A good man stands upright, and a good man must bravely venture into the world. A good man must be self-reliant, rely on his own hands to support himself and the family, and will not do anything illegal or disciplinary. Men must be responsible.
Fu Jia stood up, looked at the wall and whispered, "Without food and wine, there will be no food and wine. How can a living person suffocate to death? I feed myself."
Wang Bushit's face was full of contempt, "Master, you should speak louder, it's so low that the other side can't hear it."
On the one hand, Fu Jia didn't change his expression, his heart didn't beat, and his face didn't turn red. "The loud voice is a waste of energy."
"Well, you are older and you have a point."
The aroma from the pot has filled the small courtyard, and the rice is already cooked.
The rich man in his own family was not polite. He picked up his extra-large rice bowl, filled a bowl full of it, and started eating. It turns out that people's endurance is infinite, and they can bear any difficulty or pressure. For example, the rice without wine or vegetables was very delicious for the wealthy party. A bowl full of white rice disappeared at a speed visible to the naked eye.
"Master, why are you eating so fast? I want to make egg fried rice." Wang Busheng took out a few eggs from the house.
"Egg fried rice, what is egg fried rice?" has been around for so long, and this is the first time that a wealthy party has heard of egg fried rice.
"Egg fried rice, Master, you have never heard of it." Wang Busheng was very surprised. Could it be that he was original again.
The rich man shook his head,
"Well, okay, I accidentally became the founder of the sect," Wang Bushi explained, "As the name suggests, literally it means fried eggs and rice."
"Is it tasty"?
“Absolutely delicious”,
"Then what are you waiting for? Just do it quickly."
"Well, I'm giving you some knowledge."
Let’s start with egg fried rice, a product that Wang Bu Shei won numerous awards in his previous life. Egg fried rice is nothing more than oil and salt, and then add some chopped green onion. Of course, adding some ham sausage will have a better effect, but, well, ham sausage is a luxury There is no such thing as the Ming Empire.
I don’t know how many times I have made it, but to be honest, Wang Busheng still made it with his eyes closed. After a while, the aroma of egg fried rice wafted out, including the aroma of eggs, rice, and chopped green onions.
Fu Jia Fang greedily breathed in the aroma, then picked up his extra-large rice bowl again and filled a full bowl.
"Um. The old man has a really good appetite. He already has two big bowls."
"Well, it's so delicious and fragrant."
Seeing that his work was recognized, Wang Busui was still very happy, so he picked up the basin and started to eat. The conditions were limited, and the egg fried rice could not be made to the standard of a five-star hotel. It was full of color, flavor and shape, and ordinary people were not so Be particular about it. If you can eat it, it’s good. If it tastes good, it means celebrating the New Year.
"It's so delicious." Fu Jia couldn't help but praise him again while eating, "Wang Bu Si, you are not useless, you are still somewhat useful. It's not like I was sacrificing my own business when I agreed to take care of you."
"Ah, Master, you know the news about old age and immortality." Wang Bu Shou heard the meaning behind the words.
"Yeah, what's wrong?" Fu Jia was very surprised.
"Why didn't you tell me?"
"Did you ask me"?
"Well, I forgot to ask, then you arranged all this,".
"I'm not doing this just to get to know you better. Who knows what your character is?"
"Including apprenticeship"
"Yes, Lao Immortal said, as long as I accept you as my disciple, you will give me one thousand taels."
"Do you think I was sold, or I was just giving money away?"
It doesn’t matter. If someone wants it, it still shows that I am valuable. Many people want to sell themselves but no one wants them. Wang Busheng is still very proud. The haze of being sold is gone, and a smile appears on his face, "Master , is it worthwhile to accept me as your apprentice? Have you noticed that I exude a gentleman's virtues from head to toe, Huai Jin holds Yu, wealth cannot be lascivious, poverty cannot be moved, power cannot be surrendered, high-spirited and upright, white crane in the clouds, cultivating a man of the highest rank, The dense leaves cover the sky, the breeze knows the integrity, and the snow shows the sincerity. The radiance is endless, and it is really a role model for the younger generation of the Ming Empire."
The corners of Rich A's mouth twitched when he heard this. Not only was he pity for the bowl of rice in his hand, but Rich A wanted to put the bowl on Wang Bushit's head.
"Master, tell me quickly, you don't feel like you have picked up a treasure and made a fortune." Wang Busheng was very anxious.
