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Chapter 27 The Little Yellow Ballroom

The entire harbor is actually connected to Yanggong Town, with all kinds of commercial and entertainment facilities, completely like a bustling county town. Especially in the evening, the nightlife of the Song Dynasty opened is also fully reflected here.

Although the sun has not set yet, a large number of restaurants, restaurants, inns, tiles and brothels have all started to hang lanterns. The waiter and some young women wearing thin gauze skirts stand at the door of the store to greet customers. The sounds one after another seemingly lively.

"This Sihai Restaurant is also the Lu family's industry!"

Passing by a two-story restaurant, Ermazi pointed at the restaurant and told Zhao Qi.

"These people only have a few or even dozens of stakes in a meal. I don't know when we will have the money to go in and have a meal!" Smelling the aroma of the food and the smell of wine that floated out of the restaurant, Ermao and his friends all raised their mouths with their Adam's apples.

"I don't want to go in for a drink, I just want to touch the young lady's butt!" A guy looked at the enchanting figure of a woman on the second floor and swallowed his saliva.

"Forget it, you have to dare to touch it, I'll give you a usual amount of money!" Ermazi rolled her eyes.

"Hehe, I'll just talk. The young lady is white, tender, tender, big butt. The second young master will definitely enjoy it when touching and playing every day!" The guy who spoke shrank his neck and smiled dryly.

"A beautiful woman is just touching her casually when she is rich. What a pity. Men don't have money. Let's stop talking. If you say too much, the chicken will hurt!" Ermazi hugged Zhao Qi's shoulder and walked forward.

A group of people soon came to the front of a railing, and there were several big and thick black-faced men standing in front of the door who were buying tickets.

"Hey, Ermazi is here again?" A black-faced man greeted with a smile.

"That's it!" Ermazi smiled and took out a 200-yuan cash coupon, handed it over to Ermao and the others, "I'll give it to Brother Qi, and you guys buy it yourself!"

So Ermao and others paid for their own money to buy tickets, and then a group of people walked into the door with their arms around their backs.

Entering the door is a hall, with dozens of benches densely packed with a wooden stage, about twenty square meters in front of it. At this time, several women wearing gauze skirts were singing on the stage, and the sound of ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding gongs and drums came from behind the stage.

Most of the people sitting under the stage were worn-out men, young and old, and they were almost full of them. The air was filled with a smell of sweat. At first glance, these audiences were like Ermazi and others, who were all varieties that made money by selling coolies at the dock.

There were more than ten lanterns of all sizes hanging on the stage, which made the stage very brightly. A group of women who were dancing and singing were also very hard to perform. Under the thin and clear gauze skirt, the snow-white thighs and jade buttocks were faintly visible. These women would occasionally make some enchanting temptations to caress their chests, and seduce a group of migrant workers in the audience making waves of howling sounds. Ermazi and others were drooling and making loud noises.

Damn, this is not an acting scene, it is clearly a small yellow dance hall.

Zhao Qi was squeezed on a bench by several people. After watching it for a few minutes, he felt a little overwhelmed. This level of performance really made him unable to get interested. The main reason was that he was so tired today that he felt his body hurt when he sat down.

Amid the vulgar laughter of the ghost wolf howls from time to time, Zhao Qi gritted his teeth and watched for twenty minutes, and could not stand the noise and smell of farts and sweat in the dance hall. He said to Ermazi and others in advance and then retreated.

At this time, the sun has set, and the sunset is shining, and the sea is vast and twilight and can’t be seen clearly.

The sound of lights and wine and singing on the dock on the shore comes from all over the place. Many of the ships docked in the harbor are also brightly lit, and you can vaguely see the sound of singing, dancing and orchestral silk and bamboo on the deck.

In the evening, the entire harbor changed the busyness and hustle and bustle of the day and was immersed in a sing and dancing to peace.

The singing and dancing here brings peace and prosperity, and everyone is immersed in it without knowing it.

And this was also the last glorious year of the Song Dynasty.

According to time calculations, if no one could change history, the Song Dynasty would completely collapse in more than ten years.

