Wang Busheng was still very hard these days. After all, he couldn't eat well or sleep well. He quickly finished cleaning up and didn't know if there was a place to take a bath. He simply washed himself in the yard and then lay down. on the bed. It feels really good to lie in bed for the first time in a long time. Although the room is not very big, it is fully equipped with seats and beds, and the room is a duplex structure, with the bed on top and some living facilities below. I have to say, Although the level of economic development of the Ming Empire is very backward, there is basically no heavy industry, and the main industries are grain, silk, tea and other primitive industries, which are closely related to the people, and the economic strength is equivalent to that of my previous life before the founding of the country, but Many facilities are also in sync with the 21st century, such as this small duplex loft. If nothing else, I will live here for a long time. The old immortal has such a strong desire to live, and he probably won't die in a while. Thinking of this, Wang Immortal finally closed his eyes with peace of mind.
Rich A has a mysophobia. He went into the house and took off his clothes, exposing his tendons. This figure will still make the little girl scream. Age is definitely not a problem.
There is actually a big wooden bucket filled with water in the bedroom of the rich man. Of course, don’t get me wrong. There are no flower petals in the water, and there is no little girl hidden in the water. Well, the shot of the old man taking a bath is not very beautiful and pleasing to the eye. Yes, I skipped this scene, dried myself, put on clean pajamas, and then lay on the bed. I have to say that the color of this sheet is something that many people dare not challenge, because it is white, pure white. That kind of thing.
After taking a sip of the heart-nourishing tea prepared by the bedside, Fu Jia picked up the phone.
Compared to Wang Bu Si, Lao Bu Si's life is still very nourishing. After all, he has no worries about food and drink. He lives in Min Guogong's mansion where the wind and rain are not blowing, and he has a very conscientious apprentice to take care of him. It can be said that he has food and clothing. Reach out, there will be no accidents in this kind of life, and Lao Immortal plans to live there for a long time.
"Dong dong dong" the knock on the door sounded.
"Come in, how many times have I told you, this is your bedroom, you don't need to knock when you enter."
The one who knocked on the door was naturally the head nurse of the Duke of Min's Mansion - Drunkard. And the people in the house are naturally old and immortal. From the few words just said, we can understand that the old immortal occupied the apprentice's bedroom.
"Hehe, this is what it should be. Aren't the disciples afraid of seeing the master's privacy?"
"Xiaojiu, you are thinking too much. Master is already so old. How can he have any privacy? He is powerless."
"Master, this is not a problem. As long as you give the order, tell me which company you like, and the apprentice will take care of it." The drunkard patted his chest and said confidently.
"When you go out, turn left and walk forward for about five hundred steps. Then turn right. I heard that there is a girl named Zhu in their family who is waiting for a bride. Why don't you go and try it." The old immortal joked.
"Well, this route is very familiar to drunkards because they often walk it. This is the way to the palace. Could it be that the girl named Zhu in the boudoir lives in the palace? The daughter of the Holy Emperor has already married, and the girl named Zhu Only Zhu Xirong is left, uh, okay, I think too much."
"Master, don't make trouble, you are really good at joking." The face of the simple Shandong man was full of embarrassment.
"Why don't you make fun of the master?"
"I don't think the master is bored in the Duke's Mansion every day."
"Stop talking nonsense, I bought Merry Chicken back."
"I bought it, master. Today is the eighth time. Can we change the dish? My apprentice's monthly money is all gone." The drunkard is very distressed. It turns out that raising a master is as expensive as raising a son.
"It's natural to eat delicious food often. This is the same as good-looking girls doing good business."
"Well, okay, the master is still very lonely and misses the girl. Why should I ask the master to eat meat after I have been paid this month?"
"Master, I really don't know what else to eat with this chicken. It doesn't taste as good as roasted chicken." Some people like to eat spicy food, some people like to eat sweet food, naturally some people like to eat romantic chicken, and some people don't like it.
