How can there be so many turbulent waves and unlimited passion in life, how can there be so many flowers and full moons and quiet years? It is just that today is a multi-day life, and tomorrow is very likely to be today, or the next life will be the same day, wolves eat meat, Dogs eat shit, swallows return to their nests, and bears hibernate. It is nothing more than a survival instinct. There are not so many experiences in life that can be filmed into a hundred-episode TV series. The world is too big, everyone is dispensable, time will not stop because of you, and the world will not shed tears because of your departure. We are all too ordinary, so ordinary that we are no different from pigs, dogs, and Zhu Yan. Although Wang Busheng is the male protagonist, his current life is also the same. He is running around for food and clothing, and fighting for his so-called dreams.
The sun was shining and it was another beautiful day. The wealthy party got up very early, maybe because they were hit yesterday, so they wanted to go early to get a good seat. The early bird catches the worm, and the early beggar gets food.
This is a competitive position. If you don’t work hard, you will be overtaken by others. As an older person, technological innovation is somewhat difficult. The rich can only survive in such a competitive and promising career by being more diligent. Go down.
Wang Busheng didn't sleep well yesterday. The banknotes in his pants were only part of the reason. As a clean-loving young man with mysophobia, not taking a shower for several days was definitely a kind of torture for himself, and he was still worse than dead. That kind of thing, Wang Bushit lay down smelling the smell of his own sweat that night. He was a little disgusted by the smell. He tossed and turned, counting pigs, sheep, dogs, cats and cows, but he still couldn't fall asleep, as if his aunt was here. The poor girl scratched her heart and was very envious of the goodness of men. Wang Busheng was quite envious of the rich. It was such a blessing to be able to take a bath in such a hot summer. I want to think about it, but dreams are still dreams.
The door was pushed open, and there was no doubt that the wealthy party walked in.
Wang Bu Shou opened his eyes and saw Fu Jia's face very close to him. Wang Bu Shou could clearly see the eye droppings on the old man's face. Wang Bu Shou was startled and sat up from the bed in a whoosh, hugging him. He leaned against the corner with the sheets on his back and said, "Master, what do you want to do so early?"
Well, he was still covering his nose. Wang Bushi felt embarrassed and insulted.
There was no way the smell was too great, so Fu Jia Fang had no choice but to do so. Fu Jia Fang smiled and showed eight white teeth: "Good disciple, you're awake."
Showing courtesy for nothing, raping or stealing, calling him so disgusting, the old man's smile so cute, his attitude so wretched, he must be asking for something, and it was still at such a special moment in the morning. Wang Bushit held the sheets tightly, his eyes With tears in his eyes and a hint of determination, he refused.
"I would rather die than obey"
"Well" Fu A's face was full of doubts, "from what".
Seeing the innocence on Fu Jia's face, did he think wrongly? Well, there are more straight men in the world. There are too few people like Li Jincheng who like to be curved. It must be that the turbid air in the room has affected his brain. So much so that I always think of things that are inappropriate for children. It must be true that I have always been very pure. It is so pure that sanitary napkins have always been thought to be placed under the armpits to absorb sweat.
"It's nothing, I'm dreaming. Master, tell me if you have anything to do. Do you want to eat egg fried rice again? I'll get up and make it for you."
"Eat, eat, eat, you know how to eat. If you are just a loser, you can't have some pursuits in life," Fu A said righteously, with an expression that hates the iron.
"Well, if people don't have enough to eat, what's the point of talking about ideals? Well, try not to mess with older people."
"Yes, yes, master, what you said makes sense, so let's talk about ideals first."
"No, let's eat first, I'm a little hungry."
This time it was Wang Bushi's mouth that twitched, and the frequency was much faster.
It’s egg fried rice again. Although it hasn’t changed much, in the Ming Empire, only a very small number of people could eat egg fried rice in the morning. It's an honor for both of them to be one of these few people.
After eating and drinking well, the wealthy party is very satisfied and happy.
"Now we can talk about ideals."
After taking a mouthful of rice, Wang Bu said, "Okay, Master, I will listen to what you say."
"It's your turn to fart."
Wang Bu Shou's face was full of doubts. What ideals could he talk about? It's you who want to talk about life. At such an old age, there is no chance if we don't talk about life. It is estimated that no one is willing to talk about life with you.
"You are so young, why are you so forgetful?"
"Um, master, why don't you give me a hint?"
"Old man, I have to go to work today, do you have any ideas?"
"Um" Wang Bushit's face was full of shame. Sure enough, shamelessness can be inherited. The shamelessness of the old immortal should be inherited from the rich. Begging is also a job. This kind of shame will not be used even by beggars who have two houses in the future. I'm sorry to say that.
"You're talking about ways to increase your income."
"Yes, yes, I have to earn money to support myself these three days."
"You can't be a good man if you make enough food and clothing by yourself and rely on your parents to rely on the sky and the earth. Master, you are awesome." Wang Bushi couldn't help but raise his middle finger.
"Don't be envious of me. I'm just a legend. You've figured out a way. Please tell me quickly."
Wang Bushi had never begged for food in his previous life, including this one, so naturally he was not very proficient in the art of begging.
After thinking for a while, Wang Bushi said, "Master, it is still very slow to make money by begging. How about I teach you a new method?"
"New method" Rich Party A is very curious about "what method".
"touch porcelain"
In view of the good profits from yesterday's porcelain, Wang Busheng decided to generalize. Good things and experiences must be shared. This is the basis for the progress of a country and an era.
"What is touching porcelain?"
