I'd rather die beneath the flowers, than be a ghost so romantic.

Now, in Beijing lived a local ruffian named Yu Deshan, the son of an old farmer named Yu Gui from the outer city. From a young age, he was strong and powerful, with a temper as fierce as thunder. He disliked studying and farming, preferring to practice martial arts, gamble, and frequent brothels, neglecting all his duties. Initially, his father tried to discipline him, but the ruffian only grew worse. Yu Deshan not only refused to obey his father's discipline but also began beating his father. The old man, nearly eighty years old, had only this one son. He had spoiled him rotten, fostering his arrogance. Now, he was both heartbroken and angry. Heartbroken because his hard-earned few acres of meager land were about to be squandered by his prodigal son, leaving his precious son, whom he had raised with both hands since childhood, to beg for food; angry because he had pampered and indulged him since childhood, expecting him to care for him in his old age, only to find that not only did his son show no gratitude, but he also acted rebelliously, beating his father. This too filled him with rage. The old man, suffering from both pain and anger, contracted a severe case of typhoid fever. Elderly people cannot withstand the harsh weather, and within a few days, he succumbed to his illness.

This was due to the old man's misguided indulgence and excessive pampering of his son, coupled with Yu Deshan's inherently unruly nature, which had allowed him to become a rebellious and disobedient son. If the old man had disciplined him from a young age and taught him principles, Deshan, no matter how unruly he became, would not have turned out this way. As the saying goes, loving one's son is killing him, and this proved true.

But enough of this digression. With the old man dead, Yu Deshan became even more unrestrained, finally finding peace and quiet, and squandering his wealth recklessly. In less than three months, he had squandered all of the old man's meager land. He didn't care, continuing to cause trouble and stir up trouble in the streets and alleys. The people of the city gave him a nickname: "Little White Wolf." Everyone feared and trembled at the sight of this Little White Wolf. Although he was destitute, he was still supported by people everywhere and never went hungry. He also formed a sworn brotherhood with a group of rogue gamblers, calling themselves the Ten Brothers. They conspired together to commit all sorts of evil deeds. Reader, do you know who these ten brothers were:

Flying Leopard Liu Hu,

Red-faced Night Demon Hou Xikui,

Magnet Rooster

Zhao San, Living Impermanence Hu Er,

Big

Bullet Li Wenquan, Wu Ergui Wu Laizi

, Little White

Wolf

Yu Deshan, Big Wild Ox Zhou Xintian, Sai Yuchi Cibo,

Death-Catching Ghost Cui Si

. Little White Wolf colluded with these ten men, forming gangs, gambling, prostitution, and all sorts of immoral acts. People feared their power and avoided them at all costs. Little White Wolf also took a mistress named Zhang, nicknamed Zhang Xiaojiao.

Originally from a poor family in the capital, she had been a flirtatious woman since childhood. She was happy to have bound feet, which were small and three inches long, and couldn't find a suitable match. So every day she would stand in front of the door, sticking her small feet out, attracting attention.

Later, she even became involved with a salt worker named Zhang Tailai. Their affair, both open and clandestine, became common knowledge in the neighborhood. Because of her tarnished reputation, her family, knowing they couldn't say anything to him, reluctantly agreed to marry her off. Zhang Tailai, a robust young man in his early twenties, fell ill with tuberculosis less than a year after marrying Zhang Xiaojiao, and became emaciated. Forget about sex; he couldn't even get out of bed, and the salt worker was dismissed. Zhang Xiaojiao, however, had a way with her old tricks. She kept her bound feet outside the door, providing her with ample food, clothing, and money—even more than Zhang Tailai used to earn each month. Zhang Tailai, bedridden and unable to support his family, relied on his wife's bound feet to earn money for his medical treatment, and had no choice but to willingly become a living turtle.

Zhang Xiaojiao was naturally lustful. Although her husband was suffering from a debilitating illness and was nearing the end of his life, she still couldn't resist Zhang Tailai when there were no other guests to keep him company at night. One night, Zhang Xiaojiao couldn't bear the loneliness any longer and couldn't find anything to do. Looking at her husband lying on the bed, he looked more like a ghost than a human, and the oil lamp in the small mud house was dim and eerie. The more terrifying and desolate it seemed, the more Zhang Xiaojiao felt. Unable to endure it any longer, she hardened her heart, thinking that whether he was a human or a ghost, she could still manage for a while. So she stripped naked and climbed onto the bed, rubbing her two golden lotuses against Zhang Tailai's lower abdomen. Zhang Tailai, with his long-term illness, had no strength left for such acts. Zhang Xiaojiao, in

her desperation, couldn't help but scratch and suck, and rubbed her two plump breasts against his genitals. Perhaps it was Zhang Tailai's fate, for that night he actually became aroused. Zhang Xiaojiao then leaped onto him, performing a "reverse candle-pouring" maneuver. As dawn approached, Zhang Tailai still hadn't ejaculated, lying beneath him panting heavily. Zhang Xiaojiao dared not get down, fearing he would die from exhaustion. Just as the rooster crowed, Zhang Tailai cried out, his semen gushing forth. Zhang Xiaojiao hurriedly scrambled down, only to find Zhang Tailai already lifeless and cold-blooded, alas! Indeed:

