Chapter 4 Dancer

The sun shines through the leaves of the camphor tree, leaving mottled shadows on the ground.

The first five female slaves have been bought out four, and Qi Laosi has brought out a few more sales, but the freshness of the spectators has passed.

The female slave who could not be sold was also taken to the back of the stage. As soon as the curtain was lowered, the guests seemed to be indifferent and some people dispersed one after another.

Seeing that there were fewer and fewer guests below, Qi Laosi walked to the stage and said a few words.A moment later, a man wearing a headscarf walked onto the stage.

The man was fat, had two thick beards, dark skin, and a leather drum in his hand.

He sat cross-legged in a corner of the wooden platform, put the skin drum between his knees, then raised his hands, and a crisp drum sound came from under his palm.

Accompanied by the sound of drums, a slender figure flew onto the wooden platform.

The drums became more and more rapid, and she was spinning faster and faster. The flowing long skirt turned into a shadow of filament red, attracting everyone's attention, and the people who were about to leave couldn't help but stop.

The drum sound suddenly stopped, and the flying figure stopped in an instant, and the skirt saw swayed and lowered, as if a blooming lily had its petals restrained.

Her long brown hair was hidden under a long turban, and her face was covered with a light red gauze.

The veil was connected to the turban, covering the girl's forehead, covering her face, revealing only a small red mouth.

The corners of her lips were slightly raised, with a pretty smile.She was wearing a narrow bra on her upper body, and her proud breasts were wrapped in bright red silk, revealing the white and seductive cleavage in the middle.

Her long skirt was flowing and gorgeous, with a row of golden tassels hanging from the waist of her skirt.Further down there are a pair of snow-white slender feet, with flower juice dyed pink in the soles of the feet, and a string of bells on the ankles.

Her top was short, her skirt was very low, and her snow-slipping waist and white belly were completely exposed.

Between her round belly button, there was a pearl the size of a fingertip embedded.

The silver pearlescent light and snow-like skin are complemented by an extremely attractive one.

Canopy, canopy...

The man wearing a headscarf Guan Shi beats the drum.

The girl raised her arms, and with the drums, her snow-slip waist slowly twisted.

Her waist is slender and soft, her white and tender skin is as fat as snow, and her movements have a strange rhythm, which makes people fascinated.

Mei Ji's attraction is indeed extraordinary. The more guests gathered, the more applauses were heard.

The drums gradually became faster, and the twisting of the girl's waist and abdomen gradually accelerated.

She held her hands together, her naked waist was like a snow-white jade snake, trying to break through the constraints of the long skirt and she broke out.

The golden tassels fluttered on the waist, and the pearl was beating between Bai Zhe's lower abdomen, accompanied by the sound of silver bells between his ankles, full of mysterious temptation.

Cheng Zongyang saw that the bloodline was tribute.

The dance skills of this Indian girl obviously evolved from sexual intercourse. Whether it was the twisting of her buttocks or the thrusting of her waist and abdomen, they all showed a strong erotic meaning, which was more primitive, direct, and more erotic and explicit than the belly dance he had seen before.

The Indian girl was moving faster and faster. Her left waist and hips were thrusting forward, retracting backward along a smooth arc, and the right waist and hips were moving forward while swaying, and her snow-white waist and abdomen were undulating like waves. Her breasts were trembling in front of her chest with the rhythm of the dance, as if they would jump out of her bra at any time.

The long skirt with the forked front fluttered, and a pair of beautiful white legs appeared and faintly inside the skirt.

The drumming sound fell briefly, and the drummer wrapped in a headscarf handed a wine glass filled with clear water to the dancer.

The girl took the wine glass, then bent her upper body to the left, and her waist and hips to the right, bent into a graceful arc.

She put the wine glass made of white porcelain on her waist and hips, then raised her left hand to the top of her head, her right arm was horizontally under her neck, and her fingers were raised.

The drums rang again, and this time the drummer quickly hit the drum beat from the beginning.

The Indian dancer kept the curved arc of her body, accompanied by the sound of drums as if it was so rapid that it was blowing. The elastic round buttocks thrust quickly with dazzling techniques, while the porcelain cup seemed to stick to her snow-white waist and hips, without moving at all, and even the clear water inside did not splash out.

There was a burst of cheers from the audience, and even Cheng Zongyang couldn't help but stand up.

As he glanced at him, he saw the curtain behind the wooden platform blowing open in a corner by the wind, the aging female slave lies among the hay, her big white and round butt was pressed down and flattened.

The dancer smiled sweetly, then raised her chest, took off the wine glass from her waist, placed it on the half-naked snow breasts, then slightly raised her upper body, spread her arms, and gently thrust her breasts.

