After binding the loving mother system, I was so bad

The Ma family's clan worship lasted for seven days. On the eighth day, the clan members said goodbye one by one, and the Ma Mansion returned to its former desolate state.

The old man of the Ma family sat in the warm and comfortable carriage. He lifted the curtain and waved to Ma Nantian: "It's very cold, you should go home quickly. No need to see you off. You are a grandfather now, you should take care of yourself. We still have a long life ahead of us."

Ma Nantian bowed deeply to the old man of the Ma family and watched the carriage disappear at the end of the street.

If the matter was not serious, Ma Nantian would not want to disturb this elderly man in his 100 years.

In this age of constant natural disasters and frequent wars, living to the age of forty or fifty is considered long-lived, and living to the age of eighty is a rare event.

The old man of the Ma family lived to be a hundred years old!

Even the Tartars would look up to such a long-lived and blessed person.

The winter in Wuzhou this year is exceptionally cold, and I don’t know how many people will freeze to death.

Ma Nantian sighed, put his hands into his sleeves, and hurried home.

After a short rest for a day, on the evening of the next day, Ma Nantian made an appointment with Haida, the leader of the Arab caravan, whom he was familiar with, to go to Cuiyun Pavilion, a famous brothel in Wuzhou City.

This is a three-story pavilion. The outer walls of the courtyard are hung with red lanterns. Candlelight shines on the blue brick walls, exuding an ambiguous atmosphere. The carved door in front of the door is open to welcome guests, making it very lively.

"Ma Lang, you finally have time to come and see me!" As soon as Haida saw Ma Nantian, she gave him a big hug.

The two of them walked along the small bridge in the courtyard, across a clear pond. The water in the pond had not yet frozen, and the stream was gurgling. The sound of flowing water and the sound of stringed instruments under the pavilion were intertwined, which was the remnant of the elegance and romance of the Great Zhou Dynasty.

"The fees in Cuiyun Pavilion are not cheap, Ma Lang, are you sure you want to treat me this time?" As soon as Haida entered Cuiyun Pavilion, she felt her blood boiling.

Ma Nantian smiled and said to the old procuress who came over: "Call the girls over here, I want some chicks!"

When the madam saw that it was an important customer, she left immediately.

The box of Manantian and Haida was filled with the sweet aroma of incense, mixed with the scent of women's powder.

Haida poured himself a cup of tea to calm down the heat in his heart: "Brother, you are so generous, tell me, what do you want me to do?"

Ma Nantian: "Have fun first, and we'll talk after you've had fun."

"That's so embarrassing."

Having said that, Hedda's attention was still attracted by the girls who came in one after another.

Unlike the girls in the brothels of the Great Zhou, the girls in Cuiyun Pavilion dress much more boldly.

It was very cold and they only wore a bellyband and a layer of gauze.

The material clung to their bodies, outlining their slim figures.

Perhaps because it was too cold, they were shivering, but still forced a smile.

Such a shivering appearance further aroused the guests' desire for violence.

Hedda could no longer hold back, so she picked up the bustiest woman and went into the inner room.

Following a soft cry, a squeaking sound came from the inner room.

The man's roar and the woman's screams instantly made the other women in the room turn pale.

Ma Nantian asked the girls to sit around him. There was a charcoal stove under his table that could provide them with some warmth.

Although they were close to the charcoal stove, the girls were shaking even more violently.

Ma Nantian knew their fear, and without looking away, he turned around and asked, "How old are you? How did you get to Cuiyun Pavilion?"

The woman in the inner room screamed more and more miserably, with a hint of crying in her voice.

"Sir, I am fourteen years old. This year is a bad year. My family cannot pay the autumn grain and have no food to eat, so they sold me."

"Sir! I was not sold, I was abducted. Please be kind and inform my family to rescue me."

The person who spoke was a little girl with a chubby face and a pair of round eyes that twinkled, as if she could speak.

The girl was afraid that Ma Nantian wouldn’t believe her, so she told him all her secrets as if she was grasping at a life-saving straw.

"I'm not lying to you! My name is Chen Xing'er, and I live on Gufeng Street, opposite the Drum Tower. My father's name is Chen Dahai, and he runs a silk shop at the other end of South Street! If you ask around there, you'll find out my father's name!"

Chen Xing'er's eyes were filled with fear and panic: "I have an older brother and a younger brother, but my parents love me the most, they will definitely be willing to spend money to redeem me!"

Chen Xing'er's tears fell: "The madam and the others all knew that I was abducted, but because the one who sold me was a Tartar, they dared not say anything!"

Ma Nantian opened his mouth, wondering how to explain to Chen Xing'er.

In fact, most businessmen doing business in Wuzhou have heard about the Chen family's affairs.

When Chen Dahai learned that his daughter was sold to Cuiyun Pavilion, he wanted to use his connections to rescue her, but the Tartar took the money but did not do anything.

Chen Dahai went to the Tartar's house to argue, but was hacked to death by the Tartar. The Tartar also used this as an excuse to raid Chen Dahai's home and shop, and sold the Chen brothers as slaves. Mrs. Chen was also sold to a brothel.

"Ah!" With a long roar, Haida came out naked, sweating profusely, "It feels so good! Han women are still the most tender! Good brother, thank you for your hospitality!"

Ma Nantian smiled, but the smile did not reach his eyes: "I remember that you gave me a kapok tree last year. My family liked it very much, so I was thinking, can you bring me some more seeds?"

Haida's lecherous eyes wandered over the girls. "It's just a small matter, just something that happens easily. How can it be worth spending so much money?"

There are many kapok flowers in the Arab world. They cannot be eaten or drunk, but are only regarded as ornamental plants.

Ma Nantian clasped his fists and said, "Thank you, brother Haida."

Haida's sight fell on the plump Chen Xing'er, who quickly hid behind Wang Ma Nantian.

Hedda didn't care. She hugged the girl beside her and returned to the inner room again amid the woman's exclamations.

Chen Xing'er was so frightened that she curled up into a ball: "I want to go home, I want to go home, Dad, Mom, come and save me!"

Ma Nantian touched Chen Xing'er's hair. Cuiyun Pavilion was owned by a wealthy man. The girls inside would not be allowed to leave until they were exhausted.

Hedda had amazing stamina. He played for the entire night and raped all the girls in the room except Chen Xing'er.

Ma Nantian just watched coldly, but his thoughts flew to the day many years ago when Wuzhou City was broken!

On that day, fires broke out in Wuzhou City. Amidst blood and the cries of women, the Tartars celebrated for three days and three nights!

Ma Nantian lowered his eyes and took a sip of cold tea.

Just wait, such deep hatred is greater than resentment, and sooner or later there will be a day to settle the score!

Ma Nantian took Chen Xing'er with him, but he didn't touch her. Before he left, he left a copy of Yunzhou Weekly: "Can you read?"

Chen Xing'er couldn't believe that she had really met such a good person, and nodded quickly: "Dad taught me."

"Hide it well and take a good look at it when you have nothing to do."

"it is good!"