Like father, like son. In terms of genetics, a son will inherit my advantages and will not lose his shortcomings. If I like to go out and fool around at night, naturally my son will not be any better. Lao Xie, who had always been very talkative, could not answer the conversation at this moment. After all, this was an internal matter between the father and son. Even if his son was no longer a thing, it was not suitable for outsiders to speak and express their opinions.
Xie Xiangrong is still very disappointed with his son. He has learned nothing since he was a child and cannot memorize the Four Books and Five Classics, even the Three-Character Classic. He basically does nothing except causing trouble every day. Even though his son is a bit of a bastard, But it’s also a hundred years later. Xie Xiangrong has always been worried about his son's survival. The money at home is enough for his son to squander, but after he leaves, he has no official position and no position. How can he keep his family property? Whenever he thinks of his son, Xie Xiangrong sighs. Mostly.
You use the word "father" as the price and demand unscrupulously, and he uses the word "father" as a reward, regardless of all efforts. Parents are always selfless to their children, regardless of good or evil, right or wrong. The villain Xie Xiangrong, the same goes for Li Sushou
He returned to the bedroom angrily. Also awake was Mrs. Xie, who was like a wolf in her thirties and a tiger in her forties. Mrs. Seeing Xie Xiangrong come back so late, he had a bad attitude and asked, "Tell me, is the old man going out to fool around again?"
Well, it was not only Hao Liande, the only eunuch of the Ming Empire, who was shot innocently, but also Lao Immortal. The old man is also very innocent.
"I didn't," Xie Xiangrong hurriedly argued, "I went to work. There are a lot of things these days."
"Tch, who are you fooling? You will work overtime without overtime pay. This is not your style." Naturally, Mrs. Xie, who knew her husband very well, felt that her husband's behavior was unbelievable. , if their labor cannot be paid, how many people will be willing to work hard.
"Madam, you can't say that. I am still somewhat conscious and work very seriously. In the past few years that I have been the prefect of Songjiang, Songjiang Prefecture has developed rapidly." In the early days of the establishment of the Ming Empire, it was still very common for people to starve to death, but now it is rare. Speaking of the changes in Songjiang Mansion, Xie Xiangrong is still very happy. After all, Songjiang Mansion is under his own governance. The changes that just happened,
"Just pull him down. I have a penny relationship with you, and you know what you can do for the people by lying on a woman's belly all day long."
The current development of Songjiang Mansion is purely the result of inaction. If Xie Xiangrong had been more diligent, it might have developed worse.
"Uh, okay, what Madam said is true." Xie Xiangrong was speechless. He looked at his wife, whose face was full of anger. The key was that she was taller and stronger than him, so he gave up the idea of continuing to quibble. The consequences of irritating his wife would be disastrous.
Suddenly Mrs. Xie asked loudly, "Tell me, why did the golden peacock on your clothes turn into a quail?"
The Ming Empire was a hierarchical society, and officials at each level embroidered different things on their clothes. For example, Xie Xiangrong's fourth-grade prefect embroidered three golden peacocks. Of course, gold was not gold. Zhu Xiluo was not as heroic as his ancestor Zhu Yuanzhang. And Li's fake ninth-grade Sesame Officer can only be embroidered with a quail.
The obvious gap in the clothes made Mrs. Xie see clearly. Lifting Xie Xiangrong's collar, Mrs. Xie threatened in a very bad tone, "Xie Xiangrong, if you don't give me a reasonable explanation, your death will be tonight. I will make your death clear."
"Ah, madam, I misunderstood, I misunderstood," Xie Xiangrong hurriedly explained, "These clothes were made by Li Dangzuo, the criminal director, who paid for the official position."
"Okay, Xie Xiangrong, I thought you only liked women, but now you are also interested in men, and Li Jingzuo is so ugly, so you can actually do it."
The old man who was eating chicken kept sneezing and smiled at the drunkard beside him and said, "That boy must be thinking about me."
"Oh, master, don't say anything. Hurry and take cover. There are enemies in the grass ahead," the drunkard said anxiously.
"Oh, yes, master takes action and must take him down."
After listening to Xie Xiangrong’s explanation, Mrs. Distribution, it can be seen from this that Mrs. Xie is a professional. He has become so good at slapping his face that he can do it with ease, just like a butcher undressing an ox.
"Madam, I am wronged, I am wronged, Li Xingzuo and I are innocent, there is nothing." Xie Xiangrong hurriedly begged for mercy. Men are not men, and dignity is not important. If it were not for being carried by his wife, Xie Xiangrong would have wanted to kneel down. He said, he is a straight man, and the girls he likes are all eighteen-year-old girls. Anyone over twenty-five will affect his interest. Xie Xiangrong is not interested in a man, even if his national husband Liang Chaoxian is standing in front of him. It won't be hard, it's a matter of principle.
"You are unjust, hahaha, what a joke. If there is anything you, an old glass man, can't do, I would have discovered that you are not serious." Mrs. Xie snorted coldly.
"Madam, I am really wronged. I am even more wronged than Dou E."
"And Dou E, okay, Xie Xiangrong, you are so brave now that many people are playing together. Who else is there besides Li Fangzuo, the old immortal Dou E, and the bitchy hoof of Dou E?" It is obvious that Mrs. Xie is not a fan. People who read books.
"Uh" Xie Xiangrong wanted to cry. Should I popularize Dou E's story to my wife? I guess time doesn't allow for it, "Madam, without Dou E, it's just the two of us."
"Okay, you admit it, and you still said no"
"No, no, what did I admit?" Xie Xiangrong was really crying now.
