Su Jiaoniang followed, and saw Futu and Chang Dali entering the brothel led by a man.

Although she knew in her heart that brothels were places where business was conducted at night.

Futu was too young to do certain things, but when she saw a brothel, she couldn't help but want to go in and crack down on prostitution; her profession in her previous life was too distinctive.

Su Jiaoniang tried to go in, but was stopped by the madam.

“Hey young lady, this is a place for men. You can’t come in. If you have any ideas, you can go to the Yicui Pavilion next door. All the male prostitutes there are good-looking. Their waists and butts are like little black drums. It’s really fun to bump into them. I’m familiar with the manager there. If you want to go, with your looks, the young men there will probably fight over who will serve you.”

"..." The lewd joke came out of nowhere.

Su Jiaoniang turned around and glanced back.

Red lanterns hung on the brothel side, while green lanterns hung on the male prostitutes over there.

A little rabbit dressed as a young master stood in the attic, glancing downstairs...

Su Jiaoniang withdrew her gaze.

Although the person upstairs is decent-looking, who knows how many people have used that cucumber? What if it's poisonous? There's no Okamoto Durex in this world, and no HPV vaccine. If you get a sexually transmitted disease, your life is over.

Even if she has adult needs.

They won't indulge themselves recklessly.

Think about your physical health, and think about those fastidious thoughts you have.

“I just saw a child go in. You don’t mean you’ve started human trafficking here, do you?” Su Jiaoniang asked.

The madam chuckled, covering her mouth with a handkerchief. The thick powder on her face fell off with her laughter, like snow falling in winter.

Su Jiaoniang took a step back, highly skeptical of the foundation from this era; the quality was far too poor.

Whether it's the brothel madams I see now or the matchmakers I've seen in the past, anyone who's used to applying powder to their face uses pretty poor quality powder.

Su Jiaoniang suddenly found a way to get rich.

If she makes delicate powder, she can sell it to the girls in brothels.

Will there be a shop in a county town soon?

But... how exactly is traditional handmade foundation made? Su Jiaoniang fell into deep thought.

As a criminal police officer, she had only used high-end skincare products but never made them, and she had never even gotten involved in simple handicrafts. She really didn't understand how to make money from them!

She remembered reading novels where Li Xu was the female protagonist, and the female protagonist was practically omnipotent.

But she wasn't omnipotent.

Su Jiaoniang felt that she was probably a failure in the world of transmigrators.

She sighed softly, stared at the powder-covered face in front of her, and left with a look of disappointment.

The madam reached out and touched her face. Being stared at by another woman, and a very beautiful one at that, was an experience she had never had before in her life.

Especially those shiny ones, as if discovering some priceless treasure, the Pearl of the East China Sea, only to be immediately disappointed, realizing that the so-called pearl is nothing more than a lump of dough.

They knew that Lu Futu, at his age, couldn't do much even if he entered a brothel.

Su Jiaoniang returned to the village.

She went straight to Master Li's private school.

A few scattered children inside were reciting the Thousand Character Classic, swaying their heads as they followed the old teacher.

Su Jiaoniang stood outside and glanced at Lu Futu's seat; it was indeed empty.

She patiently waited for Mr. Li to finish his get out of class. When he came out, Su Jiaoniang stopped him with a smile: "It's my son Futu's first day of school. I was a little worried, so I came along to check on him!"

Master Li shook his head: "I am of limited knowledge and talent, and I am afraid that I may be delaying the young master. Madam Su, you should find another renowned teacher!"

Su Jiaoniang couldn't tell whether it was sarcasm or irony for a moment.

Master Li led Su Jiaoniang to his study and pointed to the things on the desk: "At such a young age, she can already compose poetry. Such a talented person is only wasting his time studying and writing here day after day, which is only misleading himself and others."

Su Jiaoniang stared at the papers that Master Li had spread out.

Looking at the poem by Li Bai written in very neat and well-defined handwriting, one can see that the poem is written in a very regular and well-defined handwriting.

Autumn Wind Lyrics

The autumn wind is clear, the autumn moon is bright.

Fallen leaves gather and scatter, crows perch and are startled again.

When will we meet again, my love? This night, I am overwhelmed with longing!

Enter the gate of my longing, and you will know the bitterness of my longing.

Longing for you is endless, yet my thoughts of you are boundless; though my longing is fleeting, it is boundless.

If I had known it would cause such heartache, I would have preferred never to have met you.

Su Jiaoniang knew the origin of this poem better than anyone else. Back then, in order to create a persona of deep affection in front of Zhang Sanzhu, she accidentally brought out the great poem by Li Bai.

Zhang Sanzhu memorized it.

Finally, he memorized the Buddha statue.

Now, this poem has become something that little Buddhist monks use to fool people.

At such a young age... Su Jiaoniang felt a toothache.

What do you do when your child doesn't want to study? Of course, go pick up trash, wear the most tattered clothes on the hottest days, and let your child experience the hardships of poverty.

"So, you're not going to teach him anymore?" Su Jiaoniang asked.

She originally thought that Master Li was a very pedantic person, but now, after seeing a poem, she has instantly changed her mind.

Such a person left her speechless for a moment.

Mr. Li shook his head and continued reciting the poem about the autumn wind.

"The autumn wind is crisp..."

"What a fine poem! A masterpiece for all time! Young master, your talent is enough to be sung for a thousand years. With such poetry, I, an old man, am truly incapable of teaching you..."

“This was written to me by my husband who died young. The child is too young to understand, please guide him.” Su Jiaoniang took a deep breath.

Anyone can lie!

Master Li paused, staring at the poem, reading it over and over again, reciting it, experiencing it, savoring it: 'Longing for you, longing for you, though short, my longing is boundless! Longing for you, longing for you, though short, my longing is boundless!'

"Yes, yes, such poetry cannot be understood without some unforgettable experiences."

"The child lied, he actually lied..." Master Li was shocked, but then he felt relieved.

Children lie all the time, so don't worry too much. A good spanking will teach them a lesson. This kid!

"Please trouble you, Madam Su, to send the man over tomorrow. I will certainly correct his bad habits," Old Master Li said fiercely.

Su Jiaoniang was satisfied with what the old teacher said. Old people are the most stubborn. Since the old teacher had agreed, he would definitely pay more attention to the little guy in the future, especially since he already had a history of lying here. It seemed that the child would have to think twice before saying anything in the future.

Su Jiaoniang returned home with a smile.

Seeing Gu Xizhou picking chili peppers in the vegetable patch in the courtyard, she said, "Your Highness, you also have a hobby of farming?"

"Just bored." Lu Wujiu handed the basket filled with red chili peppers to Su Jiaoniang.

My gaze fell on the hand that reached out to take the basket. It was a hand that had been used to doing a lot of work. Even though it was in good shape, the thumb and forefinger were rough and the palms had calluses. It was a testament to the years and hard work that had left its mark.

An unintentional touch, the warmth sent a shiver through Lu Wujiu's heart.