The wine glass stopped steadily on the girl's smooth breasts, and the pair of plump breasts trembled, emitting a bright fleshy light.

The audience around him was blocked, and Qi Laosi seized the opportunity to sell his goods, claiming that these female slaves from Dongtianzhu not only had excellent dancing skills, but were also well-behaved and meèi. They were all outstanding beauties. They even had their faces not deteriorated after 40 years, so they bought them back and made no profit.

Under the instigation of the banshee's dance, Qi Laosi successfully sold seven Indian female slaves, in exchange for nearly 500 silver coins, making a fortune.

The drums stopped.

The dancer stood up, put the wine cup beside his lips, drank it all, and then licked the corners of his lips in a delicate way.

Through the light red gauze, you can see the white jade-like luster of her face. The beautiful eyes hidden under the gauze flowed through the audience.

Suddenly, her eyes paused, stopped on someone below the stage, and a strange light flashed.

Cheng Zongyang did not pay attention to the dancer's gaze. He looked behind the wooden platform, the female slave whose tongue was cut off was kneeling in the hay, tightening the customer's clothes. The already loose big white butt was wet, and the turbid white semen kept dripping.

The drummer had already stepped off the wooden platform, but the dancer did not leave.

She raised her hands and beat gently, twisting her waist slowly and dancing to the side of the platform.

The spectators in the audience applauded together at her beat. A gorgeously dressed Jin businessman shouted: How much does this female slave cost?

Qi Laosi said: Thank you, guest, I won’t sell this.If the customer really wants to buy it, you can discuss it with our boss.Baihu Shopping Mall at the east end of the old street is my number.

The girl walked to the side of the stage, and countless hands stretched out from the stage, trying to grab her skirt saw and slender feet.

The dancer danced dexterously, and his slender feet flew lightly like white petals, agilely avoiding the capture of those lustful people.

The noise made Cheng Zongyang's eyes re-scend to the stage. The girl whirled gently, returned to the center of the wooden platform, and then turned her back to the spectators, bent her waist and feet back.

Her white waist was so soft that it seemed to have no bones, and it was easily bent into a bow.

The two breasts hang down and trembled towards the spectators.

As the breasts trembled, a touch of red gauze slid out from the white cleavage.

The maki rose up her neck, quickly bit the red gauze with her teeth, and then raised her head. The thin gauze wrapped around her breasts was like a red cloud, pulling out from her breasts.

The girl raised her head, tied the red samu, hooked it with her fingertips, and shook it gently.The girl's eyes were not seen through the veil, but the smile on the corners of her lips became stronger and stronger.

The guests in the audience were extremely excited, and they were competing to extend their arms, trying to grab the scarf with dancer's fragrant sweat!

The girl casually raised her hand and threw it away, and the red gauze flew out lightly.It was swirling in the air and was falling into Cheng Zongyang's arms.

Cheng Zongyang stood in the audience like a fool.

This is too inexplicable.

I was not very lucky. I didn’t even win the lottery before I came to this world.

However, the scarf in her hand was real, and it also contained the temperature and fragrance of the girl's body, and the smell of the fragrant sweat on her breasts were spotted.

The girl raised the corners of her lips, smiled cutely, and then left the wooden platform.When she passed by the female slave who was indifferent, her chin raised and without even looking at it, she returned to the tall tent.

The gauze wrapped in the beautiful woman's breasts was actually taken by such a beggar-like guy. Everyone around her looked hot. A few impatient people rolled up their sleeves with a bad expression, revealing their thick and powerful arms, and pinching their fingers into a quaint sound.

Of course, Cheng Zongyang did not do it in order to put on a woman's underwear and risked being beaten.But it is not that easy for someone to take away your own things.

Cheng Zongyang immediately made a choice, and he picked up the red veil and wiped it happily on his face.

Not to mention, the texture of this veil is really good, soft and smooth, with the charming scent of dancer's breasts.

But when he finished wiping his face, the red gauze completely changed - the dust along the way was all over the place.

The spectators showed a look of disappointment. This damn beggar was simply a terrifying thing!

But after wiping his face, this damn beggar was a little stunned, then he raised the red gauze and said loudly: One silver baht!Who wants it!

Looking at the stains on the red gauze, the spectators who were still watching the dantian just now immediately lost interest and shook their sleeves one by one.

Cheng Zongyang was not giving up, he lowered the price all the way, and when he finally shouted out a copper baht!

At that time, there was no one next to the platform.

Cheng Zongyang only had a good time and immediately regretted it.

When I smelled the scent of the gauze, my stomach whined inappropriately.

Cheng Zongyang can't remember how many days he hadn't eaten a decent meal. Now he is so big that he fills his stomach with the greatest amount. Whether it's frankincense or gauze, it's completely a cloud for Cheng Zongyang's empty stomach sac.