[ The following is a separate, unrelated anecdote:]

Dear reader, you might say that Zhang Tailai, a promising young man, if he had followed his parents' wishes and a matchmaker's arrangement, marrying into a respectable family, why would he have seduced a wanton woman and brought such trouble upon himself? Therefore, as the old sage said, "Those who peep into each other through holes and climb over walls to meet will be despised by their parents and the people of the country." It's clear that not only would they be looked down upon, but they would also lose their lives. Enough

of this digression, let's return to the main story. Since her husband's death, Zhang Xiaojiao was understandably grieving. Fortunately, she had two or three regular patrons who constantly provided her with financial assistance. While Zhang Tailai was alive, even though he was a coward, those who came to visit still had to be somewhat wary, as tampering with things was always inconvenient. Now that Zhang Tailai was dead, things were much easier. Zhang Xiaojiao had a fleshy face, a short stature, and large breasts and buttocks; she wasn't particularly attractive. Her only striking feature was her pair of small feet, truly unique in heaven and earth, thus making her famous.

Zhang Xiaojiao's household suddenly became lively; the neighbors were disturbed by her antics, and the local constables ordered her to move. Fortunately, Zhang Tailai's house was rented, so it wasn't a big deal. She moved to Xiwei Hutong in the outer city. That outer city was a gathering place for the poor, where all sorts of scoundrels lived. Zhang Xiaojiao associated with petty thieves, gamblers, and even started a private business. Zhang Xiaojiao opened her own brothel, where she ate and dressed better than she had at the Zhang family home. Her environment and lifestyle influenced her. She consumed too many supplements, making her even more obese, her skin even more delicate, making her look like a sow.

Those vulgar scoundrels only knew how to use brute force, showing no tenderness or care. Zhang Xiaojiao, with her delicate skin and endurance, attracted many customers. They even gave her a nickname, "Little-Footed Pig." But that's another story. Before long, Zhang Xiaojiao reached her prime, her body growing even fatter, resembling an elephant. Her hair began to turn gray, her skin gradually roughened, and soon no one was willing to pay for her services. Her bedroom skills, stretched by her large belly, were no longer sufficient, leaving only her small feet. Her regular customers all went to younger, more attractive girls, leaving Zhang Xiaojiao with few customers. Fortunately, over the past twenty-odd years, she had saved some money and wanted to find a place to settle down. She planned to hire a few prostitutes and become a brothel madam herself, continuing her business.

But let's not dwell on Zhang Xiaojiao's desire to reform. Now, let's talk about Hu Er, one of the ten brothers, a cunning and unpredictable peddler. He was unusually short, with a sleazy demeanor and no strength, often suffering mistreatment. He did have a skill, however: cunning and treacherous, adept at deceiving and harming others. The ten brothers would protect him and vent their anger, and he would scheme for them in return. This was a classic case of petty people forming alliances, mutually exploiting each other. Little White Wolf was particularly helpful in his schemes and trouble-making. Seeing that Little White Wolf was in his prime and still unmarried, and that Zhang Xiaojiao was looking for someone, Hu Er, who was also one of Zhang Xiaojiao's clients, acted as a pimp, facilitating the marriage. Little White Wolf, in his prime, had neither savings nor a legitimate livelihood, relying on begging for food; how could he afford a wife? But too much of a good thing can lead to trouble. Aside from occasionally getting a cheap, half-hearted offer from a lowly courtesan to temporarily quell his desires, he had to hire a prostitute at night.

He had Zhang Xiaojiao, who, though older, was experienced and savvy. She was persistent and enjoyable. Zhang Xiaojiao, having taken advantage of this energetic young man, found pleasure in their company, their stamina and skill in the act endless, making her ecstatic. She unknowingly spent her savings on him, wanting to buy Xiaobailang's unwavering devotion to her. Zhang Xiaojiao no longer entertained clients, instead focusing on seducing women for illicit affairs at home. She started running a brothel again.

One day, Xiaobailang, along with Flying Leopard Liu Hu, Magnet Rooster Zhao San, and Living Impermanence Hu Er, were at leisure and decided to wander aimlessly. Reader, the outer city's Qianmen Street was a bustling area.

Beyond that, the south was mostly populated by poor people; what fun was there?

The four first stopped at the Yulaisan Teahouse and drank tea for a while. Finding it uninteresting, Magnet Rooster Zhao San said, "Wang San, who used to run a tea stall here, has made a fortune and opened a Wang Family Teahouse on Qianmen Street. It's quite a grand establishment. Why don't we brothers go and have a look?"

Flying Leopard Liu Hu said, "We once stood up for Wang San on his behalf. If we brothers go, we must greet him with incense." Having decided on their plan, they went to Wang's Teahouse. As the poem goes: "

Red and green lacquer on the railings, brocade curtains hang on the hooks.

Guests from near and far all speak of Wang's Teahouse."

When Wang San saw that his ten brothers had arrived, he greeted them with a smile and led them inside to sit down. He ordered the tea server to brew the finest fragrant tea for the four of them. After they were seated, they drank tea and chatted idly, discussing nothing more than vulgar gossip and tales of brothels and romance.

