Ma Hehua sighed helplessly, "Save you? What can I do to save you? You're just unlucky. If you want to cry, go cry to your mother. What can I do? I'm just an old woman."
She knelt down and gently helped Dongtian up. Looking at her tear-streaked face, she didn't add insult to injury.
“Crying won’t do you any good, woman! Especially women in this era, tears are the least useful thing. You have to stand on your own two feet! Relying on men? Relying on tears? Then you’ll only be at the mercy of others,” Ma Hehua said.
Winter bit her lip, tightly holding onto her sleeve. The pimp beside her took out his pipe and smoked a few cigarettes. He wasn't in a hurry; this deal was going to happen eventually.
(Pimp: After the Qing Dynasty, a type of prostitute who provided services specifically for women with bound feet who had difficulty getting around; essentially a human bicycle.)
It has to be said that Ma Hehua's temperament has matured a lot in the past few months. If it were before, there would be no way to reason with her. Just don't touch her, or you'll get a few slaps across the face.
"Are you done talking?" the turtle opened its mouth.
"Okay! That's all."
"Ha! Now that you've said your piece, I'll get on with it. Mother Ye gave us the money, and we still have another one to transport! Don't waste my time."
As he spoke, he grabbed Winter and dragged her away, carrying her into an unknown alley.
There are many prostitutes like this in winter, who are specifically for businessmen and men who don't want to go out and smoke opium.
Moreover, prostitutes have a much higher chance of contracting diseases, and they might even die outside.
Ma Hehua's face remained expressionless. She felt neither the pain of winter nor resentment, because she had been taught since childhood that a woman is the head of the household, and only by becoming strong could she be qualified to support the Ma family.
I'm sorry, but she couldn't empathize with the feelings of the girls in the brothel.
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