The time-traveling husband is also comprehensible

Su Jing raised her eyebrows in dissatisfaction, and pointed at Ding Baocheng with tears in her eyes: "Cousin, he was the one who beat me, and the scar on my face was also him! Just let him go, and you won't be able to tell what will happen in the future." What! Why don't you let him go to sleep as soon as possible..."

"Su Jing." Kong Mingfan stopped Su Jing's nonsense in a cold voice, then squatted down slightly with his back facing him: "Come up, I'll take you to see a doctor."

Su Jing's complexion improved a little now, she turned her head to Ding Baocheng with a smug smile while lying on Kong Mingfan's back, and said aggrievedly: "Cousin, you are so kind to me~"

Ding Baocheng's eyes paused, he turned and went back into the room.

Xiao Fuzi looked around, followed into the room and said, "Master is just too used to Young Master Su! Everything depends on him, that's why he is so proud of favors."

Ding Baocheng felt a little tired, and pressed his forehead, knowing that he shouldn't be jealous of a little boy who was a fraction of his age, but still felt a dull pain in his heart: "By the way, Xiao Anzi was beaten very badly yesterday, but today I can't do it." Better?"

"The little one was just about to ask you. The lady gave him some kind of panacea yesterday. He was so beaten up that he vomited blood, but he became alive and well after sleeping. Today, he went to the market with Xiao Shunzi to sell it for us. The homemade laundry soap from the acacia leaves is gone." Xiao Anzi said happily.

"It's the elixir I made myself. If you have any bruises in the future, please ask me for one. Although it doesn't have the miraculous effect of bringing the dead back to life, it can still cure ordinary traumatic bone diseases." Ding Baocheng smiled and said again. He took out the refined Lengxiang beads from his bosom and said, "Little Fuzi, you and Xiao Shunzi, Xiao Anzi each have one of these three Lengxiang beads. Wearing them can prevent moths and moths, soothe the nerves and help you sleep. If you want your body to have its own fragrance, you can also wear it Take it, it can be kept for one year."

"Thank you, Ma'am!" Xiao Fuzi had already smelled the faint fragrance on Ding Baocheng's body, so he took it and opened the brocade bag to smell it: "It's really fragrant..."

Ding Baocheng smiled lightly: "Do you know where this deodorant pill is needed, I want to...earn some money to subsidize the family."

Xiao Fuzi thought about it for a while and said: "The little one does have a way to sell it. Don't blame Madam after talking about it."

Ding Baocheng raised his hand and smiled: "But it's okay to say."

"I had a childhood friend who worked as a tortoise in a brothel in a neighboring town. I once heard him say that some masters especially like boys with a strange fragrance, but there are very few boys who are born with body fragrance..." Xiao Fuzi glanced at Ding Baocheng's expression, and seeing that he didn't resist, he shook the sachet in his hand and said, "So I feel that Madam's Lengxiang Pill will definitely become a bestseller in brothels."

Ding Baocheng also thought before that if it was in the ancient times on earth, the daughters of ordinary families would not show their faces often, so the places that needed these Lengxiang pills should be women from brothels or high-class officials with a lot of sentimentality.

Ding Baocheng is not very familiar with this place, so he asked Xiao Fuzi to confirm. Although there are all men here, because husbands can have children, they are different from ordinary men after all, so most of them like to paint and paint.

He had previously heard that Liu Shi and Ding Erbao said they would sell the original owner to the Xiaowan House, but he hadn't considered the fact that there really was a brothel.

Now that Leng Xiangwan had a place to go, Ding Baocheng didn't want to wait any longer, so he went to find out first.

Ding Baocheng was also taken to the brothel by his mudslide master in the cultivation world during the Qing Dynasty. Although he was born once and familiarized twice, Ding Baocheng still felt a little worried when he went to the brothel this time.

He changed into brocade clothes pulled out from the bottom of the box by the foundation building space, combed his hair to look like an adult, changed into a gold-rimmed belt, and wore a gold mask on his face that looked like a wealthy family.

Swaggeringly and stealthily led Xiao Fuzi out from the back door, with a golden fan in his hand, walking with the wind in his hand, Ding Baocheng touched the hair braided into a small wisp at the temples and asked Xiao Fuzi who couldn't hold back his smile: "Can't you recognize me?" Who is it?"

Xiao Fuzi pursed his lips: "Madam... Don't worry, Mr. Ding, no one will recognize you with this outfit."

Only then did Ding Baocheng feel relieved, and he called a carriage from the coachman waiting for passengers on the side of the road.

When he arrived in front of the brothel, Xiao Fuzi lifted the curtain of the car for him, and Ding Baocheng got out of the car.

A group of brothers dressed in exquisite flowery gowns with pearl hairpins on their heads and delicate makeup on their faces were standing upstairs, waving handkerchiefs downstairs.

Those brothers looked to be only sixteen or seventeen years old, and their faces were immature, either delicate or charming.

Ding Baocheng thought that if he hadn't been thrown to Kong Mingfan by Kong Minghui at that time, he might have become one of them, at least he would have been planted there before his spiritual power recovered and he was able to escape from the brothel.

With the weak chicken physique of the original owner, it is simply too difficult to go to the blue sky if he wants to run.

"Hey, this... Young Master? Are you drinking or buying drunk?" A young and middle-aged man with a beautiful face came over. He looked 28 or [-] years old. If it weren't for the fine lines at the corners of his eyes, he might be younger.

The man's figure is still very good, with a slender waist and straight spine, and extremely beautiful bones, but his face is heavily powdered and his lips are painted with bright red rouge.