Flying Leopard Liu Hu said, "I've been fond of women since childhood, and the number of prostitutes I've patronized, both private and official, is countless. Each has its own flavor and charm. You guys must have plenty of romantic experiences too. Since we brothers are here today, why don't we have a hearty chat and share our innermost thoughts?"

Hu Er chimed in, "What you've said, elder brother, is exactly what I've been thinking. Although I enjoy women, my body isn't strong enough for long. But I've already had my share of women. I only have two regrets in my life."

Liu Hu asked, "What are those two regrets?"

Hu Er replied, "My first regret is that I've only been with beggar girls and prostitutes, half-heartedly, on the edge of the bed. I've never shared a bed with a rich young lady or a tender, beautiful girl, to lean on and intertwine with her." After he finished speaking, everyone burst into laughter.

Zhao San, the magpie, said, "I can't see through you, you toad, that you have the heart to eat swan meat."

Hu Er said, "Exactly. Unlike you, embracing your wife's buttocks and you're all smiles. That's what you call a romantic scholar."

Zhao San exclaimed, "You dare to say that?"

Liu Hu said, "Stop arguing, let's continue. What's the second regret?"

Hu Er said, "The second regret is that I only play with shabby dumplings and stale clam meat. I've never tasted the delicate flowers of the rear garden, the delicious glutinous rice balls. That's the second regret. Sooner or later, I must try it."

Wu Laizi laughed, "Fourth Brother, you're too ignorant. Speaking of the 'rear garden flower' thing, we're quite experienced. Those young men with green heads and white faces, I don't know how many we've played with. But when it comes to this kind of thing, you have to be careful..." "Yes. Otherwise, if you're not careful, you might accidentally fart and end up like a cannon hitting the top of a flagpole, which could be life-threatening."

Liu Hu said, "Sixth Brother, this is based on experience."

Little White Wolf said, "Big Brother, what are the benefits of this back door? Why do people like it so much?"

Wu Laizi said, "Seventh Brother, you don't know. The benefits of this are hard to describe in a few words. It's tight, warm, shallow, soft, tender, dry, and sweet, unlike the vulva, which is wet, slippery, and tasteless."

Little White Wolf said, "So there are so many benefits. I must try it sooner or later."

Liu Hu said, "Seventh Brother, you're too young and not used to the ways of the pleasure quarters. You should try walking slowly."

Little White Wolf slammed his hand on the table and said, "Let's do it!"

He suddenly looked up and saw a young servant sitting at the opposite table. He was handsome with red lips and white teeth, and a face like jade. He was about twelve or thirteen years old and very endearing. He was drinking with an old man. The old man had the young servant in his arms, displaying an indescribable charm and coquettishness. Seeing this, and having just heard some lewd talk, the little white wolf felt a sudden surge of lust.

He stepped forward, grabbed the servant's hand, and said, "Come and have a cup of tea with us." The servant was suddenly startled by the burly man, both ashamed and frightened, and couldn't speak for a moment.

The old man stopped the little white wolf, speaking in a thick Mandarin accent, "Where did you come from, you fool, daring to be so rude!"

The little white wolf replied, "I am the little white wolf, everyone on this street knows me. Who are you, daring to offend me, the lord of the land!"

The old man said, "I am a Fujian merchant, here to sell tea. This is my beloved servant, how dare you force your way in?"

The little white wolf took the opportunity to shove the old man, cursing, "You old, unfilial southern barbarian, get lost!"

The old man, pushed, stumbled and fell more than ten steps away, and after a long while, he got up and said, "Fine, fine, this is outrageous! Outrageous! Daring to lay a hand on someone under the emperor's throne!"

The brothers all said in unison, "We'll beat you, so what? You'll just get a big scar on your head." Seeing that his brothers were powerful and eager to fight, the old man knew he couldn't beat them, so he had no choice but to retreat timidly.

The little white wolf pulled the servant into a seat, and everyone teased him. They ordered the tea server to bring four jugs of sorghum wine and a plate of chilled tea for drinking games, creating quite a lively atmosphere. The little white wolf pulled the servant into his arms and kissed his fragrant little mouth several times. The brothers cheered, making the servant blush with embarrassment.

The little white wolf, fueled by the wine, became even more unrestrained, reaching into the servant's trousers and slowly touching his anus. With a gentle touch, he wantonly played with it.

Meanwhile, the little white wolf and his men, while teasing the servant, continued drinking. Before they knew it, they were all completely drunk. Seeing that they were all drunk, the servant slipped away from the teahouse and left.

Seeing that it was getting late, the teahouse owner, protected by the ten brothers, dared not disturb them. It wasn't until the lamps were lit that they woke up one by one. The owner brought out food and invited the brothers to eat.

Wu Laizi said, "Seventh Brother, you know what it's like to have just that one finger today. If Zhang Xiaojiao finds out, she'll pluck out your pubic hair."

Hu Er said, "Seventh Brother and Zhang Xiaojiao are truly a match made in heaven. It's a pity I'm still single after driving a cart for fifty years. Seeing you two so loving, I'm so envious."

Little White Wolf, already quite drunk, unconsciously revealed his innermost thoughts, sighing, "We two can't go on like this."

