Caifeng and the coachman had the same expression, with their mouths slightly opened and their eyes slowly blinked. After a while, they frowned slightly. After thinking for a while, they moved to the side and made room for Ah Fa.

Afa sat in the car with peace of mind, leaning against the wall of the car, his head drooped, his eyes closed slightly, and his hands hugged his arms, looking lazy.

Caifeng raised her hand, the rickshaw started, and drove forward along the road. This tolerance was not because Caifeng was weak, but because curiosity prevailed. The scene in the brothel just now made her feel a little new to Ah Fa, protecting Xiao Yunzi and beating Erlajiao also made her feel a little stunned and bad boy.

After being silent for a long time, Caifeng said without saying a word: "That girl is newly bought. I heard that she is called Xiao Yunzi, but she was sold to death by her stepmother."

Oh, Ah Fa's body moved and responded casually.

"I heard that you followed Diao Wu to grab the dock and were beaten into the river." Cai Feng couldn't help but feel angry when she saw Ah Fa's reaction, and her words became harsh. "I'm alive. I just came back and went out to work hard!"

Well, Ah Fa answered in a nasal voice, paused and said, "If you don't want to, let's go back now and let Diao Wu change someone."

Caifeng was choked for a while and didn't say anything, then sneered: "It's really hard to change one's nature. Why don't you call Wu Master Wu? Didn't you keep those two words all day long?"

Ah Fa tilted his head and looked at Cai Feng, as beautiful as he was based on his new aesthetic standards, and the makeup on his face was too much, which was not good.

Caifeng was so uncomfortable that she was not willing to show weakness that she was so angry that she stared at Ah Fa.

"Are you applying powder or painting the wall, your eyelids fall down as soon as you move." Ah Fa looked very painful, shook his head gently, and looked lazy again.

Caifeng gritted her teeth and hated her so much that she couldn't. She snorted fiercely, turned her head, and stopped looking at this annoying guy.

I had nothing to say all the way, but I arrived at the hotel where I was out of the business, but I was told that the table had dispersed. It was not the kind that was dispersed normally, but I set up a wine rack, plates, and bowls all over the floor, and the people in the hotel were busy cleaning up.

Even so, the account has to be paid. The restaurant or hotel that opens the tickets to the game has a note book, which will be recorded one by one. At the end of the month, someone will go to the brothel to collect the accounts, and one by one collects seventy copper coins in one round, which is called "car and horse fees". The brothel also has a detailed account, and every time it is eliminated, it will be checked one by one to prevent the hotel or hotel from being eliminated.

This is also good. There is no need to pretend to be happy to accompany guests, drink, play, joke, sing, and perform. Caifeng breathed a sigh of relief, but when she thought of going back to Hongxiu Pavilion, she frowned again. She secretly glanced at Ah Fa and found that he looked around, but she had no intention of rushing to go back.

"I'm going to the night market." Caifeng tried hard to speak in an orderly tone, "Go there to count your fortune. After forgetting, you will know if you will be lucky."

Yes, I have never been to the night market. Ah Fa thought about it and nodded in agreement.

Sitting in the rickshaw again, the two people's bodies inevitably touched. Ah Fa was calm and Cai Feng tried hard to keep the distance, but after a while he got it.

When he arrived at the night market, Caifeng went directly to the so-called master's stall. It was a shriveled old man with sharp eyes, squatting next to a smoked oil lamp. He studied Caifeng's palms carefully, while Caifeng looked awe and anxious.

"Well, bitter first and sweet, you will get better and better in the future, and you will have a lot of money." The old man said confidently.

A smile appeared on Caifeng's face, and Afa cursed inwardly: "God, cheat money."

"Well, you will have many more children." The old man continued.

"Is it a son or a daughter? They are both healthy, aren't they?" Caifeng asked uneasy for some reason.

The old man looked at her palm carefully again, and Ah Fa curled his lips, which was completely teasing her.

“Most of them are sons.”

Caifeng was obviously relieved, and with a playful look, she insisted that Ah Fa go to draw lots and look at her palms. Ah Fa stretched out her hand with a pastime attitude.

The old man sighed and shook his head, as if Ah Fa's fate was so obscure that it was difficult to calculate. Then, his head shook, swayed over, and finally calculated the result in a hazy and confusion. It was similar to Cai Feng's, and it was also rich and full of descendants.

Afa threw down the money casually and walked away with Caifeng with a sarcastic smile. In contrast to his attitude, Caifeng felt very satisfied, with a glitter in his eyes. It's good, it's hope, and it can be regarded as giving people the courage and confidence to live. At this time, Afa thought this was not bad.

Caifeng became more excited and started a night market with Afa. In fact, there was nothing valuable in the night market, but Afa was not tired. Think about it, in the future, it might be considered a cultural relic, and some could even enter museums!

At this time, Caifeng whispered to Afa, then took a few steps, distanced himself from him, and stopped in front of a small stall with small accessories. It turned out that she knew the stall owner, chatted in Jiading dialect, and fiddled with the small items.

Ah Fa did not get too close, but wandered in front of the nearby stall, and his eyes suddenly stopped on a sheathed sword. Although the scabbard was old, it was carved with birds and beasts on it, giving people a solemn feeling.

He squatted down and reached out to touch the sword. With a "brush", the sword was suddenly caught by the stall owner and looked at him with a cold and solemn gaze.

Ah Fa was a little surprised, then he looked up and looked at the stall owner carefully. He was in his forties, his face was wrinkled, and under the dark oil lamp, his eyes were shot with fierce light.

"Isn't this sword sold?" Ah Fa asked in confusion.

"Don't sell it to the layman." The stall owner replied very simply, taking the long cloth from behind and starting to wrap the sword. It seemed that he felt uncomfortable even if he asked Ah Fa to take a look.

"Why? You seem to be waiting for money." Ah Fa frowned. He saw a little girl wrapped in torn clothes lying next to the stall owner, blinking her weak eyes at him.
Chapter completed!