Goulan Agarwood 14

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1. Upon entering the brothel,
Sai Sai added the last handful of soil to her father's grave. She then went to her mother's grave, pulled up some weeds, and
stood silently, her mind blank, unsure of what to do next.
Her uncle walked over, his footsteps rustling through the fallen leaves. He patted Sai Sai's shoulder, "We need to perform a ritual to help your father's spirit pass on.
Go to the temple and stay with him for a few days." Sai Sai didn't move. Her legs were already cold and numb.
The late autumn sky was gray and overcast, the trees were bare, and the wind carried away the last bit of
warmth from her body. Sai Sai was only wearing two thin layers of clothing. Her aunt had said that people weren't allowed to wear too much at the temple, as it was considered impolite.
Seeing that Sai Sai didn't move, her uncle pulled her hand, "Your hands are so cold, you're dressed too lightly, sigh!" He
sighed, "You'll be warmer at the temple."
Feeling the warmth of her uncle's hand, Sai Sai stiffly moved her legs.
As Sai Sai settled into the sedan chair, sheltered from the wind, her limbs gradually warmed, but tears welled in
her eyes . Yesterday, her father had held her hand, making her promise to live. He had said haltingly,
"Live, no matter what, you must live... As long as you live, there is hope..." Today, her father was buried in his grave,
never to be seen again. Sai Sai hugged her shoulders; something inside her undergarment was uncomfortable. It was what her wet
nurse had put on her that day. Her wet nurse, with tears in her eyes, stroked Sai Sai's head and said, "Good child, remember, this undergarment was
made by my own hands. Wearing it close to your skin is like my mother holding you... Don't give it to anyone else..."
The sedan chair swayed and rocked, and Sai Sai quickly fell asleep. By the time the sedan chair landed, it was completely dark.
Her uncle took her hand and led her into a large courtyard. The gate was wide open, and the courtyard was bustling with people. Red lanterns hung under
the eaves , as if it were New Year's Day tomorrow. Several brightly colored women greeted the guests
as they entered . Their voices were incredibly pleasant.
Uncle led Sai Sai into a side room, where two clean chairs sat between a small table. Behind a beaded curtain next door was
a large bed, covered with quilts. A moment later, a plump woman entered, her eyebrows and eyes painted with deep black
pigment, her scarlet lips like a rooster's bright red comb. She lifted Sai Sai's face, scrutinizing her closely.
The fine lines at the corners of her drooping eyes, devoid of face powder, were clearly visible, a dark yellow tinge. Her hands were smooth and warm.
She moved her around, examining Sai Sai's body closely, making a clicking sound as she looked her over.
Afterward , she beckoned Uncle outside and closed the door behind her.
A small stove burned in the room, the charcoal glowing red. Sai Sai couldn't help but warm her hands over the fire; the
cozy feeling was incredibly comforting. Since her father fell ill and her uncle moved into the house, he removed her small stove. Every
morning when she woke up, she couldn't help but shiver as she pulled back the covers. Her aunt said she needed to pay for her father's treatment and couldn't afford to keep the servants,
so she dismissed the head steward, farmhands, and maids. Therefore, she had to fetch water for herself to wash her face and boil water for herself.
When her father found out, he had a huge argument with her uncle and finally brought the wet nurse back. But because of this anger, her father's illness
worsened , and he fell asleep a few days later. No matter how they called him, they couldn't wake him. Later, he was placed in a coffin,
and they said her father was dead.
Thinking of her father, Sai Sai felt very sad, her nose tingled, and tears welled up in her eyes.
The lady outside the door raised her voice: "She's only nine years old! I still have to support her for several more years!
Isn't all that food, shelter, and clothing going to cost money? You have to pay for it!"
Her uncle's voice was very soft and hard to hear. The woman raised her voice impatiently again, "Alright, alright!
Ten taels of silver, take it or leave it. I have a big business to do, I don't have time to haggle with you!"
