"Master, I think we should dig a pond in the middle of the yard, plant a few trees, preferably rare species that are evergreen all year round, pave a few paths with warm stones around it, and build a pavilion. Enjoying the cool air in summer and admiring the snow in winter will definitely give you a poetic and picturesque feeling," Zhu Wuji continued.
"Master has no money, if you can lend me some first."
"Uh, hahaha, Master, I'm just talking." If he had money, he would be in this world, Zhu Wuyu immediately shut up.
Childish words are unbridled, Wang Bushit directly ignored Zhu Wuyi's immature thoughts. A young and handsome ordinary person with no background, no strength, and no good father can own a house in a relatively prosperous place in Songjiang Mansion, and it is still For commercial housing, I have to say that the ancestral graves in this person's home are definitely well buried. It's not a dragon vein, it must be a phoenix cave. People, you must know how to be content.
The major changes to the store are over, and all that's left is to buy a few tables, chairs, and shelves. Therefore, Wang Budie is not in a hurry.
After a busy day, you always have to go home. Because of Zhu Wuyu's participation, Wang Busheng bought two chickens today, which can be regarded as a celebration for the completion of the house decoration.
Night came quickly in Songjiang Prefecture, and there were fewer pedestrians on the street. Everyone went back to their homes to look for their mothers. Children without a home could only find a dilapidated City God Temple, or a deck chair in the park, or the eaves of a shop. Reluctantly spending a night, or a lifetime, they say that all living beings are equal, but how can they be equal? It's not that the poor don't work hard, it's just that the stepping stone for the poor is too low, and the height of wealth is too high, a height that cannot be reached even in a lifetime.
Wang Busui can see all kinds of things in life, but he can only keep them in his heart. As a time traveler, he knows a lot, but he is not omnipotent. There are too many things that are beyond his ability. Travelers do not need to change the world, as long as they can change the people around them.
People's hearts are full of flesh and blood, and Wang Budie is also a kind-hearted person, but the only thing he can do now is to comfort himself.
Unless a person dies, there is no end to the road of life. Every day is the beginning of a desperate effort. I pray for those who are working hard for life. Wang Busheng has returned home.
After opening the door, there was no welcoming scene. Everyone sat lazily in the yard to enjoy the cool air. When Wang Busheng came back, Liu Mei and others stood up and said, "Master, you are back."
Zhu Wuyi looked at Wang Busheng curiously. He had only been away for a long time, and his master had changed so much. Not only did he have money to buy a house, but he also had servants and servants. What happened in the middle? Did the master pick up the money? And it was still one thousand taels a day, and I picked it up for a month.
"I'm back, how are the sales today?" Wang Busui asked. After all, it was a business that he relied on for survival, and Wang Busui was still very concerned about it.
The white cat was the first to say, "Master, there is no need to say this. Old Man Li from the grocery store said that he can give away another hundred pills tomorrow."
"Haha" What Wang Bushit likes to hear the most is the words of great sales. After all, the jelly beans and sesame balls are so delicious, so the people in Songjiang Prefecture must be able to taste this delicious food. "The goods are not a problem, you can get as much as you want, as long as the money is available."
"Well, Old Man Li also said that he hopes our prices can be cheaper."
"Impossible, I'm still lowering the price after selling so well. If I'm sick, it's Old Man Li who's sick. He won't lower the price or bargain. If he thinks the price isn't right, he can switch to another one. Liu Mei, go to Old Man Li and tell him tomorrow. "Tell me, make it clear to him," Wang Bushit explained. Although the white cat's brain is also very flexible, its resistance to sugar-coated bullets is too weak. Wang Bushit was worried that if Old Man Li made some random promises, the white cat would be swayed, or Liu Mei. Be more reliable. As a scholar, you still need to have face, and you still have some scruples about betraying your master.
"Okay, Master, don't worry, I promise to handle it well." Liu Mei promised.
A great manager will always leave everything to the people under his command, and he only has to strategize.
After handing the chicken to Liu Mei, Wang Busheng took Zhu Wuji into Fu Jia's room. After all, new members have joined, and now everyone still lives in other people's houses, so it is still necessary to explain the necessary things. After all, the male protagonist Wang Bushi has qualities.
Pushing open the door of Fu Jia Fang, Wang Bu Shou was immediately blocked by the smoky atmosphere in the room. "Nima, Master has become an immortal."
"Master, where are you, where are you".
"Stop screaming, close the door quickly, don't let the fog dissipate." The voice of Fu Jia came through the rain and fog.
"Master, you also have a master," Zhu Wuyi asked strangely.
"Nonsense, you can have a master, why can't I have a master? If you set a fire, can't I light a lamp?" Wang Bushit said. Wang Bushit despised people who liked double standards from the bottom of his heart. If it weren't for Xiao Zhu's young age and lack of understanding. , Wang Budie did not mind abandoning his image as a male protagonist and greeting the women in their family.
"Well, what the master said makes sense. If there is a master, there must be a disciple. If my master is so good, naturally the master of the master should be even better. Of course, if there is a master, there must be a disciple. I should also be very good. Everyone should be the same." Excellent in character and knowledge, high in integrity, just like the pines and cypresses, standing firm, a moral model, and a model for the world to learn from," Zhu Wuyu thought in his mind.
"If the king is not dead, he is bringing someone with him. Stop breathing quickly. I have wasted a lot of effort in creating this smoke. Don't let him suck it all away."
Fu Jiafang ordered anxiously,
"Well, Master, you are a bit pushy. Only dead people will stop breathing."
