Every item, including people, has its value. Some are worth thousands of gold, and some are as cheap as a piece of grass. Obviously the rich side is not worth nine.
"What?" Fu Jia was furious and felt that he had been insulted. "Old man, I was tired and sweating, but I just gave him one. Are you going too far? You are such a bully to the elderly. You are abusing me. You are bullying me." working class"
"Twenty-eight" stretched out his finger, and Wang Bushu pointed at the wealthy party, "Two for you, eight for me. This is the highest price I offer. If you don't agree, I will go to the street to buy it myself."
"Twenty-eight, a little less, good disciple, a little more."
"Liu Mei, let's go and sell it on the street by ourselves."
"Oh, don't, don't, 28 is 28, young people just don't have the patience, Master is the one who cares about the little money."
Money can make the devil push the wheels, and it is obvious that the price of the devil is relatively low on the rich side. Fu Jia did not stop and walked out with Liu Mei carrying the jelly beans.
While the market has not yet been fully opened, everyone still has a sense of freshness. If you make more, you can sell more. So you and Leng Bingbing went to the streets to buy some more necessities, and then started your own plan to make money.
This period of time is the happiest time of the old age. Basically, I live a life of eating, sleeping, eating, and playing a few games in between. Not to mention how comfortable this life is, I wouldn't change it for a god.
"Drunkard, why haven't I heard from that kid during this time?"
Because alcoholics have no children, no wives, concubines, etc., their lives are relatively simple. They are either drinking or on the way to drinking again. Fortunately, the alcohol content in the Ming Empire is relatively low, which is equivalent to that of the 21st century. Beer won't make you stupid.
The drunkard put down the wine jar, wiped his mouth with his arm, and said, "Master, didn't you talk to Master on the phone a few days ago? Wang Busheng is doing well."
"How many times have I told you, don't do such unhygienic things in front of me, it will affect your teacher's appetite." The old man said with disgust, and then dropped the half chicken leg in his hand.
"Well, as I get older, mysophobia becomes more serious." The drunkard had no choice but to pick up a towel and wipe his arms.
"I see this kid every day, but I always feel a little annoyed by this kid, but after not seeing him for a long time, I miss him a little bit. Man, I am really old, and there are too many things that I can't let go of." Lament that life is short and there are still a few hundred years left. Cherish the present and don’t just think about yesterday and tomorrow.
"Master, you are not old, not at all. Your appetite is still so good. You can eat three chickens in one meal." The drunkard hurriedly comforted him. It's just that he may have been drinking, and his emotional intelligence has dropped a bit. As the saying goes, you are not old if you can eat, dog. In fact, it is quite edible. Of course, it cannot be ruled out that it is a genetically low emotional intelligence, otherwise it would not be impossible to marry a wife.
"You are dissing me for eating too much", the old man stretched out his hand. As long as the drunkard dares to say a word, this slap will undoubtedly hit the drunkard's face. It will be regarded as a workout. After a long time Yes, people always need to exercise.
"Uh, Master, you're overthinking. How come you're eating too much? You only have three chickens in one meal, but today's emperor can eat five pork knuckles in one meal."
"Oh, that's right. It's not good to eat meat all the time."
Wiping away the cold sweat that had not broken out, the drunkard felt a palpitation in his heart. Fortunately, his IQ was online at the moment.
"Snapped"
Does the voice sound familiar?
That's right, the drunkard was beaten, and he covered his face in grievance. The drunkard asked, "Master, did I say the wrong thing?"
"No"
"Then why did you hit me?"
"Master still needs a reason to beat you."
"Uh, haha, aren't I afraid of hurting Master's hand? Let's see, let's see, is it hurt?" He put down his hand, and the drunkard's grievance disappeared. Then he put on a very mean expression, which shows that anyone, regardless of status or age, always has a meanness in their heart.
"Don't touch me, I'm not interested in men"
"Master, you mean you are interested in women." The drunkard slapped his chest, "Tell me, Master, who do you like? I will tie you up as your apprentice."
"Gungungun, I'm so old, how can I act like a little girl?"
"It turns out that the master likes older people, and he dare not resign. The master's needs are the pursuit of the apprentice. Since the master is older, the apprentice will naturally have to be satisfied." The drunkard thought in his heart and said, "Master, there is a chef in the Duke's mansion. Mother, she is over sixty years old, but she is still upright and her charm is still there, otherwise,"
"Shut your stinky mouth, and if you push me harder, I'll beat you to death."
"Well, it's natural for a master to beat his apprentice," the drunkard obediently shut his mouth.
Picking up the chicken legs, the old man took a few more bites. Feeling that they were tasteless, he threw them into the bowl again, wiped them, and turned on the computer.
"Master's appetite is very good, so there is no chance that he can't eat anything left." The drunkard has no father or mother since he was a child. He doesn't know if he has any uncles or aunts who have taken over his family's property. This is similar to the experiences of Wang Busheng and Liu Mei, but the orphans Undoubtedly, later he joined the army, and by chance, he took the immortal as his teacher, and he became what he is today. If it were not for the immortal, the drunkard would probably have become a pile of bones like thousands of sergeants. Fortunately, he would have survived. They will only spend their old age miserably with poor wages. Because of the existence of the immortal, the life of the alcoholic has been completely changed. Therefore, he really respects the immortal and the alcoholic.
Concerned, "Master, if you miss him, I can bring him over to see you." He, of course, was referring to Wang Immortal,
"No," Old Immortal refused hastily, "No, trying to encourage others will only harm him. The road must be walked slowly, and financial resources and connections must be accumulated slowly."