The door opened again, and the woman came in. She reached out and grasped the small hands chapped by the autumn wind. "Child,
remember , your uncle sold you to a brothel. Look, this is the contract of sale." She pulled a piece of paper from her sleeve
and waved it. In her haste, Sai Sai only saw black words and a red handprint. Seemingly sensing something bad,
she began to sob, "Where is my uncle? I want to find my uncle!"
"He's gone, he took the silver and left. Child, from now on you belong here. I am your mother."
"Mother, I'm so hungry," Sai Sai raised her tearful eyes; she hadn't eaten anything all day.
"Oh, as long as you behave, Mommy will give you the best food and drink," she said, peeking out the door. "
Shizhu , bring some food."
A moment later, a maidservant brought in a food box containing a bowl of white rice porridge and two side dishes. The porridge was still
steaming, and the aroma of the side dishes made Sai Sai's mouth water. She took the bowl and slurped down two large mouthfuls,
her stomach immediately warming up. Mommy laughed and took the bowl away. "Oh, look at how you eat! You must be starving. You should
eat like this." She scooped up some side dishes with a spoon, then half a spoonful of white rice porridge, and slowly fed it to Sai Sai's open mouth. "Close
your mouth and chew carefully before swallowing."
Watching Sai Sai finish eating, her mother called in the maid who had just brought the food to clear the table, saying to her, "This new
girl is called Sai Sai. Teach her some kitchen chores, and she can sleep with you for now." The maid glanced at Sai Sai and said,
"My name is Dianthus, a summer flower, with many colors." She grinned, revealing two prominent front teeth. "You
sleep inside. I'll wake you up first thing tomorrow morning," she said, tilting her head to indicate the bed in the inner room.
Sai Sai took off her shoes, climbed into bed, and pulled the blanket over herself. Feeling warm from the meal, Sai Sai quickly
fell asleep. In her hazy state, she saw her father's sorrowful, dark eyes looking down from the roof, taking Sai Sai's
hand and saying, "Live on, there is hope if you live."
Sai Sai quickly grasped her father's hand, "Daddy, Daddy, are you awake? Why couldn't I wake you that day
?" But she watched as her father's eyes slowly closed and disappeared from sight. She panicked and cried out,
"Daddy! Daddy!"
"Hey! Wake up, you're dreaming about your daddy," Shizhu said, nudging her awake. Sai Sai saw herself gripping her hand tightly.
She rubbed her wet eyes. "They say he went to the Western Paradise, but I just saw him."
"When people die, they go to the Western Paradise," Shizhu said maturely, getting up to dress. "You should get up too. You need to clean
the kitchen , boil water, wash vegetables, cook—there's a lot of work to do."
It was pitch black outside, not a ray of light in sight.
Reluctantly, Sai Sai sat up, leaving the warm bed, and immediately shivered from the cold.
Seeing asked, "Do you have any cotton-padded clothes with you?" Seeing Shizhu shake her head blankly, she sighed,
"That's true, the person has already been sold, how can I care about your well-being?" As she spoke, she opened the bedside cabinet
, took out a cotton-padded coat, and handed it to Sai Sai, "It might be a little big, wear it for now, Mom will make you a new one."
Sai Sai put on her cotton-padded coat, a bit oversized, but very warm.
Hurried footsteps came from outside the door, and someone whispered, "They caught her, right?" "Yes,
it's her."
Shi Zhu hurriedly put on her clothes, slipped on her shoes, and ran out, then rushed back, cursing angrily, "You damned bastard
! You wretched son of a bitch!"
Her mother's voice came from outside: "Shi Zhu, make hot and sour soup!"
Before the words were even finished, Shi Zhu spat out a mouthful of hot and sour soup and slammed the door shut.
Sai Sai quickly followed her into the kitchen and, following her instructions, boiled water. Shi Zhu cut strings of red chilies into small pieces,
chopped them into powder, mixed them with salt and vinegar, and sprinkled them into the boiling water. Chili powder flew onto Sai Sai's face, making her sneeze several
times. Her eyes watered from the spiciness.