The old man took the paper bag, opened it, took out a golden chicken leg, took a bite, and smiled with satisfaction, "What do you know, kid? Only those who really understand chicken can understand the deliciousness of this romantic chicken."
"Isn't it just chicken legs wrapped in a little flour and fried in oil?"
According to my observation, this should be the fried chicken drumsticks in fast food restaurants.
"What about that, where is Jiang?"
Well, this is the latest way to eat it.
Eating fried chicken legs with sauce, well, paired with a bowl of tea, it's delicious.
He has no feelings for the drunkard who eats. He picks up the wine jar and takes a swig. He is absolutely bold.
Ding ding ding, the phone rang. The old man picked up the phone and saw, "The old man is calling."
"Old Immortal, are you dead? I am already so old and you want me to be busy, so you can't let me live for a few more years."
"Master, isn't it the hard work of those who can do it?" The old man who was holding the phone looked very respectful. If Wang Buzi saw it, he would be shocked, because the image of the old man is similar to that of a licking dog.
"Stop hating me, that kid is here with me now. He can eat and drink, but he won't die for a while."
I knew that the boy would not stay in the mountain with peace of mind. I was still worried about Wang Busheng and Lao Busheng. After all, the society is so chaotic now. How to deal with being trafficked? I heard that there are fewer women being trafficked in the Ming Empire now, and they have switched to men. . Therefore, Old Immortal also found his old acquaintance, hoping that they could take care of Wang Immortal when they met.
"That's good, I'll just trouble Master from now on,"
"Well, the master is not rich either. Your grandson is so good at eating, just one hundred taels a day, and we will make the final decision then."
"Uh," Lao Immortal really wanted to negotiate the price.
"I'm dead, I don't stay up late anymore, and I have acne on my face."
"Um, okay, Master still pays so much attention to personal image." At this moment, Lao BuSheng's mood was complicated. Firstly, Wang BuSheng was very safe now. Secondly, the expense was too great. I really hope that Wang BuSheng could get back his money. I can't afford to pay, and I will have to shamelessly refuse to pay in the future.
After putting down the phone, the drunkard also put down the third jar of wine and asked, "Master, how is that undead boy doing now?"
"There should be nothing wrong with your master."
"Do you need me to say hello?" In the eyes of others, the drunkard's actions are naturally the meaning of the Duke of Min.
"No need, children and grandchildren will have their own blessings, and what they fight for is theirs." Throwing away the chicken leg bone in his hand, the old man suddenly felt that what he said made sense.
You have to walk your own path in life. Gifts from others may be another kind of charity. Those who can defend themselves in times of adversity can become the pillars of the imperial court if they study. Those who forget in peace and happiness are not the guests of the golden list. Life is like a book, the beauty of its cover. Ugly, good or bad is given by your parents, the back cover of the book is commented by future generations, and the content in the middle is filled in by yourself. The person holding the pen is myself and not anyone else.
"You still have to rely on yourself in life," the old man said in conclusion, and then put down the chicken drumstick he had just picked up, "This foreign stuff is not very delicious. I have only eaten it for a few days and it is a bit boring."
It's basically fried food, but if you eat it every day, it's strange that you don't get tired of it.
"Yes, Master." The drunkard nodded in agreement, "I'm tired of seeing it."
"Why don't you throw it away and feed it to the dogs?"
"Well, forget it, Master, you should eat it. It's quite a waste if the dog eats it."
The status of humans is always a little higher than that of certain dogs. Dogs can eat shit if they have nothing to eat, but humans, well, actually can do that too.
Wang Busei woke up a little late. After all, he hadn’t had such a good rest in such a long time, and he didn’t have such good rest conditions. The bed was soft, the air was sweet, and the dreams were beautiful. A man’s sweet dream is undoubtedly with several people. The beautiful woman fucked the bed, so the king got extremely wet.
"The king is not dead, the king is not dead, you stinky boy, you still don't get up even at what time it is, how can I be my apprentice if you do this?".
