Life is actually unfair. Some people will treat a thousand taels as a penny, while some people will treat a penny as a thousand taels.
It can be seen from this that reincarnation is a technical job. Some people's reincarnation is a new starting point. They have nothing and have to work hard on their own, while some people directly reach the end. The purpose of their birth is to enjoy life.
What's going on in the mountains? Songhua makes wine and spring water makes tea.
The rise and fall of the eternal prosperous dream, the poetic eye is tired of the world.
There are trees in the Konglin Forest, creepers in the Wu Palace, and jackdaws in the Chu Temple.
There are several huts and thousands of volumes of books, which are transferred to old villagers.
What's going on in the mountains? Songhua makes wine and spring water makes tea.
If you want to live a leisurely and elegant life, you first need material security, which is the foundation and fundamental.
For Wang Busheng, who had never seen a banknote with a denomination of more than ten taels of silver, the money he had on him was definitely a huge amount of money, so how could he not feel distressed and worried.
After the paper dried, Wang Busheng felt even more heartbroken when he saw the banknote in his hand. The writing on it was blurred and he couldn't tell what was written on it.
Looking at the crowd pitifully, Wang Busheng said with expectation: "Can these banknotes still be used?"
Everyone still doesn't like Wang Busidian's behavior of loving money as much as his life. How can a gentleman covet those stinky things? Just think carefully about the places where Wang Bushit has been, you can understand that a remote mountain place with a hundred people Both are huge sums of money, and many people cannot even earn a hundred taels in their lifetime.
Zhang Jinghui carefully took the banknote from Wang Busheng's hand, looked at it carefully, and said with regret: "The handwriting is blurred and the paper is wrinkled, so it can't be used."
He sympathetically returned the banknote to Wang Busheng. Wang Busheng looked at the banknote in his hand, which was like waste paper, and the pain in his heart could not be increased. Just like losing his first love, he went bankrupt and turned from a middle-class person directly into a poor peasant. Well, well, Wang Busheng still didn't know the middle class very well. His money was just the money paid by the middle-class people for overnight stays, not even necessarily. Enough, now it is not only the price of goods that is increasing, but also the value of the lady.
Qian Duoduo took the banknote and looked at it, then looked at the sky outside carefully, then changed to the next one, kept reading several banknotes, and said: "These ones can still be used, the other ones need to be used." Go to the bank to verify it, but even if the verification is successful, you can only get back one-third of the original face value, or even less silver."
When I heard that the banknotes were not completely scrapped, Wang Busheng finally felt better. Although there was a lot missing, it was not completely scrapped. People should know how to be content.
If you, bhikkhus, wish to be freed from all kinds of suffering, you should meditate on contentment.
The method of contentment is the place of happiness and peace.
A contented person will be happy even if he is lying on the ground; a dissatisfied person will not be satisfied even if he is in heaven.
Those who are dissatisfied will be poor even though they are rich; those who are content will be rich even though they are poor.
Those who are dissatisfied are often distracted by the five desires, while those who are content are only pitied. This is called "sufficiency".
Therefore, Wang Busheng felt very happy in his heart at this moment. Be content with the little things that come your way.
After a while, Wang Bushit returned to his cheerful and lively nature, with a smile on his face. Seeing Wang Busheng happy, Zhang Jinghui felt a lot happier inside.
Everyone's clothes were wet, and they were all gathering around the fire to bake their clothes. Wang Busheng wanted to say that he would take off his clothes and bake them faster, but he just thought that he was a gentleman, not a gangster, so he could easily cause misunderstandings. He was also afraid that Qian Duoduo would act hooligan again.
Qian Duoduo looked at Wang Busui and said with a smile: "Brother Fusui, don't worry. When you leave here, if you want money, just tell me that our family is rich."