After extinguishing the fire, the two of them carried a large basin of chili water into the dilapidated storeroom in the backyard, where several
torches . A woman was tied to a long bench in the center of the room. Behind her stood a naked man, his buttocks
thrusting forward, his pants slipping to the ground. The woman's ankles and thighs were bound together and secured to
the bench . In front of her, another man straddled her chest, his head bowed, putting something into her
mouth; only gurgling sounds could be heard.
The two women were terrified and dropped their basins, running away.
"Don't run! Go and call down the girls who aren't entertaining customers to watch the show!" Mother's tone was firm and brooked no argument
.
Shizhu pulled Sai Sai upstairs, knocking on the doors of rooms without red lights,
waking . When they returned to the storeroom in the backyard, the man on the woman was gone. Sai Sai saw clearly that
the woman's hands and waist were bound to the bench with red rope, and an old man was dipping a thick, whisk-like
object into a red, spicy broth.
"Shi Lian, don't blame your mother for being heartless. This is the rule of the brothel. You brought this on yourself.
You had perfectly good men in your arms, but you went to that poor wretch, penniless and powerless. Now you're
suffering again." With that, she waved her hand at the old man, who then swung his long whisk at the still pink
area between Shi Lian's legs.
"Ah..." Shi Lian shook her head in pain, struggling, before her mouth was gagged. The old man's
whisk struck the same spot repeatedly until the pink area turned a dark purple. Then he moved to her thighs, abdomen, and chest,
until those areas also turned dark purple. The girls watching nearby lowered their heads, biting their handkerchiefs and
sobbing.
The old man, perhaps tired from beating her, turned the whisk around, dipping the part he had been holding in his hand into the spicy soup.
The handle was engraved with many patterns, resembling a scaled snake coiled on a pillar, its triangular head
forming the handle's head. Holding the loose part of the whisk, the old man aimed the snake head at Shi Lian's legs and
thrust it straight in with a "plop," the loose head hanging out like a red horse's tail. Shi Lian's chest heaved
, her eyes widening in shock.
The old man shook the whisk a few times, pulled it out, dipped it in the spicy soup, and then thrust it back in, shaking it left and right, up and down. Shi
Lian groaned, shaking her head, her hair glistening with sweat and tears.
Shi Zhu pulled Sai Sai's hand and knelt before her mother, kowtowing and begging for Shi Lian's mercy. The girls
all knelt down, and the room was filled with weeping…
The mother turned to look at the kneeling girls; the scene was quite dramatic. She still needed these girls to earn money.
He shook his head dismissively. "Sigh, these are the rules. I had no choice! I'll spare you for the
sake ." The old man stopped what he was doing. His red ponytail still hung there,
dripping a pool of crimson liquid—it was hard to tell if it was blood or chili water.
"But," Mom suddenly remembered something, "you can't wear that sachet anymore. You've made a mistake; you can't
expect that kind of treatment." Upon hearing this, the old man immediately rummaged through a dark corner and found a wine jar. He pulled
the rag out of Shi Lian's mouth, stuffed a large conch shell inside, and poured the contents down her throat. A strong medicinal smell mixed with a sour odor
filled the dilapidated storeroom, quickly dissipated by the wind blowing through the walls and roof.
"After drinking this medicine, he won't want you anymore. You can't have children; what use are you for continuing his family line?"
Mom seemed to be talking to herself. Reaching the doorway, she turned her head and said, "Keep a close eye on her; she can't
die of illness."
Daylight broke, and wisps of smoke rose from the kitchen chimney. Several constables shouted as they entered the backyard, shattering
the morning tranquility of the brothel.
The madam, her hair still unfinished, rushed out and stopped the constables climbing the stairs. "Officers,
officers! The patrons haven't gotten up yet! What's the matter? Let's talk in the front!" She pushed and shoved the constables into
the front yard .
