The road is gradually getting farther and farther, so I will search up and down.
The road of life is full of too many unknowns and thorns, which will make you confused and hesitant, and full of wounds. There may be suffering but also joy, there may be disappointment and happiness.
Maybe there will be no reward for everything you put in. Maybe all your efforts are just a wedding dress for them, the icing on the cake.
We all have too many dreams, and we have to move forward bravely and risk everything. We always think that as long as we work hard, there will be hope, and we will get rich through hard work. Good people will have a safe life. The road is as long as the feet are. There is sunshine everywhere in life, and there is always hope. Dispel the darkness, the light always belongs to those who work hard, and beautiful flowers will bloom for them. Only later did you realize that everything is an illusion, all the rules and regulations are made by the upper class, and the purpose of your existence is just for Create value for those at the top to squander. Without you, they would have no people to enslave.
It's hard for Wang Bu to be unhappy. As someone with a vision that is thousands of years ahead of this era, and possibly tens of thousands of years of advanced knowledge, at least he has already paid with his face in his life, instead of being like the Ming Empire, which is not fire-proof or moisture-proof. The Ming Dynasty's paper banknotes are not even protected from insects and rats. However, as a time traveler, Wang Busheng has been in the Ming Empire for so long and has not yet escaped poverty. As the head of a family, this is so sad and unfortunate. He can never let his family His wife was suffering, so Wang Busheng quietly stuffed Leng Bingbing with his hard-earned silver notes, leaving only a hundred and ten taels for himself. When he thought about the long road ahead, he still had to wait for his wife in Songjiang Mansion. , so Wang Bushi is like finding a job first to earn some living expenses.
Sure enough, the prices offered by the employers were just living expenses, three meals a day, and the healthiest eating habits were seven-tenths full. Seeing Wang Busui's figure, some stores refused directly, and some stores saw Wang Busui and offered a discount. Three meals a day, a salary of two steamed buns per meal. There is also a shop owner who may be kind-hearted and adds a midnight snack on top of the three meals a day. Well, they have a twenty-hour work system. Wang Bushi is decisive. reject. Humph, I am a male protagonist who has a backbone and is not immune to criticism.
The result of not working is that Wang BuSheng's pants are getting empty little by little. The amount of money in his pants is decreasing at a speed visible to the naked eye. Looking at Wang BuSheng's pants, his heart palpitates for a while. Damn it, he is about to live a life of begging.
"It's you again." A familiar person appeared. Well, he was quite familiar. Wang Bushu had seen him a few days ago.
"It's you, it's you, uncle, I haven't seen you for a long time. You are in good health." Hearing the voice, Wang Busheng looked at the face. It was so familiar that it was hard to forget. "By the way, uncle, what is your name? You are rich and powerful." People are still on the wealth train."
"It doesn't matter that you are young and have no spine to beg for food. I didn't expect that you are still mentally retarded and have such a bad memory. You are not as good as an old man like me." The old man was stroking his beard, dressing up for the first time, a standard outfit for disciples of the Beggar Clan.
"Well, it turns out that brain damage is not original to the 21st century."
"Then eating too much chicken affects memory function."
"I'm a good guy, so go ahead and brag about it. I'm still eating chicken. You can't even eat chicken shit." That's right, the person who came was none other than a rich man, a senior beggar, and begging for food was a professional.
"Well," suddenly Wang Bushi also lost interest in eating chicken, "Uncle, you are right. You are naturally much better than this kid. You can still eat chicken shit."
"Bah, bah, bah, you're just eating chicken shit. Rich A is quite young, but he didn't expect his saliva to be secreted very quickly, and the portion is very generous.
"Uncle, you have bad teeth. Chicken poop is soft and easy to digest." Wang Bushu decided not to eat chicken for the past three days. It was disgusting.
"Fart, I have such good teeth that I can even chew a pig's trotters." People are old at heart, and old people also have a heart that refuses to admit defeat.
Fu Jia was furious, his face turned red, and his beard kept flapping irregularly because of his anger.
"Don't be angry, don't hurt your body, your mentality is very important." Wang Bushi hurriedly comforted him. If he got angry, he would have another troublemaker for the rest of his life. Why, Wang Bushi didn't understand.
"You brat, we have a glorious tradition of respecting the elderly and loving the young for five thousand years."
Sure enough, the bad guys are getting older. Wang Bushit pointed at himself and said in a very honest tone, "I am also in that range, I am not yet under age."
Wang Bushit still has the basis for acting coquettishly and cute and pretending to be young. After all, Wang Bushit is only eighteen or nineteen years old, and his skin is fair, so he can pretend to be an underage kid.
"What, what, what, what are you talking about?" The senior beggar, the rich man, jumped to the top,
Wang Bu was shocked. The old man's physical fitness was so good. Could it be that the old beggar also had a foundation in martial arts? Could it be that the legendary Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms really existed, or that it was a dog-beating stick.
Fu Jia Yifang landed safely and then said, "You are still underage. I thought you were in your thirties."
"You, you, you" Wang Bushit's face was very dark. This was not considered a slap in the face, and it was still loud. Crisp but not pleasant.
"I, I, I, what, be careful when I lie in front of you."
"Uh" Wang Bushit was speechless. This was to blackmail someone. When it came to lying down, he often saw it on the overpass. Soon Wang Bushit thought of a way to make money.
Wang Bushi approached Fu Jia mysteriously.
"What are you doing? Stay away from me. I have mysophobia." Fu A took a step back in disgust.
"Well, I'm being despised again."