The rich man's shout came from outside.
I feel full of energy and I saw that I slept soundly last night.
"Um," Wang Bushit woke up from his dream, looking at everything in the room blankly, and finally remembered where he was, "There's no food, and there's no beauty either,"
When you are a monk and you ring the bell, you have to fulfill your duties as a disciple when you are a disciple.
"Master, I'm here. Where did you buy your bed? It has the ability to make people sleep hard when they lie on it."
Wang Bu Sie obediently got off the bed and then left the house. At this moment, Fu Jia Fang had his hands on his hips and was still wearing last night's pajamas, showing his hairy calves. Well, what caught Wang Bu Sie's attention was not Fu Jia Fang's perfect figure, but Fu Jia Fang's perfect figure. It's the bow on the old man's head. Well, it's still red. The old man also has a girl's heart.
"You fart, that's the coffin you're still sleeping on. I'm disgusted by what you did so early in the morning, right?"
"Uh, flattering me on horse dung, and by the way I made myself sick." The embarrassment was swept away, and a spring-like smile appeared on Wang Busheng's face again. "Master, aren't I praising your family's good conditions?" "Why did you wake up so early? You didn't get enough sleep to nourish your skin."
"If you sleep every day, you won't earn money to eat. Even beggars have to clock in and go to work."
Rich Jia despised Wang Busheng's unmotivated behavior from the bottom of his heart.
"Well, okay, the early bird catches the worm, and the early beggar is the best beggar." The king finally became enlightened.
"Why are you still standing there, why don't you go cook," Fu Jia said angrily, "It's really not as good as raising you as a dog, and even worse than that old immortal."
"Master, don't scold grandpa like that, he is still better than a dog."
"I was scolding you."
"Yes, yes, well, that's not the point. The point is that there is food to eat."
To wash rice and light a fire, ordinary families still use the ground pot as the main cooking condition. After all, the food cooked with firewood is fragrant. The Ming Empire still has relatively few modern industries, so there is very little pollution, so there will never be pot stickers given to you by the environmental protection department. Put on seal.
You should eat a good breakfast, a full lunch, and a small dinner. I don’t know which expert came to this conclusion, but Wang Bushi abides by two-thirds of it. You need to eat a full breakfast, a full lunch, and a full dinner. Eat more. People in the Ming Empire did not eat breakfast. Those who could afford it had a relatively simple breakfast. Basically, they would not cook in a pot, just eat a steamed bun and drink some boiled water for breakfast. Of course, there were also breakfasts for wealthy families. There were seven bowls and eight dishes. Wang Bushi felt that this was very bad and would make people jealous to death.
As a beggar, how can you have the strength to beg if you don't have a full breakfast? This is the same as how you can lose weight if you have a full breakfast.
Fu Jia Yifang's breakfast is also very simple, a bowl of white rice and a few dishes of side dishes. The old man is getting old, and a bowl of rice is enough for him. But if Wang is not dead, well, he is still growing, so he should eat more.
Seeing Wang Busheng still unsatisfied after eating the third bowl of rice, the rich man's mouth twitched. The asking price was too low, so he should pay in advance. He didn't know if he could hold on to the one thousand taels for a month.
After eating and drinking, Rich A put on the same outfit as yesterday and said, "I'm going to work, do you want to come with me?"
"Um, okay, three hundred and sixty lines, including begging." It is still difficult to get rid of poverty and get rich by begging, and to enter the upper class society. Begging can only be used to maintain a daily schedule. As a time traveler, if Wang Budie continues on the road of begging, he will not be able to forgive himself. As a man There is always a need to dream.
"No, I'm not going," Wang Budie said decisively.
"That's good" It doesn't matter if you don't go, anyway, you have learned the method, one less person, one less penny, and a broken bowl, the rich party leaves the house happily and confidently.
"I'm leaving, remember to wash the dishes"