"Didn't you report to the authorities that someone had escaped? The master suspects a gang absconding and wants us to search this building
for accomplices."
"Oh, officers, if someone escapes, how can we leave accomplices behind?"
"Didn't you arrest them and try to deceive the master? Do you know what the crime of deceiving the emperor is?" the constable raised his voice.
Her eyes, mostly white with little black, widened.
The mother quickly lowered her head and took the officer's hand, feigning a wronged expression.
"The person has been brought back, but she's currently ill and unable to receive guests." She stuffed a bag of loose silver into the officer's hand
.
Weighing the bag, the officer turned and said, "Three days later, have her go to the yamen to have the case closed."
He then walked out the door.
The mother sighed and gathered her half-untied hair.
Three
days later, Shi Lian, still recovering, was escorted to the yamen by two officers.
Shi Zhu moved into Shi Lian's room; she was about to receive guests. She knelt before her mother, clutching her clothes
and pleading , "Mother, Shizhu is still young, please let Shizhu serve you for another year."
"Hmph! Still young and you expect me to take care of you in your old age!" Her mother gritted her teeth, glaring at Shizhu, then smiled.
"Once you're deflowered, your good days will begin. Although deflowering hurts a bit, what woman doesn't have to endure
that ! Then you'll eat the best food and drink the finest things, and I'll send them all upstairs. You won't have to wash your clothes,
and I can benefit from it too. Besides, sooner or later you'll be upstairs, obedient! Listen to me, and I
won't mistreat you."
Early the next morning, Sai Sai and several maids helped Shizhu wash up. Her mother placed a brocade box in
front of . "Shizhu, this is a gift from your mother," she said, opening the lid to reveal a pair of golden bells. "Although..."
"It's not pure gold, Mom knows. Shizhu will earn a lot of money in the future and won't care about these bells anymore. This
is just something to try." She turned around and waved, and someone brought in a long, low stool. Two old women helped Shizhu
lie down. One of them rubbed her face while the other took off her pants. Shizhu resisted, begging for mercy, and her hands clung tightly
to the waistband. Her mother pried her fingers apart while trying to persuade her, "Shizhu, you know, which
girl upstairs doesn't wear bells? Without bells, you can't make a sound when you walk, how many customers can you attract... It doesn't hurt
, it's like getting an ear piercing." Once Shizhu's hands were pried open, they were tied to the legs of the stool.
She pulled down her pants, revealing a patch of dark, unkempt fur. Sai Sai turned her face away shyly. Her mother
called impatiently, "Don't stand there slacking off, wring out a hot towel."
She touched the towel, and the old woman in the lower half of her body brandished a small knife, quickly
shaving the fur clean, revealing a delicate white bun containing two pink petals. The old woman pulled one petal taut, heated a
shoe-sole needle red-hot over a candle flame, and pierced it through the petal. "Sizzle..." A smell of burning hair wafted out.
The delicate petal was instantly pierced through with a blackened hole.
"Ah..." Sai Sai looked up in pain, tears streaming down her face. "Mother, please, I don't want
the bell. I don't want any patrons!"
"No! Humph! That's not up to you." The flesh on her mother's cheeks fell like curtains. "I
've raised you all these years, feeding you and dressing you, it all cost money. Now it's time for you to earn money to support your mother." As she spoke,
another petal was pierced, and two bells were hung from it with long threads.
Shizhu, her eyes brimming with tears, rose from the low stool, too afraid to sit upright. Her mother pulled her up, "Take a few steps, let
your mother hear the sound."
Shizhu, pulled along by her mother, staggered a few steps, the bells jingling sweetly. Her mother nodded in
satisfaction , "Rest for a while, the customer might arrive early today."
