As the culprit of everything, Wang Bushi didn't feel guilty at all. Looking at the huge sum of five thousand taels in his wallet, Wang Bushi was so happy that the corners of his mouth were pulled behind his ears. After counting it five times to confirm that it was a lot of money, Wang Bushi carefully hid the banknote in his bedroom. If a wealthy person sees it, he will be turned into his wife.
With a huge sum of five thousand taels, Wang Busheng suddenly felt that he had escaped poverty and became rich, and his waist straightened up. People who are poor have short ambitions, but when they have money, they have enough confidence and confidence.
No matter in which era or country, money is the standard for measuring everything. Being rich means having status. People without money will only be represented by others. Whether we like it or hate it, money is an important part of our lives. It is an indispensable thing that brings you joy and laughter. Of course, rich people also have pains. How to spend so much money.
Wang Busui also has worries when he has money. Of course, it is not about how to spend the money, but that he suddenly feels that the place where he hides his money is not safe. He always has a feeling that he is being missed by thieves. The young man is so handsome, which girl wouldn't? His heart was moved, so Wang Busui took out the silver again and hid it in another place. Over and over again, he felt unsafe anywhere, so Wang Busui put the silver note in the pocket of his pants again. The only one who is safest is oneself. At such an old age, the rich man should no longer be animalistic. He finally feels at ease. Maybe this is the pain of the nouveau riche who suddenly made a fortune.
Make a fire to cook. People who are hungry are very diligent.
After a while, Fu Jia also came back. It was obviously very different from the high-spirited image he had when he went out all morning. His hair was messy, a piece of his beard had fallen off, and his clothes were also covered with ashes. There was also a footprint on his butt, which was obvious. The footprints were not kicked by the wealthy party, and none of the three legs would bend.
"Master, what happened to you? You were robbed by evil people." Of course, the rich man changed his gender and Wang Busui would never have such doubts after seeing such a bad appearance. After all, no middle-aged woman would like an old man over a hundred years old.
"What nonsense are you talking about? Have you ever seen anyone rob a beggar? How unethical must he be to do such a stupid thing as giving birth to a child with no holes in his heart?" The rich man was angrily,
"Well, there was one yesterday. You've seen him before, the young man in brocade clothes." The person who turned into gray will be known to the king even if he is not dead. People who often rob him of his money will be remembered by the king forever.
"You mean that boy from the Xie family? Forget it. He is so ugly as God's punishment for him. Gods will also leave a way for people to survive."
Think about it, that young man is indeed unsatisfactory in appearance. How can everything in life go as planned? God has opened a window for you, and the door will naturally close. In Feng Shui, the ancients often humanized their residences and shaped their homes into shapes. As the body, water is the vein, the earth is the flesh, the wood is the hair, the house is the clothing, and the door is the crown. There is also the first evil in Yangzhai - the wind in the hall, also called the wind in the hall.
That is to say, the front door faces the window. If a gust of wind passes from the door directly through the hall and out of the window, it will blow all the way to the bottom. In such a Yangzhai, the family will be in ruins, lose money, and have no success in career. The family members will do everything in a hurry, and they will not leave anyone behind, both men and women. Loss, the appearance of eating and drinking, is prone to disease. It can be seen that God also studied in the Central Plains of China and learned Feng Shui Yin and Yang. He can open windows but will never leave doors open.
Wang Bushi felt that what Fu Jia said was reasonable. After being pregnant for ten months and going through all kinds of hardships, there was no reason to throw away the baby even if it grew old.
"Then Master, what's wrong with you?" Wang Busheng was even more curious. Could it be that the Songjiang Prefecture of the Ming Empire really had a middle-aged woman with special habits?
"Do you think those beggars have no professional ethics?" The anger that Fu Jia had just calmed down was ignited again.
"Um, what do you think?" He brought out a bowl of tea and Wang Bushit said, "Master, don't be in a hurry, drink a cup of tea first and speak slowly."
