In fact, people's desires are very small. If they have food, clothing, and a place as big as a palm to protect them from the wind and rain, they will be content in life. But some people have great desires. To put it another way, dreams are beautiful, but if you live high in a temple, you will worry about it. When the people are far away from the rivers and lakes, they worry about their kings. They have a heart for the heaven and the earth, a destiny for the people, a secret for the successors of the saints, a peace for all generations, a support for the world, a benefit for the people, and a lasting reputation.
People who are wealthy and peaceful will be very happy. On the contrary, they will live a very tired life. Since ancient times, how many heroes, capable ministers and generals have been able to die well.
Wang Bushu was still very happy and satisfied while eating the fragrant chicken ton and potatoes. Fu Jia's cooking skills were still very good. Of course, compared with himself, a high-end chef, he was still a little inferior.
But the wealthy person is a very ambitious person. At such an old age, there is no guarantee that he will die in the next moment, so he has very high requirements for the quality of life, especially for dinner now. The wealthy party still has extremely high requirements.
"Isn't it a bit too monotonous to just eat chicken? You also need a few side dishes." Looking at the sky in the distance, Fu Jiafang put forward his own opinion in a loud voice, as if he was deliberately speaking it to everyone in the sky.
"Master, it's useless no matter how loud you sound. The gods in the sky are very busy and have no time to care about your trivial matters of eating, drinking and sleeping." As soon as Wang Busheng finished speaking, he was immediately slapped in the face.
Suddenly a burden fell from the sky. Wang Bu was stunned for a long time and touched his face to make sure it was not a dream. Then he looked at Fu Jia.
"What are you still doing? Go get it quickly."
"Could there be poisonous insects, snakes, ants, or explosive devices inside?" Wang Busheng's worry is normal. The police uncle once said that you must not act rashly when dealing with unfamiliar packages. Terrorism is prevalent in the international community now, and it is not allowed to point out any Those who sneak into the mainland must be guarded against.
"You are overthinking, your life is not worth as much as explosives."
"Uh, I'm insulted again." Wang Bushi ran over and carefully took the baggage. He didn't dare to open it. He was a dead Taoist but a poor Taoist, so it would be better to hand it to the rich man.
Then Wang Bu die took two steps back. Fu Jiafang chuckled and said, "Boy, the Ming Empire is still very safe. There are not as many dangerous things happening as you think."
"I won't be fooled by you. I only know that the safest place in this universe is Chi in the 21st century.
"a", Wang Busui muttered in his heart. Although the Ming Empire was also dominated by Han people, Wang Busui always lacked trust in it.
The rich man opened the bag and found a food box.
Pagans nowadays are so particular, and a terrorist attack costs so much. Judging from the exquisite appearance of this food box, it is not cheap at first glance.
Fu Jia opened the food box without hesitation, and dishes of side dishes appeared in front of Wang Busheng.
Fu Jia picked up a vinegar-flavored peanut, put it in his mouth, chewed it and swallowed it, "Well, this time the peanuts are much crispier."
"Fortunately, it's not poisonous." Wang Busui was relieved. It was the first time he saw so many dishes. Wang Busui was still very happy. People who are easy to be happy will always eat more.
"How can such delicious dishes be served without wine?"
The waiting time was much shorter this time. As soon as the rich man finished speaking, another burden fell from the sky.
"Nah, Aladdin's magic lamp, this fairy can also work across regions." Trotting over and picking up the baggage, Wang Busheng was no longer worried. He opened it and found that it was indeed a wine jar wrapped in cowhide.
"God, give me a beautiful woman." Wang Bushu also tried to shout out his heart,
There was no movement for a moment. What's going on? Why isn't it working? Could it be that the voice is too low or the posture is wrong? Okay, one more time, oh my God,
"Nah!" Wang Bu Shou jumped far away, and a stone happened to fall on the spot where Wang Bu Sie was standing just now. It turned out that after such a long time, the god went to look for the stone.
Patting the injured little heart, "Fortunately, he ran fast. Gods are not omnipotent. If their wishes cannot be fulfilled, they will get angry, such as throwing stones."
"Um, has this kid ruined his own image?" Fu A was full of embarrassment.