"Master, how is your skill?" Wang Busui asked. He was really hard when he was tough. Wang Busui was still very worried that the old man would not be able to succeed because he was really missing an arm and a few legs.
"There are no rivals in the world. I can humbly say that ten or eight people like you won't be a problem."
"Nah, I'm despised by an old man." Wang Bushi felt that his existence was just to give the old man a sense of superiority.
There was no danger of having a porcelain encounter, so Wang Busheng described the specific details of the porcelain encounter.
After hearing this, Rich A slapped his thigh with his big hand, "Humph, your method is obviously a lie. I, Rich A, am a person of integrity. I will never do anything illegal or disciplinary. I am not afraid of being shattered into pieces. I want to keep my innocence in the world." ".
"Well, begging for food means you have some backbone," Wang Bushu didn't understand the ancient values.
"This method doesn't work"?
"No," Rich Party A flatly refused, "I, Rich Party A, will not do anything illegal even if I starve to death."
If all people were as obedient and law-abiding as the old man, the world would have been peaceful a long time ago. Well, the values are different. Although he cannot agree with it, Wang Busheng cannot refute it and can only think of another way.
The 21st century is an era of information explosion, which improves not only people's living standards, but also the quality of life and the speed of information dissemination. Therefore, beggars, a very mysterious way of working and begging, are also familiar to everyone.
To comprehensively summarize the main ways of begging in the 21st century, there are the following.
The first type mainly takes advantage of everyone's sympathy. Most of these beggars have physical disabilities or defects, whether they are congenital or acquired, or they are artificially created by giving up their children to trap wolves, but this can be just right Be exploited.
The second type is to take the child to beg, taking advantage of everyone's sympathy for the child. The most common is to give the child some money to buy food for the child after not eating for several days. Generally, everyone will not refuse, and the success rate is very high.
The third type is stalking. In this method, you must be thick-skinned. The person who wants the face cannot do the job. He has sound limbs and is dangling in front of you. If you don't give him money, he will not leave.
The fourth type is near the red street lights on the highway. Most of them are older people. They stop in front of the car and refuse to let them go without paying.
The fifth type is that people in the family are sick and hospitalized and have no money to pay for medical treatment and are waiting for money to save their lives. This group of people are concentrated in relatively densely populated places or near hospitals. Basically, the beggars kneel down. This is different from the king who died yesterday. The method used is very similar, although there is no kneeling, the effect is very good.
The so-called beggars are not necessarily real beggars, nor are they beggars who really need help. Many people just want to get something for nothing and enjoy the benefits. After all, labor is hard, tiring and sweating.
Fu Jia's eyes stared at the immortal king with affection, like a wolf staring at its prey, waiting for the prey to relax its vigilance and bite him.
Being stared at like this, Wang Bushit felt chilled for a while. It felt really bad to be stared at by a dog. Wang Bushi's thoughts were running wild, and he finally came up with a method that was relatively new in the Ming Empire. Or pretend to be pitiful to gain sympathy.
"Master, I thought of it."
As soon as Wang BuSheng finished speaking, Fu Jia Fang excitedly held Wang BuSheng's arm and asked eagerly, "What can I do? Please tell me quickly."
For the profession of beggar, Rich A really likes it, and his love is so deep. No one can stick to one profession for a lifetime, and Rich A is a special case. If he can live another hundred years, he will probably still Will beg for food.
Wang Bu was speechless. With three hundred and sixty jobs, being a beggar is definitely not a promising job. If there were other options, few people would be willing to be a beggar. Of course, at such an old age, it would not be so easy for the old man to change his career. Need to change career.
"Master, let go of your hands. I think you are dirty. You didn't wash your hands when you came back from the toilet just now." Not washing your hands after going to the toilet is equivalent to eating shit indirectly. Wang Busui was very repelled.
"Well, I'm despised," the old man said innocently, then covered his mouth and nose, "You haven't showered in several days, the smell is even worse."
Wang Busheng's head was full of black lines, "Master, my head suddenly hurts, and I may not have thought of a solution at the moment."
"Although it smells very strong, it is masculine. Men bleed and sweat but not shed tears. How can a man who does not sweat be considered a man? A man who sweats is the most handsome, and a man who sweats is the cutest." Who said that old people's brains get rusty? Look, the old man's head can still turn very fast, so it's not a problem to play brain teasers.
"Master, I just like how you look so mean." After feeling comfortable, Wang Bushit said, "Master, I have thought of a way, but Master, you have to sacrifice yourself and you need to injure your legs."
"What, self-mutilating my legs? Isn't this a bit too much of an investment? I don't dare. If I had that innate condition, I would still use you to find a way." Fu Jiafang shook his head hurriedly.
The greater the investment, the greater the return. It is obvious that market economics has not been so popular in the Ming Empire. Wang Busheng hurriedly explained, "Master, don't be anxious. If you want to seize the market, the most important thing is scarcity and rarity. The competition is so huge." , indicating that there are still many people begging,”
"Nonsense, the streets were full of beggars yesterday. It's a shameless bunch."
"It seems that scarcity is impossible. Unless Master goes to the North Pole, we can only work on rareness. The method yesterday has been popularized, but in the final analysis, the methods of beggars are similar. They are nothing more than taking advantage of everyone's sympathy. People are inherently kind, they will cry when they encounter things that touch them, they will sympathize with those who are pitiful, and they will lend a helping hand to the best of their ability."
"You're not talking nonsense," Rich A's face was full of contempt, and he didn't get to the point after talking for a long time.