"Uncle, do you want to eat pork knuckles?" Wang Busheng said in a low voice.
"In no mood"
"Um, why don't you follow the routine?"
Then Rich A said, "I want to eat chicken."
"Okay" Wang Bushi could only ask, "Uncle, do you want to eat chicken?"
"You're deaf, I just said I wanted to eat chicken."
"Nah, I can't bear it." A spring breeze-like smile appeared on Wang Bushit's face. "Uncle, I have a way to let you have chicken to eat."
"Don't think that I am stupid because I am old. Trafficking in women and children is illegal, and so is the old man." The wealthy party is very vigilant.
"Well, the old man has a strong sense of crisis. It's just that when did the Ming Empire have the "Law for the Protection of Middle-aged and Elderly People"?
"No, no, uncle, you misunderstood. I'm not going to sell you, and you can't pay the price." But I thought in my heart, whose family is missing a father, ah, no, it's a grandfather.
"Nonsense," he was very dissatisfied with the position given by Wang Busheng as a wealthy party. He held out a finger and said, "Ten thousand taels, I'm worth ten thousand taels,"
"Well, is there really someone who lacks a father? No, it's grandpa."
Then Fu Jia's party began to answer the question: "No matter how big or small, old or young, the Japanese pirates will catch them."
That's it, but it's just for borrowing seeds. Wang Bushu would like to take the liberty to ask, do you still have the ability to have children? Well, don't slap people in the face. The hearts of the elderly are very fragile, so you can't offend them.
"Uncle, yes, you are very valuable, but you are off topic. What I am saying is that I have a way to make money so that you can eat chicken." Why is this old man so familiar with his irresponsibility? Could it be that even if he never dies, he has a father whom he can't find? Well, no, he's a brother.
"I won't go out as a coolie to carry big bags."
"You can always make chicken money by carrying big bags, but the wages for carrying big bags are very low." Wang Bushu also planned to work as a coolie, but the wages, well, are very low, equivalent to ten steamed buns, and the work is twelve Hours.
The rich man looked at Wang Budie curiously. If he didn't sell his body or work, could he sell his blood or organs? Although he was old, these parts were still useful to the rich man. He was reluctant to exchange them for silver, no, for chickens. He couldn't help but , the rich side took another step back, retreating to the root of the wall, with no way to retreat.
"Don't come over"
As if thinking of the rich man's thoughts, Wang Bushu hurriedly explained, "Uncle, don't be anxious. Just listen to what I have to say. You don't need to sell any of your organs. You just need to lie quietly on the ground."
"Fart, that's a dead person lying on the ground." Death is still a topic that the elderly cannot avoid. The wealthy party is no exception. He was angry that he was left in bed.
"Uh, okay." Wang Bushi was helpless. "Okay, uncle, just sit on the ground."
It was estimated that he had been deceived many times and was injured too much, leaving a shadow. Fu Jia looked at Wang Busheng with his eyes straight, and his face was full of doubts "Really".
"real".
"Okay then, let's make an oath and listen."
"Uh, just to eat chicken, okay," Wang Busheng never thought that one day he would make a vow to a man and an old man at that. The sky could collapse, the earth would crack, the sea would be broken, and the rocks would be rotten. We are shoulder to shoulder. Holding hands.
Making an oath is a promise to the gods in heaven, and it is a very serious and formal matter, so Wang Bushit asked, "Do I need to take a bath and fast, and then put the incense table as a tribute?"
"Um, is it necessary?"
"This is more formal and it also shows that I am sincere." Wang Busui has always respected the gods.
"Well, what you said makes sense. How about you contribute the money and I'll buy those things?" The old man is not stupid either.
"Well, forget it, waste is shameful, just be sincere." Damn, the ancients in this era were not of good quality and were not easy to deceive. Even the IQs of the elderly have not declined.
He covered his chest with one hand, raised the other hand, retracted his thumb and little finger, and raised the other three fingers. Then Wang Bushu began his promise, "I promise not to let the old man lie down. If I violate it, my face will be covered with acne. "For a person who loves beauty, such an oath is definitely a trump card.
"I have acne on my face," the rich man said in disbelief, "Isn't this a bit childish?"
"No, gods will believe it."
It has to be said that future generations will advance not only in technology, industry, economy, culture, and people's living standards, but also in all aspects of skill value. If you want to survive in a rapidly developing society, you can only improve yourself and improve yourself. The level of business, such as the profession of begging, the simple way of begging with a cracked coarse porcelain bowl has been eliminated, and technological innovation has been replaced, such as the busking type, holding a musical instrument, erhu or gong, going from house to house Go door-to-door, especially merchants, say a few auspicious words, and you can ask for something no matter what. Of course, the main thing is money. For example, people who pretend to be sick to make a living, people who want money to go to school, people who are homeless, people who want money to eat. I can’t buy a ticket if I lose my wallet. Wait, wait, wait, no one can't see you, only you don't think much, I have to say that those people in Wang Bu's previous life have ruined the profession of beggar, and there is little room for improvement.
Through Wang Busheng's observation after traveling for so long, he found that beggars in the Ming Empire had no enterprising spirit. The method of begging was passed down from the older generation for thousands of years. A broken bowl in a corner was a must. Then leaning against the wall, Jiang Ziya took the bait, and if he was a little aggressive, he just yelled, "Have mercy on me."
This won't work. Therefore, Wang Busheng decided to inject new blood into the beggar industry and provide them with a skill reference. All walks of life always need to improve. Otherwise, how can a country progress, develop, become strong, and become a world hegemon, the most dazzling pearl in the East?