"No, how come rocks are falling from the sky? This is no doubt as bizarre as pie falling from the sky." Wang Bu Shou raised his head and looked at the sky carefully. The sky was still the same. The only difference may be that there are more stars. It may be due to the Ming Empire during this period. There are more people who are getting older.
"You're so shameless, you still want to be beautiful at such an old age,".
"Uh," Sure enough, rocks don't rain from the sky, but the next door does.
Rich A was in a state of embarrassment, having been misunderstood by Wang Busheng.
"Master, who lives next door and why did he bring you food?" Wang Busheng finally understood. The gods in the sky and Aladdin's lamp are all floating clouds. The one who threw the side dishes was the one next door, and the one who threw the wine jar was the next door. There is no need to doubt it. The nature of the stone is also next door.
"Shut your stinky mouth".
With wine and meat, this kind of life is definitely everyone's ideal and perfect life after retirement.
Filling a bowl of wine for himself, Fu Jia swallowed it down and looked at Wang Budie, "Boy, why don't you drink some?"
"No, men who drink are not good men."
The rich man stumbled and said, "Fart, what kind of man is a man if he doesn't drink?"
If it weren't for the fear that the old man would feel inferior, Wang Bushu would have really wanted to take off his pants and show the old man what a real man is.
Gudong, gudong, another bowl is in the mouth. The wealthy party does not seem to be drinking, but more like drinking water.
Daming's wine was so delicious. The curious Wang Busui carefully dipped it with his finger and put it in his mouth. It was still very spicy and tasted the same. I really don't know what's so good about this thing.
"Master, please drink slowly, you will get drunk." Wang Bushi carefully advised that drinking alcohol would harm your health and you should exercise moderation. The old man lived to be more than a hundred years old, so Wang Bushi thought that he was very likely to be lucky.
"Fart, how could I be drunk? I'm not drunk."
"Well, you are really drunk. Only drunk people can say that they are not drunk." Watching the rich man drink bowl after bowl of wine, Wang Busei felt palpitations in his heart. This thing is so delicious that it has attracted countless People are obsessed with it and have lost their families and lives because of it.
Sure enough, the rich man got drunk. I heard that many people don’t drink well. When drunk, they always like to do some illegal and disorderly things, such as drunken sex and drunken beating. First of all, don’t worry if the king is not dead. Yes, after all, at Fu A's age, some part of his body functions must have disappeared, and he is powerless, but he still has the conditions to beat up Fu A after drinking, so Wang Busui took the rice bowl and filled it up again. , and then retreated to the corner.
The rich man was already drunk, but he didn't do anything extraordinary. He raised the wine jar and drank a few more gulps, and then dropped the wine jar heavily to the ground. Then, well, the quality of the cowhide was so good that it didn't break.
Fu Jiafang stood up, clenched his fists, and struck into the air with great force, as if the air was about to be blown away by him.
"Oh, this is the legendary drunken fist." Wang Busui was very excited. After all, he had only seen this kung fu on TV. Seeing it so real in front of him was like Qin Shihuang appearing in front of him and asking for a photo. He was definitely excited. of.
Just listen to Fu Jia's side saying or singing while punching his fists:
It was very cold and snowing that day
We come from different places but get off at the same place
From then on our military life began
You are stingy with sweat on the training ground
Relying on each other to get through every setback
Let's pick the newly bloomed flowers together in spring
We waded through the deep river together in summer
Let’s sweep away the yellowing leaves in autumn
In winter, we watch our departing comrades shed tears together
We have lived every aspect of military life together.
In a blink of an eye, it’s time for us to leave
A sleepless night of tossing and turning
Too much nostalgia, too much reluctance
Good brother, you don’t need to say anything.
This is a choice we have no choice about
Haven't had a phone call in a few years.
Dear comrades, are you okay?
Have you already become a family?
There is also a beautiful and virtuous woman who loves you
Have you already become a father?
Give birth to a beautiful and smart baby
We were all scared when we left the army.
Today's society is too complex
We have nothing and no culture
Can't break into the world that belongs to us
The shoulders of good brothers and soldiers cannot be broken
Where to fall, where to climb?