The brothers asked in surprise, "Have you turned against each other?"

Little White Wolf shook his head, "No, no."

The others said, "What is it? We brothers can handle anything, tell us quickly, and we'll help you."

Little White Wolf said, "Let me tell you slowly." Indeed:

A heart full of grievances and secrets, all revealed in a drunken word.

To know what Little White Wolf said, please read the next chapter.

Chapter Five: The Poor Zhao San devises a plan to save a wronged widow from danger.

The poem says:

Now everything is strange and unusual, even the world of pleasure is in turmoil.

A rogue seduces a beggar girl, stripping her of her fine clothes to sell her body.

Beijing, once the most prosperous city in the land, was filled with music and song. From nobles to commoners, everyone indulged in pleasure.

The wealthy officials and merchants, needless to say, ate delicacies, wore silks and satins, and lived in mansions. They had wives and concubines, beautiful women, and frequented restaurants, teahouses, and theaters for entertainment. There were also brothels, courtesans, and brothels to

satisfy their desires. The middle class had entertainment venues and storytelling halls. The lower class frequented brothels and other entertainment establishments. Each class had its own system, supporting the other.

Only the laborers and beggars, earning little each day, struggled to make ends meet. Yet, they too were made of flesh and blood and craved pleasure. But with meager earnings, he couldn't afford to marry his wife, nor did he have enough money to frequent brothels and entertainment venues. He had to save up his copper coins, enduring half a month or twenty days before he could afford to have sex. So, some poor people, thinking of themselves and others, came up with this lucrative business. The outer city was a gathering place for the poor, so some people picked out a few dilapidated kilns, recruited a few beggar girls, and engaged in the business of sending off the old and welcoming the new, of morning and evening sex. It was called a brothel, which meant "in a dilapidated kiln."

What beauty could those beggar girls possibly have? Their bellies were filthy and tattered; they only catered to peddlers, laborers, thieves, and beggars. You see, beggar girls only sell themselves because they can't afford to eat; their clothes are tattered and worn, what charm or beauty could attract customers? The brothel owners, however, were ingenious. They didn't bother with their tattered clothes—you could wash the skin clean—but instead gave these beggar girls some cosmetics and hair oil, dressed them up, stripped them naked, exposing their loose, red vulvas, and taught them a few vulgar songs and tunes. They learned a few tricks of playing the flute while covering their legs, swaying and welcoming, all for people to see in the dilapidated brothel. Their figures, long and short, black and white, fat and thin, wide and narrow, tall and short, clean and shaved, irresistibly attracted passersby, who went inside to pay for their pleasure. They attracted customers and saved money on clothes—a brilliant two-birds-with-one-stone strategy. Someone wrote about this in their notes at the time: "

The customs of recent times are decadent, and men and women are shameless." Outside the imperial city, brothels lined the streets, their music and singing filling the air. The poor and struggling to survive in the outer city often lured a few beggar girls to set up their own brothels, known as "kilns." Inside, skylights were wide open, and two or three small holes were made in the roadside wall. The beggar girls, having groomed themselves, would reside naked within, reciting poems and engaging in various obscene acts. Those passing by on the floating beams outside would peek through the small holes, and if unable to resist, would knock and enter. The beggar girls would then approach naked, and the chosen one would be given seven coins, and they would be taken to bed, where they would spend the night. Initially, opening brothels was merely a way for a few impoverished people to make money, without any long-term intention. Unexpectedly, once the trend took hold, the brothels became incredibly popular, packed to the brim. The beggar girls working as prostitutes were so busy they didn't even have time to relieve themselves, forcing them to hire new women and open new places. Ordinary men and women, destitute and shameless, also eagerly followed suit. Even the girls from small brothels and private establishments, struggling with poverty and hunger, were willing to sacrifice their looks, stripping naked and offering themselves to customers here. They earned money and saved on clothing—who wouldn't be happy to do it? Gradually, countless brothels opened in the outer city, taking away all the business from those small private brothels and private establishments.

These brothels were initially located in dilapidated kilns, hence the name "brothel." Later, as the weather turned cold, the girls, living naked all day in the open-air kilns, couldn't withstand the autumn winds and dews and fell ill one after another. The brothel owners quickly sought alternative accommodations, renting dilapidated houses. They didn't need repairs; they moved in simply, as it was much better than the open-air kilns. They also chiseled a few small windows in the earthen walls facing the street so passersby could peek at these naked girls, still calling it a "brothel." As more and more brothels opened in the outer city of the capital, the girls naturally became more selective, and gradually even young and beautiful girls ended up selling themselves naked in these brothels. It is said:

"With just a black pine forest, who cares about the beauty of Wu Yan or Xi Shi?"

Now, let's talk about Zhang Xiaojiao, who made a living running a brothel, seducing several beggar girls to have sex with men and pocketing their profits. Unexpectedly, a brothel recently opened at the entrance of the alley, attracting all the girls there, leaving Zhang Xiaojiao with few customers.