Is this the rhythm of being taken care of? If you think about it, it is still acceptable. Looking at the appearance of the little loli now, in a few years it will be a thing that will bring disaster to the country and the people. But when I think of having more money and being penniless, I will die. It is good to give up this idea and live a life without worries about food and clothing, but who knows whether it is true or not, and you can't be fooled into buying yourself into one of those black coal mines, working every day without being paid, and eating without meat. It's too late to cry. There are too many liars now and there are obviously not enough honest people.
"Haha, no need, I have both hands, I can rely on myself." Wang Busi refused, and then acted like a man. Suddenly the three of them looked at Wang Busheng with a little admiration.
Qian Duoduo patted Wang Busheng on the shoulder and said with a smile: "Haha, that's what a man should be like. Only by enduring the pain that others can't bear and suffering the hardships that others can't bear can you reap the gains that others can't take back. The sharp edge of a sword is sharpened by sharpening Come on, the fragrance of plum blossoms comes from the bitter cold, hahahaha, I like it, brother supports you."
Wang Bu Shou looked at Qian Daduo's butt curiously, and then moved his body back. Hehe laughed a few times: "Thank you, thank you."
Seeing the disgusted look in Wang Bu's eyes, Qian more seemed to have thought of something and hurriedly took his hand away. Only Mr. Rabbit likes to hug men. He must remember it next time.
The bodies were dried out and everyone rested against the cave wall after being tired for most of the day.
Zhang Jinghui looked at Wang Busheng and said, "Wang Busheng, would you please accompany me to take a look around?"
Wang Busui would never refuse a beautiful woman's request. Even if he sacrificed himself, he would not hesitate. Wrinkling his eyebrows was not considered a man, so he stood up and replied: "Okay, no problem."
He carefully packed the banknotes, then picked up a torch and followed Zhang Jinghui around.
When the Qian brothers and sisters heard this, they also stood up and imitated Wang Busheng's example, picking up a thick torch. Followed behind the two of them.
The four people observed on the cave wall. There were many traces of manual excavation on the cave wall. When they walked to a smooth wall, they saw writing on it.
The world has gone through many ups and downs.
When will the storm stop?
We, the sages and sages, often strive for peace.
When will there be peace?
There is also a signature below, Zhu Xiluo.
After reading these words, Wang Busui was very curious and asked: "Shouldn't it be written that so-and-so visited here? Why write so many words?"
Zhang Jinghui did not answer Wang Busheng's words, but said to herself, "It is rumored that when the present emperor raised his army, he stayed in a cave for several years, making overall plans and strategizing. The rumors are indeed true."
Wang Busheng also said after hearing this: "I heard my grandpa say that in the early days of the establishment of the Ming Empire, the current emperor led an army of 30,000 in order to wipe out the remaining rebellious forces. It was also here that he was ambushed and the entire army was annihilated. The British Duke Zhang Zizi, The son of Qian Song, the Duke of Zhenguo, also died in this battle in order to cover the retreat of the Holy Lord, and his body was not found. The general died in hundreds of battles and was wrapped in horse leather. He was a real man and a real hero."
Then facing the smooth wall, he bowed three times and kowtowed nine times. The king would not kneel to the sky or the ground until he died, nor did he kneel to his parents, including his grandfather, but in the face of those who sacrificed their lives and blood for the sake of the world. The hero, Wang Budie, knelt down with a serious look on his face, without his usual playful and joking expression.
The other three people also knelt down silently, with tears in their eyes. Wang Busheng just thought that they were full of emotions, but he didn't care.
A few people got up and continued to wander around the cave, and soon found some rusty weapons and some daily necessities, but they were already tattered and turned into debris on the ground with a light touch of their fingers.
After walking around and picking up some branches and pieces of wood, they returned to the place where they made the fire. Zhang Jinghui and others seemed to have something on their minds, their faces were solemn, and they seemed to have put down something, and they took a deep breath. , including Qian Duoduo, who has always been alive and kicking.