The past autumns, winters, springs and summers
Do you still care about the army?
I can’t forget the years of my military career
Let’s have a drink with my brothers who have been soldiers.
Forget about the roses you didn’t send out
Good brothers will be with you for life
Sweat together, cry together, get drunk together
Let’s have a drink with my brothers who have been soldiers.
We never regret our military career
The military uniforms left behind are our treasures
Fly with honor in the blue sky
Let’s have a drink with my brothers who have been soldiers.
Don’t pretend to be strong and bear all the problems yourself
A man can cry too
I'm also too tired and want to take a rest.
Let’s have a drink with my brothers who have been soldiers.
Remembering our company again
Those endless sweats
It is the preciousness of our life
Obviously, although the wealthy party is a professional beggar, the beggar's professional skills are much inferior. He does not know how to play musical instruments such as the erhu, and he does not have the more advanced professional ability to sing. He is tone deaf and does not need to pause. Stop, it should be incoherent, the song is very casual, free and easy, but the taste is much worse. Fu Jia's singing skills have reached the point where no tune is better than a tune, but Wang Bushi can also understand the lyrics clearly. It means, this is very much like a song in the army. Sure enough, the rich man is also a person with a story.
After finishing the third bowl of rice, Fu Jia's set of punches was finally over. The old man's physical strength was still very good, and he didn't sit down on the ground after playing punches for so long.
"Boy, do you see clearly?" The blush on Fu Jia's face has receded and he has returned to his usual appearance.
"Well, wasn't this old man just playing tricks on his own when he was drunk? Why is he sober now and asking himself if he can see clearly? Could it be that the lesson begins now?" Wang Busheng was full of embarrassment and put down his job. "Hahaha, Master, you are so good at playing."
"Martial arts are not for looking good. I ask you if you see clearly." Fu Jiafang continued to ask, his tone was very stern.
"Uh, can Drunken Master be used to cure hangover?" Wang Bushu doubted that the old man was pretending to be drunk. "Master, I thought you were playing with yourself after drinking too much. I didn't pay attention."
Suddenly the rich man jumped up and became very angry, "You bastard, you are just playing with yourself, I am so old and still have such leisure time",
"Well, is there any ambiguity in this sentence?"
"What time are you shouting? What time is it? You're so old and you're still not sleeping."
There were curses coming from the next corner.
"Um, old man, okay, grandpa was innocently shot, I feel sorry for him for three seconds."
"Master, you are disturbing the people," Wang Bushit reminded him kindly.
"Hush, shush, keep your voice down," this action is used all over the world, but Wang Bushu felt very funny when he saw the action of the wealthy party.
"You are just like your grandfather, you are stupid and have no understanding."
"Well, you are scolding yourself for being born mentally retarded."
"Master, why don't you do it again?"
"Forget it, it's so late and I still need to rest,"
I don't know who this person is referring to, I hope it's the one next door. "Oh, yes, Master, I'm going to rest." After saying this, Wang Budie walked into the room.
"Hey, boy, where are you going?"
"Go and rest."
The rich man pointed to a small house on the side of the door and said, "Your residence is over there. You smell, so don't enter the house."
Wang Bushit was very embarrassed. It felt really bad to be rejected by others. He was also a mysophobia, okay? There was nothing he could do about it. Master always had the right to control his own. Looking in the direction of Fu Jia's finger, "Nima, Master, are you sure that's not a doghouse?" It was on one side of the door, not far or near, and the position was very awkward.
"Your watchdog still needs a house,"
"That's right. If dogs live in three bedrooms and one living room, what kind of family should this be?" Although the house is a little smaller, it is still much better than the cave animal trap. Wang Busheng is a person who is at ease with his luck. He is also a person who knows how to be satisfied.
"Okay, Master, I'm going to rest. Good night."
"Wait a minute, today's work is done, go wash the pots and dishes." The rich man turned around and covered his waist and muttered, "Oh, I'm old and my health is not good. Staying up late will hurt my skin."
"Well, there is a causal connection."
Having a disciple naturally requires the master to do many things personally. Wang Busheng has no complaints or regrets. "Okay, Master," Wang Bushu said through gritted teeth.
