, looking at Yan Shaoting with an ambiguous face: "Young Master, you are talking about that... I know that there are many good places in Beijing, most of which are Yanzhao beauties, who are as beautiful as jade, elegant in appearance, lovely in words and deeds, and can write Huangting small regular script, especially orchids and bamboos, and their writing is swift and each has its own style."

This is elegant, and most of them are powerful young men like Yan Shaoting who take care of business.

Although the Ming Dynasty had a vigorous anti-pornography campaign during the Zhengde period, it ultimately only abolished brothels in official form, but they flourished privately.

Once this topic that all men love to hear was brought up, the businessmen who were originally afraid of Yan Shaoting's identity started to talk.

After talking about the elegant things, let’s talk about the vulgar things, which are really vulgar.

By the time of the Jiajing Emperor, customs were licentious and both men and women were shameless. Outside the imperial city, there were many prostitutes and music. The common people in the outer cities who had a hard time making a living often seduced a few beggar girls and set up private brothels called brothels.

The room had a skylight, and two or three small holes were made in the wall facing the road. The beggar girl shaped her appearance, lived naked in the room, chanted little poems, and made various obscene gestures.

There was a young man from Fuliang passing by the house. He peeked through the small hole and could not help himself, so he knocked on the door and entered. A team of naked beggar girls came forward. He chose a suitable one and paid seven coins, then held her hand and slept with her.

It came out at the same time.

And there are those in Jiangnan in the south.

The Duchaoguan Pass stretches for about half a mile, with nine alleys. The alleys are narrow and winding, with each inch of the alley having its own private rooms, where famous and crooked prostitutes live together.

The famous prostitutes hid themselves from the public and could not be seen without a guide. There were as many as five or six hundred prostitutes. Every evening, they would bathe in creams and burn incense, and go out of the alleys to lean on and wander in front of teahouses and wine shops. This was called "Zhanguan".

There are hundreds of lanterns on the banks of teahouses and wine shops, and prostitutes are hidden and flickering among them. The blister is the curtain, and the male foot is the threshold. Under the lanterns and the moon, people have no proper color. As the saying goes, a white complexion can cover up a hundred uglinesses, which is the power of powder. Wanderers and passers-by come and go like shuttles, rubbing their eyes and looking at each other, and some are willing to go forward and take it away.

But the prostitute suddenly showed up, and the customer went ahead, and she followed slowly. When she reached a spies on the alley, she shouted at the alley gate:
"Sister So-and-so has a guest."

Yan Shaoting's face turned black when he heard this. He coughed lightly, stopping the ambiguous and obscene looks on the faces of everyone present.

He looked at the merchants who had begun to daydream about somewhere else and said in a deep voice, "This is what happened."

The merchants regained some composure, looking suspicious.

Yan Shaoting said seriously: "You all know that my father already has nine concubines."

Everyone nodded.

Everyone in the capital knew that Lord Yan only loved calligraphy and painting, and had only had his wife for his entire life. But Lord Xiao loved everything, and was the most philanthropic.

Yan Shaoting smiled coldly: "It's very simple, as long as you..."

(End of this chapter)