But there is another thing that is more deadly than being hungry - you have no money!

During his conversation with Wen Ze, Cheng Zongyang learned that there were three types of coins circulated in the Six Dynasties, namely copper zhu, silver zhu and gold zhu.

One thousand pieces are one-stop, and one silver zhu can be exchanged for one hundred copper zhu, and twenty silver zhu can be exchanged for one gold zhu.

The amount of gold baht is very small, and people usually trade copper baht and silver baht.

It has been more than ten days since I came to this world, and Cheng Zongyang has not received a coin belonging to this place.

Before leaving, Wang Zhe prepared some for him.

But the Yueshuang, who killed thousands of swords, took away everything and didn't even leave a copper baht for him.

In Wang Zhe's military camp, he could still eat and drink, but in this city full of merchants, he was penniless and could not even drink a sip of water.

Cheng Zongyang thought hard while walking.

Thanks to Duan Zhen, his tireless pursuit of time travel has made Cheng Zongyang, a non-time travel enthusiast, also familiar with time travel.

What Duan Qiang said most was his first pot of gold after traveling through time.

Those sages who traveled through time came to another time and space with bare hands, there is!Some people chose the cultural route and gained fame with a plagiarized poem, and people kept eating and drinking.

But Cheng Zongyang had no confidence in this.In this city filled with the smell of merchants, even if I recite a song (Pipa Xing) all by myself, I guess no one will pay attention to it.

I know a little English, but if I want to be a translator, I have to wait for the collapse of the Roman Empire; then wait for another thousand years to rise to the Anglo-Saxon; and then wait for their strong ships and guns to arrive on this continent.

Some time travelers start from the lowest level, work for others first, work as servants, writers, and finally climb to the highest level step by step.

After seeing the slave market, Cheng Zongyang was very pessimistic about his future.

What this city lacks the most is probably slaves.

In Duan Qiang's narrative, the most time travelers chose the original bargaining and got their first pot of gold in different time and space.

For example, if a lighter is replaced with a gold bar, a watch is replaced with a set of carriages and horses.

This is also the only thing Cheng Zongyang can do now.So when he saw the big word "天" on the wall, Cheng Zongyang's eyes lit up.

Cheng Zongyang held his hair, held his head and chest up, and strode into the pawn shop.Whether you can get your first fortune after traveling through time depends on this.

Ignoring the gaze of the guests in the pawnshop, Cheng Zongyang shouted: Are the shopkeepers here?

Seeing his embarrassed look, the pawnshop Chaofeng showed a hint of contempt without any conceit, and the otter said: What are you doing?

Cheng Zongyang took out an item from his backpack, this one!

Cheng Zongyang only had three items with him, including condoms and massage sticks. He really couldn't make any moves, let alone those found from Duan Qiang.

Apart from these, all he had left was those two sets of sexy underwear.

In order to facilitate portability, Cheng Zongyang removed the packaging of his sexy underwear and packed it in envelope-shaped paper bags.

He took out a paper bag, placed it on the counter, and then slowly took it out like a treasure.

Chaofeng, the pawnshop, also seems to have never seen the world. This fine textile art work from the 21st century has completely shocked this native dog!

The sexy underwear that Cheng Zongyang took out is the latest style of spring, including sexy bras, thongs and transparent gauze coats on the outside. Both the quality and design are impeccable and also expensive. If priced with beef noodles, it is worth at least 200 bowls.

Chaofeng glanced listlessly and said in a lengthened voice: A black sweat scarf with a thin texture, and the price is ten copper zhu.

Cheng Zongyang's face twisted, sweat scarf?Do you think this super sexy black lace thong is used to wipe your sweat?

Seeing that he couldn't take out any valuable goods, Chaofeng was already impatient and knocked on the counter and said: Do you think it is right!

At this moment, people were under the counter and had to bow their heads. Cheng Zongyang, who was hungry, was not in the mood to explain to him the beauty of black lace and suspender thongs, barely increasing his voice and seeing it clearly!These are three!

Chaofeng pushed the paper bag and said arrogantly: Fifteen copper baht.Love is not!

Cheng Zongyang also wanted to argue, and a scar-faced man next to him said: Wang Chaofeng, this brother is not easy, just Jiang Shizi.

Wang Chaofeng glanced at Cheng Zongyang.Cheng Zongyang said weakly: Just twenty copper zhu.

The Chaofeng took out the ticket, finished a few strokes, and threw it to Cheng Zongyang, with a monthly rate of three minutes, and a five-day rate of five days!

Cheng Zongyang counted, why are there only eighteen?

The scar-faced man next to him came over and said: This is the business rule of pawnshop, so you can take a little water first.