The rich man finally couldn't bear it anymore and stood up, "What kind of grandpa will have what kind of grandson? The ancients have never deceived me. You are as shameless as that old man." He filled the rice bowl and entered the house. .
The old man is stinky and shameless. Wang Bu is sure. Could it be inherited from another generation? No wonder he blushes less often during this period. Seeing the rich man filling the third bowl of rice, Wang Bu is very envious, "You can really eat at such an old age." It is also a kind of happiness, being able to eat is a blessing, being able to eat for a while will not make you die.”
In order to cheer up the young people and prove that young people are no worse than old men, Wang Bushi reluctantly ate most of the remaining egg fried rice in his stomach. Not to mention eating white rice like this, it was definitely a luxury enjoyment.
After eating and drinking, and washing up, the rich man sat on the steps again with a teapot, looking at the sky, lamenting that life is short, and in the blink of an eye, a hundred years have passed, and in the blink of an eye, his hair is full of beautiful hair.
Wang Busheng sat on the side of Fu Jia's side. The bamboo dock was dust-free and the water was clear. He missed his loved ones across the city. The autumn clouds lingered and the frost flew late, leaving the withered lotuses listening to the sound of rain.
The breeze is bright and the sun is shining, and lotuses are growing every step of the way. I take my time to listen to the song "Nie Zheng Assassins the King of Han", sip a cup of Pu'er tea, look up at the distant sky, the Yuanjuan clouds are relaxing, and think about the strong love between you and me in front of the flowers and under the moon, and the lingering music of the piano. Is it in the spring when you are reluctant to leave, or are you sighing at the passing years, whether you are attached to the habit of a certain person's existence, or are you sad for a lifetime of inaction.
Youth must be born early, how can one grow into a young man? Wealth and honor are undesirable, and make people look good. When I was young, the yellow birds kept singing. For the sake of that endless light and that unfading youth, don’t give up, hero.
Looking at the rich man who was drinking tea, with a look of resentment on his face, like an infatuated and miserable young man who had been dumped a thousand and eight hundred times, Wang Bu Shou suddenly realized that everyone had their own stories, and they were all exciting.
"Master, what shall we have for dinner?"
The literati's sadness brewing on the wealthy side was disrupted, and his face was very unhappy, "You just think about eating as soon as you finish eating. If you are a foodie, you can't have some ideals and ambitions, protect your home and country, and save the people."
Is it okay for you to eat more than me? Wang Busheng looked puzzled, "Master, you are planning to make me rise up, and the emperor will take turns to do it. Come to my house this year."
"Uh, that's too sensitive." Rich A couldn't help but change the topic to "egg fried rice."
Sure enough, really delicious food will always be recognized by others, and you will never get tired of eating it.
Another pot of fried rice with eggs, the rich man ate it heartily and enjoyed himself very much.
"Master, I don't know how my grandpa is doing. I haven't heard from him for so long. I don't know if he will starve to death." Wang Bu Si was very worried. The old Bu Si's self-survival ability was really poor. It's not normal to starve to death.
For the first time, Rich Man did not go back to rest early. Instead, he sat under the stars and chatted with the hairless child. It was probably because there was no alcohol, and the elderly were prone to insomnia.
"Don't worry, that old boy should be living a comfortable life."
"Master, my grandpa usually doesn't wash his underwear by himself. I think there is a high possibility that he will starve to death."
"You think too much, he is doing well now."
"Really, I was on the phone with him last night, and I heard he was eating chicken," Fu A replied.
"What, what, what, let's talk on the phone." Wang Busheng was very surprised. Finally got the point.
"Yeah, what's wrong,".
Wang Bu Die was speechless. A person who made a living by begging actually owned a high-tech equipment like a mobile phone. Wang Bu Die was very ashamed. He was not even as good as a beggar. No, he had always been worse.
"Master, didn't you expel Lao Immortal from the master? Why are you still in contact with him?" As a person who was expelled from the master, he naturally made a mistake. Naturally, he is not welcomed by the master and wants to eat his flesh and drink. His blood makes me sleepless at night when I hear about him, and my appetite is affected when I hear his voice. This is routine operation, and it is obvious that the wealthy party is very unreasonable.
"Why can't I contact him? Once I am a teacher, I will always be a father. When I die, I still need him to carry the coffin."