Reader, most women are petty and easily angered, prone to causing trouble and quarrels when things don't go their way. Zhang Xiaojiao, having lost her business and being a shrewish woman, naturally clashed with Xiao Bailang. Xiao Bailang, idle and dependent on Zhang Xiaojiao for food, clothing, and other necessities, was somewhat afraid of her. Zhang Xiaojiao constantly cursed him, saying that a man only knew how to loaf around and be idle, unable to earn money to support his family, instead letting his wife seduce men and support him. She threatened that if Xiao Bailang couldn't find a way out, he would definitely break up with her and have an affair with someone else.

Xiao Bailang had been alone for over twenty years before finally meeting this woman. Although older, with her plump figure, skill in bed, and bound feet, in the eyes of the young white wolf, she was a living goddess, a treasure, once the lights were out at night. She was well-fed and clothed, and cared for. Once divorced, where could he, a prodigal son, find such a comfortable haven? So he sighed and forced himself to stay awake. Today, joking and drinking with his brothers, he forgot many things. After becoming drunk, he had a dream. He dreamt that he and Zhang Xiaojiao had separated, and he was still wandering the streets, untouchable by anyone. Only at night, his desire was unbearable, and he sought out several women, none of whom could compare to Zhang Xiaojiao's charms. Just as he was feeling frustrated, he bumped into the young man from before. Overjoyed, he pushed him aside and made love to his rear. In the midst of pleasure, he suddenly felt a biting sensation in his genitals, and woke up in a cold sweat.

Just then, Hu Er exposed his secret, causing him to sigh deeply and pour out his heart, asking his brothers for a solution.

Liu Hu said, "This is not difficult. Let me lead all the brothers forward and forcibly destroy that brothel. The girl will even be taken back for you. Wouldn't that be wonderful?"

Hu Er said, "Brother, that's not a good idea. What if someone else opens another one? Wouldn't that be troublesome again? Are we really going to forcibly destroy each one?"

Liu Hu said, "We brothers say no brothels, and that's it. Who dares to mess with us?"

Zhao San said, "I have something to say, but what do you think?"

Liu Hu said, "Just say it."

This Zhao San, nicknamed Porcelain Rooster, was notoriously stingy, never giving away a penny, and always looking for money. Hearing that Zhao San was about to speak, Little White Wolf guessed he had something to say and quickly interjected, "Third Brother, speak quickly, don't hesitate and make me anxious."

Zhao San then said slowly and deliberately, "These days, people don't like to go to brothels anymore. Brothels are cheap, and you can look around and choose for free. You can even see the height, length, fatness, blackness, whiteness, and cleanliness of the fur. Who wouldn't like to look? Once they see it, they'll want to go. In my opinion, even if we shut down that one, Seventh Brother's place won't gain any more customers. Sister-in-law Zhang is skilled, so why don't we rent a room and open one too? He sells for seven coins, we sell for six. With more customers, we'll naturally make money. What do you think, Seventh Brother?"

After Zhao San finished speaking, everyone applauded and cheered. Little White Wolf said, "This plan is good, but several girls have been taken away, and we're short of men. Are we really going to let Zhang Xiaojiao, with her eyes bare, seduce someone? Besides, she might not even be willing to be naked for everyone to see."

Zhao San said, "I haven't finished speaking yet. What are you busy with? Although my name is Porcelain Rooster, I don't have a proper job; I make a living by groping. Sometimes when I'm short of money, I often go to those beggars' quarters in the west to find lodging. I've had this idea for a while now, and I've already set my sights on a few people."

Little White Wolf hurriedly asked, "Who are they?"

Zhao San said, "The first one is from this city, he's the head beggar." The wife of the scoundrel was only twenty-three or twenty-four years old. She used to come from a well-off family, but her husband's idleness squandered their fortune, leaving them to beg for a living. This scoundrel, even as a beggar, didn't learn his lesson; he spent all the money he begged on brothels. Recently, he'd taken a fancy to a girl and completely neglected the household. He said he'd sell his wife to anyone who would give him three hundred strings of cash. That's one.

Little White Wolf shook his head, saying, "No, no. Zhang Xiaojiao won't take a single penny; she probably won't agree to three hundred strings."

Zhao San said, "Then let's drop this one. The second one is a mother and her two children."

Liu Hu said, "That's quite a lot."

Zhao San said, "This mother and her two children are surnamed Yang, from Shandong. They came to Beijing as refugees. Unfortunately, their husbands died, leaving behind a thirty-two-year-old wife. They have a daughter named Xiao Hao, who is eleven years old, and a baby boy in their arms, still breastfeeding. These three are destitute, without relatives or friends, begging everywhere, and don't even know which way is which. If I were to talk to her, she would definitely object. If she doesn't, we'd all go and give her a scare. She'll be sure to submit and come into my cage."

Little White Wolf asked, "And the third one?"

Zhao San said, "The third one is named Liu Yuhuan, who is..." She was about eighteen or nineteen years old, the daughter of an old scholar from Nangong. This old scholar had been unsuccessful all his life, failing the imperial examinations. He brought his family to the capital to study, hoping to gain fame and fortune. Unexpectedly, he overworked himself and died of illness. Only the girl remained, reduced to begging for a living. However, her father had taught her the classics when he was alive. If we were to ask her, she would definitely refuse. It would be better if we brothers kidnapped her and dragged her into this mess. By then, the deed would be done, and she would have no choice.”