After thousands of years of wind and prosperity, the Central Plains Empire will completely fall into the hands of the barbaric grassland people for the first time, and will be in an orthodox position, affecting the entire East Asia Han culture, and will suffer an unprecedented destruction and blow.

Research by later historical scholars pointed out that there were two major turning points in the feudal era in China.

Once, the Qin Dynasty unified the six countries, creating the beginning of China's great unification.

The second time was the Song Dynasty, which created the dawn of modern civilization and was known as the Renaissance of China.

But the Song Dynasty was eventually destroyed, and China did not complete the transformation of modern civilization, and instead embarked on a more feudal and closed road.

In the Yuan Dynasty, the Mongols were influenced by the Song Dynasty. Even though their rule was simple and barbaric, they actually insisted on developing commerce and overseas trade, and the structure of the court roughly inherited the system of the Song Dynasty.

However, in the Ming Dynasty, it took a sharp turn, banning the sea and suppressing commerce, and the prospering of Neo-Confucianism flourished. The strict household registration system was re-enacted to tie farmers to the land. Commerce suffered heavy blows, industry, agriculture, culture and art were all regressed, and technology stagnated.

It is precisely this era when the West began to rise strongly, the Age of Discovery began, and industrial civilization emerged. As one rose and the other fell, China, which has always been ahead of the world, began to lag behind.

Although the Song Dynasty always gave people the impression that it was weak and could not be bullied.

The Ming Empire, which drove away the Mongol Yuan to restore the Han family, gave people an extremely strong and domineering spirit.

However, in terms of people's livelihood and rule of the country, many historians gave completely opposite evaluations of these two dynasties.

The Song Dynasty was not weak, and the Ming Dynasty was not strong.

Zhao Qi is not a historian and has not studied it in depth, so he has a very shallow understanding of this theory.

But the civilization and glory of the Song Dynasty was a merit that no one could erase.

However, since the Song Dynasty moved south, the treacherous ministers were corrupt and finally destroyed under the iron hooves of the Mongols. It was indeed an indelible scar, and the trauma was difficult to recover for hundreds of years.

Walking slowly along the coast and the pier, Zhao Qi's new tides were difficult to calm down.

Only when you put yourself in your shoes and live in this era can you truly see what he really looks like.

Only the people of the Song Dynasty themselves know the best whether it is good or bad.

"Crash~" While walking, Zhao Qi kicked over a stone.

I almost staggered and fell to bite the dog.

However, after Zhao Qi stabilized his body, he couldn't help but exclaim, and the stone that almost tripped him flashed a faint light under the dark night.

Zhao Qi picked up the fist-sized stone with confusion and looked closer. He found that it felt a crystal clear feeling. After a moment of dazed, Zhao Qi wiped the soil on the stone with his sleeves, then strode to the side of the road and watched carefully with the lanterns of the shop. He soon showed a surprise smile on his face.

If you read it correctly, this is another crystal stone, which still contains a lot of impurities and is not very transparent, but it should be a crystal.

Zhao Qi looked around and finally looked at the door of a nearby shop.

On a black plaque, several golden characters from Wu's jewelry can be seen faintly.

Among the messy ruts in front of the jewelry door, there seemed to be a few stones, vaguely shining with light.

Excited, Zhao Qi picked up a piece of soil again and wiped it clean. Sure enough, another piece of crystal stone containing impurities.

It seems that Xiaozhu is right. Because these crystals are not of high quality, they are randomly discarded on the dock by the jewelry store.

However, for Zhao Qi, it doesn’t matter whether the crystal is good or not. This thing is not a problem to use for tinted glass.

It would be fine if I didn't meet it, but since I met it, Zhao Qi was also very happy to search nearby. He completely forgot that he had moved bricks for a day and had back pain and leg cramps. He also completely forgot about hunger and fatigue. In half an hour, he found thirty or forty yuan, a large pile of which was dozens of kilograms.

However, after searching the neighborhood, Zhao Qi stopped and was stunned.
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