"But,"
"There is no but, this can be regarded as the agreement between me and the Duke."
A loud knock on the door interrupted the conversation between the two people in the room.
"Who?" asked the drunkard.
"Young Master, I am the young one. The eldest young master wants to see the Immortal Master in the outer room." There was a sound outside.
"Wait a moment." The drunkard looked at the old immortal and said, "Master, do you see me?"
"Some things have to be faced, and some people cannot be rejected even if they don't meet each other. You go out and let them in." Old Immortal said, his tone was very calm, but also filled with all kinds of emotions, with thousands of thoughts and mixed feelings.
The drunkard walked out, and Wang Jizu walked in not long after. He was different from the past, wearing a green gown, his hair was simply taken care of, and his beard was carefully treated. He looked like a middle-aged handsome guy. Except for the damage caused by long-term drinking, Except for his thin body and yellowish complexion, he looked like a normal person in other places.
He bent down and clasped his fists with his hands, "My son-in-law has met my father-in-law. My father-in-law has been here for so long, and it is really my fault that he comes to visit me. I ask my father-in-law to punish me." Regarding this visit, Wang Jizu hesitated for a long time and prepared for a long time. As the old man thought, some people have some things that they have to face after all. He can hide for a while, but he can't hide for a lifetime. Alcohol will only anesthetize himself, and alcohol will only numb himself. After waking up, nothing changed.
"Hehehe, the eldest young master is welcome. The eldest young master of Min Guogong's mansion, I am a bad old man and I don't dare to blame you." The old immortal laughed and said coldly.
Wang Jizu was not a talkative person, so naturally he was unable to answer the old man's cynicism, and a deathly tranquility appeared in the small room.
After a long time, Wang Jizu spoke first and asked, "Father-in-law, is he okay?"
These few simple words may have been the greatest torment in his half life.
Everyone knows who he is, and there is no need to reveal it.
"Maybe, maybe it's good, maybe it's not good. How can a child with no father or mother be any better? But it's okay. Now that the child is older, he has the ability to stand on his own. Adversity brings out talents. Maybe childhood experience will Make him stronger."
We should enjoy the happiness of a family and should not bear the hardships of an age. We have to bear everything, whether it is good or bad, pros or cons, and only the future can test it.
"My fault" Wang Jizu lowered his head,
"There is no need to be right or wrong, and he doesn't care about right or wrong. The past is past and cannot be changed. He still has a long way to go in the future. He also hopes to have an umbrella to protect him from the wind and rain. He also hopes to have a shoulder to share the burden for him." It is obvious , Lao Immortal, who has always been rough and crazy, is not very good at chicken soup for the soul. Fortunately, he is very straightforward and Wang Jizu can understand it.
Thinking of the infant child, Wang Jizu lowered his head again and remained silent for a long time.
Three thousand feet of pure worry on the temples, fifty years of prosperous spring dreams, a world of one person, too much care, too much helplessness, enduring the bright sun and the wind and snow.
So what about the eldest young master of Duke Min's mansion? It's just a title.
The drunkard walked out of the room, his face flushed because he had just finished drinking. Even the area he walked through was filled with the aroma of wine.
"Jiuye, Jiuye, I have something to ask you." A servant hurried over and called out to the drunkard.
"What does the Duke want from me?" the drunkard asked.
"How does this little guy know? You'd better go quickly."
It's still the same bedroom, nothing has changed, just like an older person, only the mentality has changed, there are a few more hairs, and there will be no changes in other places.
After many days of recuperation, Wang Shouyi's health improved a lot and he could get out of bed alone.
He picked up a bowl of tea and took a sip, then put it on the table. For a person who has been drinking strong tea for a long time, this tea was too much and tasteless. Just like a man who loves strong liquor drinks a bowl of water, a man who is addicted to women goes to a monk's temple. Life is full of passion and peace. It is difficult to change, but it is easy to be changed by others. People always live in this world with contradictions. Fingers may be long or short, and life may be full of joy or sorrow.
"Master, are you looking for me?" the drunkard asked as he entered the room.
"Sit down." Pointing to the stool, Wang Shouyi asked, "How is that kid doing lately?"
The drunkard hesitated for a long time, not knowing how to answer.
"What's the matter? Just say what you have to say, hesitating and hesitating. Why bother imitating that scholar's urination? This is not the style of an alcoholic like you." Wang Shouyi said in a calm tone, but there was something in his tone that could not be refused.
After thinking about his words, the drunkard finally replied, "He had a little accident a few days ago."
"What accident"?
"Meet an assassin," the drunkard whispered.
"What?" Wang Shouyi stood up suddenly. Fortunately, the drunkard reacted quickly and helped Wang Shouyi before he fell.
"Who dared to bully me, a member of the Duke of Min's Palace?" Wang Shouyi was very angry. Bullying Wang Budie undoubtedly touched Wang Shouyi's butt.
"Master, please don't get excited. He is fine. Not a hair is missing. For some reason, the assassin has become his wife and is devoted to him." The person sent by the drunkard has been watching, and of course he is It is said that he is protecting the king from death, but if he falls into the pit, others cannot monitor him, so he cannot jump in himself. Let the three of them gather at a table to fight the landlord.
"Uh, ah" There must be some ancient love in it. Wang Shouyi was speechless. Of course, it was a very happy thing for his grandson to have a daughter-in-law. He needed to celebrate with wine and hang up red lanterns.
"How is this going"?
The drunkard was also very embarrassed, and more incredulous, "This, this, I don't know either."