After drinking the tea, Fu Jia threw the teacup on the ground angrily. Fortunately, the ground was a dirt road, and the porcelain firing craftsmanship of the Ming Empire was excellent. It didn't break, but I only heard the rich person say, "Didn't we make a lot of money by working together yesterday?"
"It's mainly your own contribution, okay? Your role is only equivalent to a film and television prop. Okay, Master Tian Da Di is the greatest. Just do it if you want." Wang Bu Shou nodded, "Master, it's mainly your contribution. I'm just making soy sauce." of".
"What is soy sauce and can it be eaten?" Fu Jiafang was full of doubts.
"Well, isn't it? It's a business opportunity." Wang Busheng couldn't explain. "It means that I am just an insignificant existence, and all the credit belongs to the master."
"Don't say that, you still have a little bit of credit."
"Uh, okay, you're older, satisfy your need to show off." With a calm expression on his face, Wang Bushit continued, "Master, these are all small details, you tell the important points."
After clearing his throat, the rich man continued, "Guess what happened when I went out on the street today?"
Wang Bu Die's head was covered with black lines. This was a question and an answer, but he didn't know it. Wang Bu Die helplessly shook his head.
Rich A asked and answered himself, and slapped his thigh, "The streets are full of beggars, and they all work in pairs. Do you think it's irritating or not? When did the beggars work together? What's even more irritating is that it's all you." That kind of rhetoric didn’t even change the home address.”
"Well, news about the Ming Empire spread so fast. I wonder if the Ming Empire has a patent protection law. If you abuse it, you can be fined 30 to 70 cents."
"This group of stinky and shameless people actually learned from us secretly. They are a group of people who have no holes in their children." The richer one said, the angrier they became, and spittle flew everywhere.
Wang Bushi wanted to remind Rich A that there are still problems for beggars to have children. There are still very few girls who want to marry beggars these days. Giving birth is even more difficult, but except for Wang Budie's previous life, none of those beggars were millionaires.
However, when he saw that Fu A was fuming and about to faint, Wang Bushi resisted the idea of popularizing physiological knowledge for Fu A. He fainted and gave Fu A artificial respiration. Wang Bushi was still very stressed. of.
He took a step forward in disgust, spitting star drops on his mouth, and kissed her indirectly. Wang Busheng advised, "Master, don't let go of your anger with those guys who don't have holes in their eyes."
"It's about giving birth to a child without holes."
"Yes, yes, it means giving birth to a child without holes," the old man could really be serious. Wang Bushu could only console him, "Master, wait until I think of a better way, then go to the streets to beg for food."
"Okay, what can I do?" the old man said in a hurry.
"Well, Master, I haven't thought of it yet." Going to the toilet has been brewing for a long time. How can I say that the solution comes to mind as soon as it comes to mind?
"Then hurry up, I'm waiting in a hurry."
"You deserve it." I heard a voice coming from the other side of the wall, "Don't show shame at such an old age, and still imitate others to beg for food."
Wang Bushit looked at the rich side, and then at the wall. The rich side remained silent, full of embarrassment.
Wang Bushi’s kind reminder. "Master, she is calling you shameless",
"I heard it." Fu Jia Fang said as he stroked his messy beard with a nonchalant look on his face.
"Master, you can tolerate this, but my apprentice can't stand it anymore." Wang Busheng didn't realize that the rich man had such a good temper. Could it be that there was the old man's confidante next door.
"Well, take a step back and the world will be brighter. Angry people are not good and their life span will be shortened easily."
The king humiliates the minister and dies. The master is insulted and the apprentice cannot bear it. The main reason for being hot is because he is rich now. Da Ze helps the world. Rich people always have to help others, such as the rich person who is bullied. .
"Hey, who are you calling shameless? Why am I shameless? What's wrong with being a beggar? Three hundred and sixty lines. Begging is also a profession. You don't steal or rob, you don't say anything and you don't lie. It's also the income of your own labor. It is also self-reliance and relying on one’s own hands to support oneself, and being a beggar is also honorable.” Wang Bu Shou shouted loudly while holding his throat.