As he said that, he looked at Cheng Zongyang's hands and feet inadvertently.

Cheng Zongyang had no choice but to pick up the eighteen copper baht and asked: Where is the restaurant next to it?

The scarred man said: Brother, you just came to Wuyuan.Walking east, there is a Zhao family’s old cake, so you can fill your stomach.

The scar-faced man was right. The cake shop was on the corner of the street. When he smelled the burnt aroma of oil cakes, Cheng Zongyang's saliva flowed out.

The cake shop is not big, with all kinds of hu cakes, crispy cakes, oil cakes, roasted cakes, sugar cakes, zhi cakes, and steamed cakes...

There are also meat pies and flower pies that Cheng Zongyang could not call him, and there are all kinds of them.

This time, Cheng Zongyang was so hungry that he didn't even remember that he hadn't eaten for a few days.

He didn't bother to look at it, so he ordered a few ready-made cooked cakes and sat down and ate it in one go.

I don’t know if it was because of hunger or because the cakes in this restaurant were really good, Cheng Zongyang ate eight cakes in one breath, and finally sootheed his stomach and then he opened his mouth to drink a sip of tea.

Relying on the back of the chair, Cheng Zongyang took a comfortable breath and asked the store, how much does it cost?

The store made a quick calculation, one piece of Hu cake, crispy cake, and sugar cake, three copper zhu; three first-class lotus meat cakes, six copper zhu; two pieces of Taiping Biluo, six copper zhu... two dishes of side dishes, two copper zhu; one pot of good tea, two copper zhu, a total of nineteen copper zhu.

Cheng Zongyang fainted.

The store owner said that the lotus meat pie was a kind of meat pie; Taiping Biluo was similar to the lotus meat pie, and it was added with mutton garlic, which tasted delicious, so he ate two in one breath.

Unexpectedly, this thing is delicious and difficult to digest. Not only did I eat up all my first pot of gold, I also paid a copper baht.

The store asked politely: Customer, can you check out?

Cheng Zongyang smiled calmly, that Taiping Biluo tasted good, so I took two more.

OK.

The store used bamboo clips to remove the steamed pie, put it on a plate, and placed it in front of Cheng Zongyang.

Cheng Zongyang rolled up his sleeves and started eating without hesitation.If you owe one copper baht, you owe ten, you owe it. Let’s fill your stomach first.As for how to check out, it was a meal, and I didn’t think about it now.

But soon, Cheng Zongyang no longer had to worry about checkout.

The Taiping Biluo on the plate had just eaten half of it when four big men suddenly broke in.

Cheng Zongyang looked up and saw that there were two familiar ones, one of whom was a scarred man who had just met in a pawn shop, and the other was the one-eyed man who came out to conquer the market in the slave market.

Several people carried swords and rods, and were aggressive and rushed straight into the cake shop.The shop owner's face turned pale.He hurriedly came up and said: What do you guys want?

The scarred man raised his thumb and saw clearly!This is Mr. Ge Long Ge San from Baihu Shopping Mall!

The one-eyed man held the hilt of the knife and looked at the store gloomyly. A slave ran away in the store and someone saw it in your store.

The shopkeeper smiled and said: Master Ge Sanming, who doesn’t know the rules of Wuyuan City? If you are beaten to death, the young man is doing legitimate business, how dare you hide the escaped slave?

Cheng Zongyang looked around curiously. This cake shop was just a small shop and he couldn't tell where he could hide people.

These guys are probably here to take the opportunity to blackmail.The owner of the cake shop seems to be in trouble.

Suddenly the scarred man pointed and was there!

Cheng Zongyang kept a dull expression and stared at his fingers blankly.Then several men rushed over and pressed him to the ground.

Get it wrong!It's not me - Cheng Zongyang struggled to get up, and the one-eyed man Ge Long twisted his arm, bent it behind, and lifted it up. Cheng Zong raised his shoulder and let out a cold sweat.

You are the ones who catch it!Dare to escape!This time I have to break your legs!

Several people skillfully tied Cheng Zongyang's hands and feet, and the scarred man stuffed a piece of rag into his mouth.

Cheng Zongyang blocked his chest like a suffocation. Suddenly, the air chaotic shaking in his abdomen, and a force came out of his body. The scar-faced man's palm, like a clamp, became weak.

Cheng Zongyang flipped his wrist and broke away from his hand, grabbing the rope on his arm.

The scarred man shouted: Third Master!This kid is going to run away!

Ge Long turned the long sword and smashed the handle hard behind Cheng Zongyang's head.Cheng Zongyang's eyes suddenly turned dark and he fainted.

Several people tied Cheng Zongyang into rice dumplings, threw it onto the carriage waiting beside him, and bowed desperately by the store owner, and left.