Traveling back to ancient times: the training plan for strict wife control

Chapter 13

Huh?Ruin the atmosphere?It seems that this kind of words are not suitable for brothels, right?If it's a woman from a good family, it's fine to talk about it, this woman is obviously Hua Die'er, Hua Man Lou's number one.

Qingqing leaned over, looked at her with a half-smile, and said:

"Ganqing is sister Huadie. If our brothel doesn't ruin the atmosphere, won't we all be good? Then what do we need?"

Hua Die'er is wearing a bright red dress with golden butterflies embroidered on the skirt.

Hua Die'er frowned when she heard this, and stared at Qingqing:

"Hua Su, my name is Hua Die'er, not Hua Die!"

"One meaning, same drop, same drop!" Qingqing didn't bother to get angry with her, she just wanted to earn enough 10 taels quickly, and get back the contract of sale, she was just wondering, what kind of law is being talked about in this era, He is not related to Han Dashan, but the contract of sale that he sold himself to sign is still valid!
Hua Die'er looked angry, but she was always proud of herself and disdained to be with others, she felt that it was too shameful to care about Hua Su, so she turned around and went back upstairs.

She wants to see what a new Huasu can do to the brothel!But Mother Hua actually let her make trouble!

Qingqing made a grimace towards Hua Die'er's back, she found that her body was younger, and her whole body also became younger, probably because she had reached a place that no one knew, she could finally let go of her body and mind, and live as she wanted day is over.

It's a pity that I can neither become a queen or a princess, aloof and domineering; nor can I become a chivalrous woman in the green forest, walking around the rivers and lakes with a sword, happy and enmity; it seems that I can only earn more money, maybe become the number one rich woman in Dahao Come out, and live a life of spending money like water is just as happy!
"Mother Hua, help me hire a painter." Qingqing said.

"Su'er, what do you want the painter to do?" Mama Hua asked in confusion.

"Draw me a portrait, and then hang it at the door, uh, I need to draw a few more and post it in the bustling downtown area, preferably where the rich live!" When Qingqing had this idea, she was already ready It's easy to be scolded by all the good women in the city.

But, Qingqing didn't intend to rob their husbands, she just set her sights on their husband's wallet, and we're doing art but not ourselves.

(End of this chapter)