Wang Bu Shou really wanted to tell Fu Jia Yifang, "Now the Ming Empire practices cremation. It's a square shape, not too big or too small, and your daughter can carry it. You don't need a coffin or anything like that. It's too expensive and wastes money. Water burial is a must." In particular, it is necessary to understand. I heard that some experts have proposed tree burial. As a good young man and a builder of modernization, Wang Busheng feels that he needs to help promote it."
It's just that the older generation still insisted on leaving as they came. They were burned beyond recognition, eaten by fish and shrimps, and absorbed by big trees. I guess the old man's little heart couldn't bear it.
I heard Fu Jia continue to say, "Old Immortal said he couldn't lift it alone, and said you were strong, otherwise I wouldn't have agreed to accept you as my disciple."
"Um. It turns out there is a story in the recruitment of disciples." Wang Busheng blushed a little. He thought that he was plump and had a strange body. He was a rare martial arts prodigy in the martial arts world. If he missed it, he would regret it for the rest of his life. How could he have thought about himself? What is favored is strength, and it is also strength that is likely to be useful. People who are determined to be intellectual workers are eventually regarded as coolies. Wang Bushu feels that he has been insulted, just like marrying a daughter-in-law. It turns out that the groom is interested in her. To marry his mother-in-law, the bride just buys one and gets one free.
"Master, I still have other advantages."
"Well, yes, the egg fried rice is quite good." Fu Jia nodded in agreement.
Wang Busheng's face was very dark. This was still physical labor. "Master, there are other things, such as moral character."
"Character," Fu A scratched his head, obviously praising Fu A for being very good at it. After thinking for a long time, he finally came up with the word "handsome".
This is moral character. Wang Busui is very worried about the old man's cultural level. In any profession or in any circle, culture is the primary productive force. It is difficult for the old man to become famous in the circle of beggars, but Wang Bushui also listens to it. happy,
"Haha, Master, you are really wise and discerning. You like to tell the truth. You don't want to tell me that I am good-looking. People who don't know think that Master, you are just selling melons and bragging about yourself."
Wang Bushit smiled so exaggeratedly that a sleeping bird on a tree in the yard was awakened and pooped to show dissatisfaction.
The rich man's mouth twitches, and it seems that the number of twitches has increased significantly. People, what is bad about inheritance? It has to be inherited shamelessly, and it is also inherited across generations and boundaries.
"Well, that's about it. It's not good to disturb others so late at night." Fu Jia Yifang carefully looked at the wall next door. Fortunately, no knife flew over.
"Well, can I give Lao Immortal a call?"
"No, the fee is in arrears."
"You can charge it."
"I have no money".
"You have money. You have so much left over from buying chickens yesterday."
"That's how much I paid for the coffin."
Well, the meat bun beats the dog and is snatched away by the old man. If he wants to take money from the rich party, it is tantamount to fighting the dog for food. It will definitely be a bloody battle.
Why don't you take some of it yourself? After all, it's only five thousand taels, but after thinking about it, let it go. The one who sees it will have a share, and the one who sees it may not get his own share. I heard the rich man said that he was living a good life. Moreover, the old immortal's mobile phone is not in arrears, which means that he is not starving to death, and he does not need to worry.
"Wang Bu Die, you have to remember that what you get is yours. Only when you are strong will others look up to you. Any gift from anyone, even if it is what you deserve, is also a kind of charity."
The old man, who just now was still indifferent and only knew how to eat, suddenly said such words with profound philosophy of life, which made Wang Bushit feel very uncomfortable. The old man was also stunned!
"Master, what do you mean?"
"You may not understand it now, but you will understand it one day. Remember what I said, people must rely on themselves to become strong."
After saying that, Fu A went back to the room.
Wang Bushi recalled these words confidently. Could it be that the old man saw his identity in time travel and was bound to have a career of his own in the Ming Empire and leave behind achievements that could shine on the world? As expected, outstanding people cannot keep a low profile anywhere. .
"Master, wait a moment, let me borrow your bathtub to take a bath."
"If you don't want to borrow it, I think you're dirty."
"Uh, isn't it just because I'm dirty? I won't get pregnant if I borrow the bathtub, so there's nothing to worry about."
"Get out of here, the bathtub is like your own wife, you can't just borrow it."
"Well, there are actually people who spend their lives in the bathtub. It's strange for the old man."
With his dirty and smelly body, Wang Bushit answered the question of his own room, and he already felt a little disgusted with himself.