Little White Wolf said, “Alright. Then please, Brother Zhao, find a way to recruit these people.”

Zhao San said, “What about me?” This sentence made everyone burst into laughter. Hu Er said, “Brother Zhao, are you going to sell your share in there too?”

Zhao San said, “No, no. I have no proper job. If I can do this for Brother Yu Qi, I’ll keep watch for him. In the end, I’ll get a few coins to spend, saving me the trouble of stealing.”

Everyone applauded and cheered. It is truly said:

A villain's vicious scheme plots against an orphaned girl; the pitiful, weak child suffers endless torment.

The four brothers had finalized their plan. Little White Wolf returned home to discuss it with Zhang Xiaojiao. The two were of one mind and overjoyed. They slept soundly through the night, and of course, engaged in passionate lovemaking. The rest of the night was left unsaid.

The next day, Zhao San, leading Flying Leopard Liu Hu, Living Impermanence Hu Er, Wu Laizi the Ghost, Little White Wolf Yu Deshan, and Death-Catching Ghost Cui Si—a total of six men—abducted Yang and her two daughters to Zhang Xiaojiao's house. The six brothers, through a combination of intimidation and threats, terrified the mother and daughters, making them completely submissive and obedient. Zhang Xiaojiao carefully examined Yang, noting her

dark, round face, peach-

like eyes, and slender, willow-like figure.

Although past her prime, she still possessed a charming allure.

She was originally a peasant woman, but had come to the capital to suffer.

Looking at Yang's daughter, Xiao Hao, she saw that

she was short and had a sallow complexion.

A tuft of yellow hair hadn't yet covered his forehead, and his thin frame was too frail to bear the weight of his clothes.

His belly resembled a withered willow branch lying on the ground, and his limbs were like slivers of firewood.

However, he was fortunate to have delicate features, still capable of welcoming the new year;

more importantly, he was young and small, with plenty of time to earn money.

After examining him, Zhang Xiaojiao asked, "How old are you this year?"

The little boy was too frightened to speak, stammering, "Eleven."

Zhang Xiaojiao said, "That's good, still bearable. But you look like you're nine." Just then, the baby in Yang's arms cried loudly. Yang unhooked her breast to nurse, and Zhang Xiaojiao looked at the nipple:

large and round, like a purple grape on a steamed bun;

dark flesh and delicate skin, sweet milk welling up inside.

It was food for children, a plaything for men.

After looking at it, Zhang Xiaojiao ordered everyone to take off their clothes. Yang, caught between coercion and fear, had no choice but to take off her upper garment first, revealing her delicate, dark flesh. Flying Leopard Liu Hu casually grabbed her and kissed her sweetheart. Porcelain Rooster Zhao San also pulled Xiao Hao over, chuckling and stroking her. In no time, they had stripped Xiao Hao naked. Porcelain Rooster pressed Xiao Hao down, lifted her legs, and thrust his jade pestle straight into her vagina. Xiao Hao cried out involuntarily.

Yang Shi panicked and tumbled out of Liu Hu's arms, kneeling on the ground and kowtowing repeatedly, her two plump breasts trembling wildly. Yang Shi said, "Please, gentlemen, make amends. This child is too young to take it. It's not too late for him to serve you in a few years."

Zhao San said, "Grandpa is in a good mood. What are you doing?" Zhang Xiaojiao was already completely naked, her fleshy body pressing down on Little White Wolf, both of them panting heavily.

Zhang Xiaojiao said, "Brother Zhao San, please spare this little Hao for now. Won't you finish later?" Only then did Zhao San stop. Xiao Hao had just escaped when Liu Hu, Zhao San, and Hu Er raped Yang Shi all night.

The next day, after washing and dressing, they went to rob Liu Yuhuan. That evening, anticipating that Liu Yuhuan would finish begging and return home, the two men suddenly appeared on the side of the road. One held her mouth shut, the other tied her up with rope, wrapped her in a quilt, and pretended to be taking a sick person to Zhang Xiaojiao's house. They released Liu and explained what had happened. Liu cried and cursed, refusing to submit. This

aroused Zhang Xiaojiao, who ordered Xiao Bailang to tie Liu up and tear off her pants. She grabbed a small broom handle and shoved it into her vagina. Blood flowed freely, and her embroidery was torn. Liu Yuhuan turned blue with pain, crying out repeatedly. Poor Liu Yuhuan, a virgin, lost her virginity in this way. It was truly a case of: "

A broom piercing a peach blossom, what good is chastity then?" Seeing

that Liu Yuhuan's needlework was ruined, Zhang Xiaojiao called to Zhao San, "Try something new, it won't be in vain that you planned this all this way."

Zhao San did as she said and pinned Liu down. Soon after, Zhao San ejaculated inside her.

Then Liu Hu came up and did the same. Zhang Xiaojiao said, "Now that your virginity is ruined, do you have anything to say?" Liu Yuhuan just closed her eyes and wept, remaining silent. It was truly a pity:

Her virginity was ruined, she could only drift with the current.

To know whether Liu Yuhuan responded or not, please read the next chapter.

Chapter Six: Wu Laizi Cleverly Tricks the Charming Old Woman into Torturing the Jade Maiden at Night. The

poem reads:

The mule cart sped past as darkness fell, Tricking the beautiful girl to sell for money.

