Day after day

Since ancient times, love has been full of regrets, and this regret will last forever...

When Xia Shang saw Xia Xinyi, this poem came to his mind.

It's not that he hated himself, but why did these women act so foolishly for a useless man?

Qin Huairou was like this...

Even Xia Xinyi was like this!

Compared with Xinyi, Xia Shang felt more resentful of "sad for her misfortune and angry for her lack of struggle"!

If this woman has always been cunning and fake, it would be fine. Even if Xia Shang did not recognize this blood relative, he would not feel guilty. Now that he saw that this sister was also a pitiful person who was infatuated and pedantic, how could he bear to ignore her?

But what could he do if he ignored her? How could she deal with the mess in her hands? Could he beat the man to death? Or just watch Xia Xinyi continue to be persecuted by him?

"Forget it! Uncle Zhong, take that guy to see a doctor, I'll have a few more words with my sister."

"Yes."

Uncle Zhong said a little, and took the man who was seven points dead to see a doctor.

Xia Shang and Xia Xinyi were left speechless.

There was no need to ask many questions, the things in front of us had already explained a lot.

That day, Xia Shang's predictions for his sister must have been correct one by one. I'm afraid that the family is completely out of money, and the man who was hanging around in the capital had to return home. At this moment, he is in a hurry to get money to go to Beijing to continue fooling around with his little lover!

After a long silence, Xia Shang asked, "What are your plans for the future?"

"I... I don't know."

"Do you still plan to follow him?"

"If not him, who else can I follow?"

"Why are you so stubborn? Your man is hopeless! Do you still expect him to pass the imperial examination?"

"Why is my sister-in-law so stubborn? And why can you repent?"

Since traveling through time, Xia Shang was speechless for the first time, and he didn't know how to refute.

Xia Xinyi smiled bitterly: "Brother! This is the fate of us women!"

Helpless!

Really helpless!

"Hey! Take care of yourself! I just want to say that you are welcome to come back home at any time, but that man is not welcome."

Having said so much, Xia Shang said no more. After Zhong Bo came back and left a hundred taels of silver, he continued to look for a winemaker.

...

This step is a new chapter.

An inconspicuous outsider finally tried to influence the world.

If there had not been such experiences and there were not so many concerns in his heart, perhaps this outsider would have lived his life in an honest way and would not have left too many traces in this era.

These unavoidable relationships seem to be the invisible pushers of history, forcing Xia Shang to step out from behind the scenes and let the world pay attention to him, so that he can see the world more closely.

"Dream of Red Mansions" is popular, corroding the nerves of contemporary young men and women like a plague. This book, which was regarded as a "banned book" in ancient times, is the key to breaking the rules and being different. While bringing wealth to Xia Shang, it is also subtly changing people's concepts.

Wuliangye is sleeping in the cellar. When it wakes up from the cellar, it is still unknown whether it will become a torrent that burns people's taste buds and sweeps across the land of China.

One day, he summoned his old subordinates, like a young general pointing out the country and outlining the blueprint in front of a group of veterans. Teach them the model of standardized operations and more detailed and clear operating procedures.

One day, several plaques wrapped in red silk were hung on the golden shops in Yangzhou City and the ten counties of Yangzhou. No one knew what was written on the plaques under the red silk? It attracted a lot of curiosity.

One day, an unprecedented huge winery workshop began to operate, and tons of high-quality grains began to enter the production line in batches.

One day, the No. 1 cellar was full, and the cellar was sealed to wait for the return of time. Everyone was looking forward to the moment when the aroma of wine wafted out.

Day after day, those who had been involved with this outsider were also undergoing their own changes.

The white-clothed long sword was still flying in the morning breeze, and the tall figure was still handsome and elegant, but the sword dancer could no longer dance out the essence of this ruthless sword move. The heart that had died once was now surrounded by hot springs. It no longer thought about how to make a move quickly, accurately and ruthlessly, but thought about sleeping with that man every day, why didn't he give him sex? If this goes on, don't ask when this belly will be pregnant, when will the incense of the Xia family continue?

That was a charming and lovely girl who was admired by thousands of people. How could she enjoy the praise of others? Her heart was all tied to how to get a status. Should she take the initiative to show her favor in order to gain favor?

And the little maid who was growing up day by day was still dreaming of becoming a maid in the same room every day. She was looking forward to growing up quickly and becoming a bright red and delicious peach that the bad master wanted to eat but couldn't.

Not only that, in the corner of Yulin County, the broken green bamboo was budding, and the deep alleys were still covered with blood. The details of those people's past were still seen by the world.

In the depths of the courtyard, the naughty pony was also trained to put away its bad roots, grow up generously, talk well, travel and study every day, and change day by day.

In a distant place, perhaps there is one or two caring hearts that always miss someone.

Time flies, and January has passed.

…

After all, the scenery of West Lake in June is different from that of other seasons.

The lotus leaves are endless and green, and the lotus flowers are red in the sun.

June is the summer solstice.

Yangzhou City is like a magnificent painting spread out in the eyes of the world. Where is there no bird singing and fragrance? Where is there no moonlight in the water? It is like the pretty lady holding the pipa and half covering her face, removing the half-covered instrument, showing its beauty without reservation.

The new willows by the West Lake have become the Great Wall, and the willow branches are as green as jasper, so tender that they seem to squeeze out water. The green lifeline that stretches out of the city is already full of vitality, beating with the prosperous life of the people of Yangzhou.

As the scorching sun came, the girls in the rows of brothels by the lake unscrupulously cut off their clothes, laughing, shouting, dancing... I wonder which brothel has a new famous prostitute, and which young men will fight for them?

The three or two flower boats floating in the West Lake move with the waves, wherever they drift to, and the red silk flowers decorated are always the most beautiful glimpse of the center of the lake.

In this situation, there must be a few self-proclaimed talented scholars showing off a few words to a certain lady, shaking their heads, reciting poems and writing essays, feeling very comfortable.

No matter when or where, the freedom by the West Lake can never be described in words. That's why there are endless people who come here to gather again and again.

On this crowded and noisy brothel street, someone suddenly dropped something from his body and it fell to the ground!

There was a clang...

It was like a jar breaking.

What's the big deal if a porcelain jar is broken?

At most, it will attract the attention of several people nearby.

But this time is different. After the sound of the jar breaking, the dozen people around first stopped, then stopped talking, and then washed their noses and sniffed...

This reaction seems to be contagious. With the broken jar as the center, everyone on Flower Street noticed that there seemed to be something different in the air.

A sweet, pure and rich fragrance filled the air. The smell was not like the smell of wine, but the smell of life and death. After smelling it, you spit out a mouthful of saliva, as if you drank a glass of nectar. Smelling the fragrance, men and women on Flower Street were all drunk.