It's just that those winking eyes are like silk, lingering on Ding Baocheng's body with lingering glances, making Ding Baocheng a little embarrassed.

Ding Baocheng frowned slightly, because the voice of his own shell was soft and gentle, and Sun Gang was afraid of being seen as a brother, so it would be hard to tell when he turned around.

So he coughed lightly and lowered his voice: "Isn't buying drunk and drinking the same thing?"

"Hehehehe... this young man is really funny, is it your first time here? Come once, and you want to come a second time." The man with a pink smile took Ding Baocheng's hand and took him upstairs. Quoted.

Xiao Fuzi chased after him and whispered bitterly in Ding Baocheng's ear: "My lord, you have to order a brother to accompany you when you get drunk... Don't order it, I'm afraid the master will kill me when I go back... Madame, let's forget It's business."

Ding Baocheng was stunned when he heard that, and his face was a little embarrassed. Fortunately, he was wearing a mask, so he said to the man beside him solemnly: "I only drink and don't buy drunk, what do you call it?"

"Nujia jinse, the tight and perverted one, do you want to try it, young master?" The man giggled and blinked at Ding Baocheng.

After all, he is not young anymore, but it seems a little artificial to show such a playful expression. Ding Baocheng can see from his face a bit of youthful splendor.Now that he has lost his original color due to the wind and dust, he can't help feeling a little sympathetic to him.

Ding Baocheng was quietly frustrated and secretly felt that he had died once, so he inevitably had a little more understanding of the joys and sorrows of the world, and mourned for others from time to time.

If Qing Xuzi knew about it, he would definitely say that he finally gained popularity, and he was not so pure-hearted and without the slightest smell of fireworks.

Ding Baocheng didn't know whether it was good or bad for a cultivator to have a human touch, so he looked at him indifferently and said, "Jinse has fifty strings for no reason, one string and one pillar of Sihua Nian, a good name, but it should be just a stage name, right?"

The smile on the man's face was slightly restrained, and he was a little disturbed by his sincere and equal eyes.He couldn't help but put away the banter on his face, he was a little more calm, and he was not as greasy and annoying as before.

Leading Ding Baocheng into the side room and taking a seat, the man smiled lightly and said, "Jinse's real name is Lin Jin, if the young master doesn't mind...you can call me the former name of the slave family as well."

When Lin Jin was normal, he still had a somewhat indifferent and free-spirited temperament. Ding Baocheng felt that talking to him was much easier and more comfortable. He smiled and said, "Ding Baocheng."

Ding Baocheng explained the real intention of coming by talking with Lin Jin.

Lin Jin didn't care much when he found out, he sneered and raised his forehead and said, "I said Mr. Ding, although we use spices here, we don't like all kinds of spices. Some customers have their noses stuck in their noses, and the low-quality fragrance will only disturb the interest." .”

Ding Baocheng calmly took out a Lengxiang pill from his arms and handed it to him.

The corners of Lin Jin's mouth rose slightly, and he opened the kit with his orchid fingers. He flicked the smoked wind in the kit with his hand, bringing a wisp of dark fragrance.

Immediately, Lin Jin's nose moved, her phoenix eyes widened, and sparkling surprise came out of her voice: "This fragrance is sweet and cold, but it is sweet but not greasy. It's absolutely, it's absolutely amazing! ... really Mr. Ding concocted it himself?"

Ding Baocheng nodded: "Yes, cooperation?"

Lin Jin paused: "May I ask Boss Ding how much you want to ask for, and how much can you supply?"

Ding Baocheng: "As much as you want, you can see the price."

Lin Jin was shocked by his measure for a moment, and gave a price that he thought was reasonable: "A piece of ten taels of silver, let the best oiran try it in my Zuirou House first. If all the guests like this fragrance, they will naturally be able to buy it again at that time." If you increase the price, the brothels in other towns will also come to me to buy it for you. Naturally, your sales will not be short, just wait and collect the money. What does Boss Ding think?"

Ding Baocheng didn't expect to be able to sell at this price. His original intention was to make small profits but sell quickly: "Is it too high? Is it possible that no one will buy it..."

"Listen to my advice." Lin Jin knew what he wanted to say, and whispered into his ear: "Things are rare and precious, so don't say how much you want, this person is cheap. You sell It’s cheap, so it’s not so rare if everyone can use it. The more expensive it is, the more beautiful it will be for those who use it, and the happier the customers who smell it.”

After hearing this, Ding Baocheng realized that this was indeed the case, so he decided to listen to Lin Jin: "Okay, I will only charge you three taels of silver for this trial, and there is a total left..." He counted the kits: " Seven, 21 taels of silver, if you run out, if you are sure you want more, please contact me."

Lin Jin smiled and put his arms around Ding Baocheng's neck and breathed into his ears: "Yes, of course I want to. But the cheap money you gave me is also saving the real owner of the brothel. It's better not to think about it, or According to ten taels of silver, how about Boss Ding buying a few jugs of good wine for my slave's family next time with the money he earns?"

Xiao Anzi saw that this half-old brother was flirting with his young wife, and said angrily, "Old man Jinse, you should be more self-respecting, my son is a serious businessman, and he is not the same as you!"

"Xiao Anzi, don't say a few words," Ding Baocheng saw Lin Jin's face was embarrassed, so he stopped Xiao Anzi's harsh words, took out a sound transmission conch and handed it to Lin Jin, and said, "Mr. Yin's code word is... can you remember it clearly?"

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