The scenery in the fiery pit was truly beautiful, Testing the whip amidst the evening clouds.

Now, seeing that the three men were all under her control, Zhang Xiaojiao rented a mud house in the alley, without repairing it, only chiseling three small holes in the wall and spreading dry grass on the ground. They named Yang "Sao Jie" (meaning "Sexy Sister") and nicknamed her "Guo" (meaning "Pouring Soil"), and Liu Yuhuan "Se Jie" (meaning "Colorful Sister"), and so on. They were washed clean, given bound feet and sleeping shoes, and their faces were covered in white clay powder and adorned with two patches of red rouge. Each was first given fifty lashes with a whip as a form of intimidation, and then sent to the brothel to perform the menial task of rubbing skin and flesh. Zhao San was in charge of guarding the door, keeping watch, and washing their faces and combing their hair. When the night grew deep and quiet, Zhao San would go inside to sleep, adding a copper lock to the door.

Little White Wolf and Zhang Xiaojiao would occasionally keep watch at night, fearing they would escape. Zhao San also had someone write a pair of red paper couplets, which he

pasted on the door as a celebration of their new business. But that's another story. Now, let's talk about Little White Wolf and Zhang Xiaojiao. Their business was booming, and the two were overjoyed. Moreover, they watched live erotic performances every day, and couldn't remain unmoved. When they got excited watching, they would return inside. The curtains were hung. They were heading to the Wushan Terrace. Indeed:

Greed and lust are not those of a gentleman; Seeing profit and forgetting righteousness is the act of a petty person.

But let's get back to the story. Hu Er picked up Miss Guizhen from outside the front gate, the wheels turning, heading towards Zhang Xiaojiao's house. Wu Laizi, seeing the carriage hadn't gone far, ran ahead and lightly leaped onto the carriage shaft. Wu Laizi and Hu Er exchanged secret gestures and glances along the way. Hu Er understood, and immediately spurred the carriage on, the wheels rumbling. Before long, they arrived at the entrance of the alley to Zhang Xiaojiao's house.

It was already dusk. Hu Er jumped down first, went into the alley, and saw the door tightly closed and the windows curtained, assuming the two men were inside.

He quickly knocked twice on the door. Zhang Xiaojiao, panting heavily, asked, "Who is it?"

Hu Er replied, "It's me." Zhang

Xiaojiao said, "Even if it's you, you'll have to wait a while."

Hu Er said, "Open the door quickly! A distinguished guest has arrived."

Zhang Xiaojiao cursed, "What a scoundrel! Damn it, you're deliberately causing trouble!"

Hu Er said, "No, I'm here to deliver your goods. Wu Laizi just asked me to drag a woman over, saying she's some kind of young lady. Come and see, she's beautiful."

Zhang Xiaojiao said, "Okay, I'm coming." Then they heard the sound of clothes being shaken inside. A moment later, the door creaked open, and Zhang Xiaojiao, her hair flying like a tattered hat, held up her trousers with both hands. Her clothes were not fully covering her, and she wore a bright red bodice underneath, her two plump breasts hanging precariously on either side. The little white wolf lay naked on the kang, his penis erect. Yang Xiaohao stood on the ground, obediently motionless.

As soon as Zhang Xiaojiao opened the door, she asked, "Where is that woman?"

Hu Er pointed outside and said, "Inside the carriage at the alley entrance. You should straighten your clothes and lure her in, then deal with her."

Zhang Xiaojiao immediately straightened her clothes and said to the little white wolf, "Look at you, what kind of state are you in? Get up and get dressed!"

The little white wolf, having been scolded, hurriedly got up and dressed.

Zhang Xiaojiao followed Hu Er to the alley entrance, where she saw Wu Laizi sitting on the back of the carriage, waving him to keep quiet. Wu Laizi lightly jumped off the carriage and whispered to Zhang Xiaojiao, "This is the young lady I used to serve in Lord Li's household."

Zhang Xiaojiao said, "Since she's Lord Li's daughter, how dare you trick her into coming here? If this gets out, the consequences will be dire."

Wu Laizi said, "You don't know, Lord Li offended Eunuch Wei in the court and has been imprisoned and sentenced to death. His wife has also committed suicide, leaving only the young lady. She has no relatives or friends in the capital, and she's exceptionally beautiful. If I manage to seduce her, I'm sure I can make a good deal."

Zhang Xiaojiao said, "Let me take a look."

Wu Laizi said, "Then, how about I get a share of the profits?"

Zhang Xiaojiao said, "How about I give you a third of it?" Wu Laizi nodded and tiptoed into the alley.

Hu Er lifted the carriage curtain and said, "We've arrived. Please get out, Miss." The young lady had been resting in the carriage for a while, feeling pain all over her body, as if her bones were broken. A pampered girl from a secluded family, she couldn't withstand much hardship, so she was exhausted and drowsy. Startled by Hu Er's call, she struggled to get out of the carriage and looked up. There stood a woman in front of her. She had:

fierce eyebrows and piercing eyes, a wide mouth and thick lips.

Her face was like a large basin, and her body like a fat elephant.