"Don't explain it. I haven't done it for three days. Xie Xiangrong, you can do it. I am as beautiful as a flower and you don't want to play with me. You went to play with a man. Unfortunately, I tell you that you are dead today. Just pray." Facing the door Madam Wai Xie greeted, "Xiao Cui, bring me my mace, madam, and I will loosen the bark for the master."
"Okay, ma'am," Xiao Cui replied happily. The happiest thing in the world is for the madam to teach the master a lesson. It's better than the TV series.
We can learn a profound lesson from Li Dingzuo and Xie Xiangrong. A man must not mess with the relationship between men and women, and if he is not able to withstand beatings, he should not find a wife with explosive strength, otherwise he will die miserably.
"Sister Leng, please listen to my explanation. I am really innocent." Wang Busheng was also explaining.
The most unjust thing is that Wang Busui is dead. Unlike Xie Xiangrong and Li Sushou, they are not good people, but Wang Busui is really just taking a bath. He never expected to meet the anti-pornography gang.
"No need to explain, I don't mind." He answered coldly, his tone was very calm, and he didn't look angry at all. Of course, there is no woman in his heart who doesn't mind. The key is that he looks so good, so he will be very unsure of himself.
Should Wang Busheng raise his glass and sing loudly for having such an enlightened daughter-in-law?
"Sister Leng, I can swear that I am still a virgin." Although it was a bit embarrassing, Wang Busheng had to tell the truth.
"Is it important? I can't tell, and it won't bleed." After saying this, it was obvious that Leng Bingbing's face was flushed. This is the case for children who have been educated in feudal ethics. They are still ashamed to say explicit words.
"Well, I also want to bleed." Unable to explain, Wang Budie could only silently endure this unreasonable disaster. By the way, he greeted the eighteenth generation of Li Suzuo's ancestors.
"Sister Leng, do you have a place to stay?" Wang Bushi asked.
Leng Bingbing shook his head, "No,"
"Okay, let me go. I just recognized a master recently, and he belongs to the homeowner family."
"Master"?
"Yes, an old man."
On the way, Wang BuSie recounted his experiences of the past few days. Leng BingBing's experience of the past few days was still very simple. After returning the deposit, he began to look for Wang BuSie. It was not until Wang BuSie was arrested today that he found him. It was obvious that this time Li Sushou was still there. Part-time Yuelao.
When I returned to Fu Jia's house, the door was unlocked and the lights in the house were still on. Wang Busheng pushed open the door and left.
Seeing someone coming, Fu Jia reacted quickly and jumped forward, lying on the table with his whole body in large letters.
"Um, Master, what kind of posture are you doing? It's a newly created unique martial arts." Wang Bushi teased.
"Go away, you brat. You don't know how to knock on the door when you enter. The old man is so old and his brain cells are not enough. What is the purpose of studying that thing?" Seeing that it was the king who was not dead, Fu Jia stood up and said with a smile, "Apprentice, look, how much the master made today."
Sure enough, after the wealthy party stood up, the table was full of silver. Although there was no more than five taels of silver, it was not a small amount. It should be almost more than a hundred taels.
"Master doesn't have much, just a hundred and ten taels." The last time I earned more than a thousand taels, I have to say that this is a big gap. The old man looked up at the existence.
"What do you know, kid? One hundred taels is also the hard-earned income of being a teacher. You don't know that my leg was bent for a day and it was almost useless. This method cannot be used in the future and it is easy to amputate." I thought of taking off my pants. At that moment, his legs turned purple and were so numb that he lost consciousness. The old man was a little scared.
Well, this old man is so sincere that he even tied his legs for a whole day. Don't you know that he can secretly loosen them and take a ten-minute break when asking for food? It's really lucky that the old man's legs are not broken after being tied for so long. As a result.
"Master, amputation is just right, so you don't have to tie your legs every day," Wang Bushit said with a smile. You have to be willing to kill yourself to bring down the emperor. If you want to stay in the begging industry, you have to sacrifice something, such as some of your own organs.
"Bah, bah, bah, shut your crow mouth. This method can't be used anymore. It's easy to get hurt. Besides, those stinky and shameless beggars have started stealing lessons again. In the afternoon, there will be beggars like me." Thinking of this, Fu Jia One party was furious and angrily scolded "a bunch of stinky, shameless, stinky beggars who gave birth to a son without holes in their eyes."
"Well, the patents of the Ming Empire without intellectual property rights cannot be protected." This is something that time traveler Wang Budie can't do anything about.
"Master, don't get angry with those ignorant people. Tomorrow I will think of a way to ensure that you earn more." He was very sad to see the rich man who had lost hope for the future. Wang Bushit could only be comfort.
"It's because I gave birth to a son without eyesight. You kid didn't pay attention to what I said." He collected the silver pieces piece by piece, and then looked at Wang Busheng. Fu Jiafang said, "Think quickly, master can't wait any longer."
"Um, Master, I can't wait. Are you going to drive west?" The old man's body was very clear. Could it be that if he lived for a long time, he would become an immortal and be able to calculate his own destiny. The difference is less than one second.
"Bah, bah, bah, you idiot, did you say that to your master? I have something to do and I have to go on a long trip." He waved, "Come here, kid. Don't say that Master is an iron rooster. The method is yours. Anyone who sees it has a share, and Master can't treat you badly."
"Haha, it's true, Master, I have mine too," Wang Busui was still surprised that the old man was so generous. Xiaopao walked up to Fu Jia and stretched out his hands. Note that there were two hands.
I saw Fu Jia rummaging through his clothes for a long time, then took it out and threw it into Wang Bushu's hands.
Wang Bu Shou looked down and said, "It's just one penny."