Wang Bushi was very curious, but he didn't ask any more questions. Everyone's emotional line is different. It may be that some people's hearts are relatively fragile. When encountering sad things, they will always be sad for a long time.
This kind of anger was very suppressed. After a while, Wang Busi suddenly said: "I suddenly thought of a question."
Everyone's thoughts were also pulled back. Everyone looked at Wang Busheng curiously, waiting for what he would say next.
Seeing everyone's eyes turning around, and after pondering for a while, Wang Bushit said: "I find that the calligraphy of today's Holy Emperor is really ugly."
The three people present were stunned. Zhu Xiluo's birth was not good. Like his ancestor Zhu Chongba, he was a monk. However, Zhu Chongba paid great attention to his studies, while Zhu Xiluo basically ate and slept in the monk temple. , sleep and eat, and only listen to some monks chanting sutras when they are in a good mood. Basically, there is very little time for studying, and of course there is no calligraphy practice.
Quite tiring.
"Tch, what did I think it was? This is something everyone in the world knows. The current Holy Emperor is illiterate," Qian Duoduo disagreed.
Zhang Jinghui said hurriedly: "Don't talk nonsense, this is against the law."
As if thinking of something, Qian Duoduo stuck out his tongue and closed his mouth obediently.
"The Ming Empire really had no human rights, and no one was allowed to speak. This was the beginning of a literary inquisition." Wang Busheng complained.
This time no one answered, so Wang Busheng kept his mouth shut.
The rain outside was much lighter, but the river surface was still very wide, and the water would not recede for a while. Wang Busui fished out a few pheasants and hares at the entrance of the cave. Fortunately, Wang Busui also caught a sika deer. But it’s a great supplement.
As early as just now, Wang Busheng discovered a spring in the cave. Otherwise, Zhu Xiluo would not have been able to stay here for several years, otherwise he would die of hunger or thirst.
Peel off the skin of the sika deer and wash it. The sika deer king has not been eaten yet. That thing is now a protected animal and cannot be hunted casually, so the skinning speed is much slower. Qian Duoduo has been watching from the side. Wang Busei always thought that she was He was worried about his own body. It was not until later, when he saw the sika deer cut into several pieces and roasting next to the fire, with Qian Duoduo drooling, that Wang Busheng realized that this girl turned out to be a foodie. Rather than beauty, she still loved food.
Sika deer meat is very chewy due to regular exercise, so Wang Busheng roasted it for a long time.
Then it was distributed to everyone, and everyone took it and started eating.
Wang Busui picked up some branches and grass at the entrance of the cave and placed them next to the fire. He had food and drink, but he couldn't live without something to burn. Who knew when the river would recede and the few of him would still be there? Stay here for a few days and be prepared for a protracted battle.
It was an uneventful day. The topics everyone chatted with had been exhausted in the past two days. There was no interest in chatting anymore. They all sat silently by the fire, clasping their fingers in boredom. Wang Bushu took out his banknotes and observed them carefully. , hoping for a miracle or something, but the result was very disappointing. The handwriting is still very blurry.
He muttered: "Are those officials who print banknotes pigs? Can't they get some waterproof materials?"
Hearing Wang Bu's muttering, Zhang Jinghui said nothing and looked at the money.
Qian Duoduo coughed a few times, and then explained: "You can't blame those officials. Since ancient times, all dynasties have been the same. Our dynasty cannot produce waterproof materials independently. It needs to be imported, and the price is very high, compared with that of banknotes." The face value is still expensive.”
After experiencing too many wars, the former world power has long since become a poor and backward country. However, those court officials are still dreaming about their past achievements, occupying the richest land in the world, and have several Thousands of years of history, but what's the use of it? Being backward means falling behind. If we don't change, we can only continue to fall behind.
Good people will be bullied, and good horses will be ridiculed. If a country is backward, it can only be beaten and bullied. There is no fairness at all. This is today's society, and this is the world today. The weak eat the strong. This is a jungle that has not changed for tens of thousands of years. law.