Her eyes, like copper bells, were constantly flashing flirtatious glances. Her hair

was a mess of white, with wild grass growing on it.

Her face was covered in grease and grime, only her bound feet were neatly tied.

The young lady hesitated when she saw the woman's disheveled appearance. The woman, however, was cunning and had already seen through her young lady's thoughts. Busy, she smiled obsequiously, "I didn't know you were coming, Miss. I'm so sorry for not welcoming you sooner."

The young lady said, "Don't mention it. I'm sorry to have troubled you."

Zhang Xiaojiao said, "Miss, you must be exhausted after traveling all day. Unfortunately, my home is humble. Would you mind going inside to rest?"

The young lady said, "I was just looking for shelter, but I'm feeling uneasy." She then followed Zhang Xiaojiao into the alley. Inside the alley, she saw

broken tiles and bricks, thatched huts and shacks.

The alley was narrow, just enough for one person to walk through.

The small thatched door was so small that it would collapse at the slightest touch.

The ground was covered with wet and dry mud, and the earthen walls were riddled with holes.

A dim lamp hung there, and many dirty-nosed people in tattered trousers went in and out

, crowding around the holes like flies to mud.

The young lady thought, "I can't see through these dilapidated houses, but quite a few people live here." She also saw that the earthen walls on both sides were full of holes, and many vulgar people were peering through them. Puzzled and bewildered, yet unable to speak of it, she found herself unknowingly following Zhang Xiaojiao into the house. Little White Wolf and Wu Laizi had already slipped out, leaving only Xiao Hao standing inside.

Zhang Xiaojiao led the young lady to sit on the kang (heated brick bed) and pointed at Xiao Hao, saying, "Xiao Hao, come and greet the young lady." Xiao Hao tremblingly performed a deep bow. The young lady, thinking she was Zhang Xiaojiao's daughter, returned the bow. Zhang Xiaojiao took out cornbread and noodles for the young lady to eat. The young lady took a bite, finding it rough and difficult to swallow, but having been hungry all day, she had no choice but to eat. Under the lamplight, Zhang Xiaojiao carefully examined the young lady; she was truly an unparalleled beauty, unmatched in the world. How so!

Her lips were red without rouge, her skin white without powder. Her hair

was like black clouds flowing to the ground, her face like a lotus emerging from water.

She possessed a beauty that could make fish sink and geese fall from the sky, a face that could shame the moon and flowers.

Her waist was graceful, her demeanor elegant.

Truly worthy of the refined bearing of a noble lady.

Even the bamboo of Nanshan could not describe a fraction of her beauty.

Seeing the young lady's beauty, Zhang Xiaojiao was overjoyed, thinking, "Such a rare beauty, unparalleled in the world, why send her to my brothel to make money? If I keep her and wait for a high price, and a prince, minister, or wealthy young master takes a liking to her, I can buy her as a concubine. I could easily earn thousands upon thousands of taels of silver, enough to last a lifetime."

Thinking this, Zhang Xiaojiao dared not be negligent and hurriedly said, "Miss, you must be tired. Please condescend to rest on this rickety kang for a while."

The young lady said, "I was so tired just now that I forgot to ask your name. Please forgive me."

Zhang Xiaojiao said, "My wife's surname is Yu, and my maiden name is Zhang. Because I was born with small feet, everyone calls me Zhang Xiaojiao (Small Feet Zhang)."

Having said this, she held up her perfectly formed little golden lotus feet for the young lady to see.

The young lady was startled, thinking to herself, "How can this woman be so undignified?" She then asked, "Are you related to Wu Laizi?"

Zhang Xiaojiao replied, "He and my husband are sworn brothers, and they get along like family. Hu Er, the driver, has already told me about your condition, Miss. I think the dead cannot be brought back to life, so please take good care of yourself."

The young lady said, "Thank you for your kind words."

Xiaojiao continued, "How old are you this year, Miss?"

The young lady replied, "I've already passed sixteen."

Xiaojiao said, "Didn't your husband and wife arrange a marriage for you when they were alive?"

Upon hearing this, the young lady blushed deeply and whispered, "Not yet."

Zhang Xiaojiao said, "Now that you're sixteen, you must have started menstruating. Have you ever thought about men?" The young lady blushed even more, lowered her head, and remained silent, inwardly furious at this shameless woman.

The woman with bound feet continued, “Miss, don’t be shy. What can’t we women say? Life is nothing more than lust. Everyone marries a man, and if we’re happy, we can sleep with three or four. If that’s not enough, we can go to a brothel and have sex with him twenty or thirty times a day. That’s real pleasure!”

The young lady, upon hearing this, was furious. She thought to herself, “This woman is utterly insulting me!” Her

face flushed red with anger. Her heart burned with rage.

The young lady, enraged by Zhang Xiaojiao’s filthy words, was about to lash out when she reconsidered, “I’m living under someone else’s roof now, why be so hasty? This woman is probably a boorish person, ignorant of manners. I am a lady of high birth, how can I stoop to her level?” Thinking this, her anger subsided. She ignored Zhang Xiaojiao’s nonsense, letting it go in one ear and out the other, bowing her head in refusal.

All sweet words were like a gentle breeze in her ear.

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