Even before dinner time, her mother urged her to bring food to Shizhu. Sai Sai carried the food box into the kitchen. The cook
stood alone behind the counter. Sai Sai spoke to her, but the cook seemed not to see her, giving a casual hum. Sai Sai put down
the food box, feeling that the expression and voice were off, so she pretended to leave, crouching down and disappearing behind the cupboard. Behind the cupboard
, the chef was squatting behind the cook, using a dry rolling pin to
poke unclean splashing sounds. The cook was panting heavily, her face flushed, suppressing moans. Her legs trembled,
and her hands gripped the cutting board tightly.
Sai Sai was startled and ducked back outside.
According to custom, a girl's first night was to be auctioned off.
The lanterns in the front courtyard were lit, and the usual song and dance performance ended. The mother, supporting Shi Zhu, dressed like a bride,
came , using all her charm to flaunt the girl before her. "Look at my daughter, just seventeen, in the
prime of her youth. Look at her face, like an apple, so juicy and plump. Her figure,
all the right curves, so delicate and tender, you wouldn't even dare to touch her..." The madam
led Shizhu by the hand around the front yard, the crisp "ding-ding" of bells accompanying their footsteps, and
several men around smiled.
"May I ask which gentleman wishes to deflower my daughter?" With that question, the madam called for someone to take
Shizhu back to her room, waiting for a patron. The bidding didn't take long before a burly man
entered Shizhu's room.
Shouts, pleas, moans, and the accompanying clattering of furniture—the brothel's nightly lullaby. A woman's
first night holds extraordinary significance for every woman, and for the madam, it's the best time to make money. But for the brothel, it's
just another ordinary night.
When Sai Sai entered Shi Zhu's room carrying the food box, Shi Zhu was naked,
being held in the arms of a dark-skinned man with a full beard. His hairy hands were caressing her chest, and Shi Zhu
, like a skinny cat, was desperately pushing him away. Seeing Sai Sai enter, he seemed to see a savior. "Sai Sai, make me some
tea!" "Master, please allow me a sip of water."
Sai Sai, carrying the teapot, was about to approach when Shi Zhu let out a scream. She was pinned to the bed by the man,
his legs spread wide, his abdomen pressed tightly between her thighs, his hairy hands kneading her
breasts . Sai Sai's hand trembled, almost dropping the teapot. She quickly lowered her head and placed the tray on the table. Shi Zhu
cried out, "Be gentle, Master, it hurts!" The man groaned, panting, and his body shifted, his belly hitting her buttocks with a
crisp, loud "smack! smack! smack!" The sound mingled with Shi Zhu's rapid breathing and cries.
Sai Sai frantically ran out of the room, but before she reached the stairs, she was stopped by someone from another room. Tentatively pushing
open , she saw the man who had called her laughing, holding one woman's leg, while another man held the other.
A woman was "sitting" on a chair, her buttocks facing upwards, her legs spread, being held in the man's arms. The man's hand
slipped between the woman's legs, teasing her, while he ordered a pot of wine.
Sai Sai dared not look any longer, quickly obeying and running downstairs. The cook asked Sai Sai what the person who ordered the wine was doing. Sai Sai
blushed and couldn't answer. The cook held up two fingers and asked, "Is it like this?" Seeing Sai Sai nod, she took out
a peculiar wine pot for her. The pot didn't seem to be made of porcelain; its body was densely covered with coarse sand. The pot was small,
but had a long, thick, and curved spout. The cook had also prepared a jar of wine and placed it in Sai Sai's food box.
When Sai Sai entered the room, the man closed the door and told her to serve him. The man took the wine pot,
used two to spread the woman's vagina, and poured wine inside. The woman, biting her fingers, giggled as she watched the stunned Sai Sai.
The man slowly inserted the spout into the woman's vagina, pressed it down, rotated the pot, lifted it up, and pressed it down again. With each
press and lift, the wine flowed down the woman's belly, and the two men eagerly sipped it. After a while, the wine was gone, and the man
instructed Sai Sai to refill it before inserting it again. Sai Sai was only allowed to leave after the jar was empty.

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