Fu Jiafang looked at Wang Busheng strangely, his face full of confusion, "Why are you trying to imitate my voice?"
"Well, Master, your voice is nice, penetrating and intimidating." Wang Busheng explained.
As soon as Wang Bushi finished his words, a voice came from the next door, a sneer: "Haha, begging is also a profession. The upper and lower classes, beggars belong to which class, when did beggars become a high-level and promising career, self-reliance, Feed yourself, this sentence is really ridiculous. If you were expected to beg for food to feed yourself, you would have starved to death long ago, and grass would have grown on your grave."
It makes sense. Begging is really not a job worth showing off. Although Zhu Yuanzhang, the founding emperor of the People's Republic of China, also had to do alms, it was called alms. Zhu Xiluo also had to do alms, but the book said it was about experiencing the sufferings of the people. Well Well, it’s not good to be a beggar. Wang Busheng couldn’t refute it, so he turned his attention to the wealthy side.
"Well, Master, she is scolding you for being old and immortal."
"Shut up." Rich A's side heard it. This kid was digging a hole for himself. "You want to kill me?"
"Well, the old man is also afraid of death." Looking at the wall next door, Wang Busheng asked curiously, "Master, there is also a master next door."
"Yes, master". Fu Jia nodded in agreement.
It is very contradictory to have a master as a neighbor. Basically, thieves and thieves will not patronize you, and personal safety is guaranteed. However, having such a neighbor is also very stressful. If you disagree, you will be beaten and beaten. You can't beat him, so you can only swallow your anger, or you can move. Seeing the way the wealthy party is willing to compromise, Wang Busei can be sure that the person living next door is definitely a master who is even more powerful than the old man. "Master, it's wrong to live with such a master." It’s very stressful, let’s move.”
"Just shut up." Fu Jiayi's tone was very bad, and his mood was even worse. There is always a feeling that something bad is happening.
Sure enough, another female voice came from outside the wall, "Since you are so capable, old man, Master said that you can handle the food and drinks for these three days by yourself."
"Ah, no, Jinghao." As expected, men also have a sixth sense. The rich man became anxious and said, "Jinghao, listen to my explanation, that's not what I said."
"Master said, if I don't listen to your explanation, the explanation will be a cover-up, the cover-up will be the truth, and the truth will be punished."
The rich man was disheartened and had a dead fish look on his face.
"Who lives next door to the master?" Wang Buzi was very curious and asked in a low voice. Of course, Wang Buzi was not afraid of the neighbors hearing him. He was thick-skinned and could withstand beatings.
"My daughter"
"Well, your daughter, master, you also have a wife."
"You fart, why can't I have a wife?" Carrying on the family line is everyone's obligation and responsibility, and the rich are no exception. If someone like Lao Shisheng never marries, he should be allowed to try the ten tortures of the Qing Dynasty to let him know that as a man, he must fuck a man. thing.
"Haha, I thought Master had always followed the path of a boy, the kind who couldn't lose his virginity." Wang Bushit smiled awkwardly.
"If I don't cultivate my moral character, I still have to marry a wife."
"Where is the master's wife? I should go and pay my respects." The ancients paid attention to etiquette, and Wang Busheng also planned to learn from it. I heard that there would be a red envelope for the first meeting.
"I'm over a hundred years old. Do you think your wife can still be here? Are you disgusting with me?" The wealthy party was very angry.
"Uh. I always thought that Master, you are just an old cow eating young grass."
"Can you shut up? I'm a serious person."
It’s obvious that the old man’s outlook on life and values are somewhat distorted. How can it be improper for an old cow to eat young grass? Love does not distinguish between race, gender, and age. This is something that the wealthy party did very wrong. Wang Bushi really wanted to talk to him about his feelings. The older man was more mature and more flavorful. Of course, seeing the old man's face breathing fire, Wang Bushit couldn't hold it back.
"Master, how about I go to Senior Sister to explain."
"Sister"?
"next door"
"No need, men must have backbone."