"Okay then, I'll give you two choices. The first is to kill him."
"Um, Master, I choose the second option." Although Zhu Wuyi could eat a little, it would not lead to death if he could eat it, and it was illegal to commit murder.
"Okay, give me money, one thousand taels, and you, you have to pay too."
"Well, Master, I don't have any money, and now I am already in debt." The old man loves money, as it should be, and there is nothing he can do about it until he dies. Of course, there is no pressure to keep accounts, and he can also default on his debts.
"It's okay, you can keep accounts, Master believes in your character."
Wang Bushi didn't know what to say, "Master, should I say thank you?"
"No, we are not outsiders."
"Okay, Zhu Wuqi takes back his previous thoughts." There are differences between people who are nurtured by the same soil and water.
In the rain and fog, Wang Bu Shou found a chair and sat down. He saw Fu Jia Fang sitting cross-legged on the bed. Wang Bu Shou asked, "Master, what are you doing here? Are you planning to become an immortal and reach bliss early?"
"Bah, bah, bah, shut your crow mouth. I am so comfortable as a human being. I eat and drink well. There is a fool who gives himself so much money every day. Only a fool wants to become an immortal." Rich A Fang said confidently. , I have someone to rely on when I am young, and I have someone to support me when I am old. I am still very happy.
"Well, Master loves me so much, so the fool who gave me the money should take it as a compliment to me." Wang Budie could only comfort himself.
After being silent for a long time, Fu Jia sat cross-legged and vomited for a long time. It was not until the fog dissipated that Fu Jia opened his eyes and got out of bed. Who would have thought that after sitting cross-legged for too long, his legs and feet were a little numb, but fortunately Wang Bushit had quick eyes and quick hands, and he helped Fu Jia Fang, who was about to kiss the ground.
"Nima, I can't stand it after just sitting for such a while. I'm really old." Fu Jiafang sighed. A person may be able to change the world, but he can never change his growing age.
"Well, does this old man realize that he is old now? Really, mentality determines everything. If you are not heart-conscious, you will not be old either."
Fu Jiafang, who sat back on the bed again, turned his eyes to the stranger in the room, with a very ugly expression on his face, "Who are you? Why do I feel that you look familiar? Are you also a beggar in Songjiang Mansion?"
Well, the clothes are ragged and the face is dirty, but it looks a bit like the professional attire of a beggar who clocks in to work every day from the wealthy party.
The activity track of the wealthy party is still very simple, it is nothing more than home, a place for begging, two points and one line. When meeting familiar people, the first thing the rich person will naturally think of is his peers. As the saying goes, peers are enemies. When seeing Zhu Wuqi, the rich person will naturally be very unhappy.
"Well, you have misunderstood. I worked as a beggar in Songjiang Mansion for a few days, but I don't have to be a beggar anymore. From now on, I will follow the master and have food and drink. Who would want to be that beggar that people hate and hate dogs? , No one with ambition wants to be a beggar.”
Wang Bushi wanted to cover Zhu Wuyu's mouth, but it was too late. I can only mourn for Zhu Wuji in my heart.
Sure enough, after listening to Zhu Wuyi's words, the rich man's face became very ugly. You can insult yourself, but you can't insult the profession you like. He boasted about his beard. The rich man retorted, "What's wrong with being a beggar? I'll eat you." The family has rice, but the beggar relies on his own hands to make a living by himself, neither stealing nor robbing, and never causing trouble to the country."
"Um, I'm talking about beggars."
"I am a beggar. I have been a beggar for decades. I still have a certificate issued by the current Holy One." In order to convince everyone, the rich party really searched the house and found it in a cabinet. It was probably at the bottom of the box. A box is then opened in front of everyone.
The rich man carefully took out a big bowl. He said it was a big bowl because it was really big. He said it was a big bowl, but actually it was more appropriate to call it a basin.
"See, this is the bowl given by the Holy Emperor today," Fu Jia said proudly. After all, things given by the royal family are still very rare.
"Um, Master, are you sure this is a bowl given by the Holy Emperor and not bought on the street for fifty cents?" Wang Bushu was a little doubtful.
"Nonsense, this can be false, there are words on it." Rich Ayang pointed to the four big words on the surface of the big bowl. Everyone guessed correctly, begging for orders.
Zhu Wuyi also couldn't believe that his father would be so out of tune and issue such an imperial edict, just thinking of throwing himself into an animal cage to practice his courage when he was three years old. Zhu Wuyu no longer doubted its authenticity.
"This is written by the emperor. Isn't it a bit too ugly?" To be honest, Fu Jia Yifang didn't explain these four words. Wang Busheng didn't really recognize them. He thought they were Fu Jia Yifang's personal signature. .
Zhu Wuyi blushed a little, after all, someone was arranging his father in front of him, but this was a fact.
The rich man added another blow and said, "Everyone in the world knows that, don't you, kid, know that the words of today's Holy Emperor are worse than those of a three-year-old naughty boy, and can crawl like a dog?"
If there is a crack in the ground, Zhu Wuyi really plans to get in. Wouldn't it be a bit embarrassing? It seems that he should advise his father to practice calligraphy.
"That's not right. On TV, the things the emperor rewards are not all gold. Yours is obviously ordinary porcelain, and it is also the worst rough porcelain." The reward was a thousand taels of gold, which Wang Bushu liked most. What I heard is that if I had a thousand taels of gold in my previous life, I would definitely change it every day, and it would be fresh every day.
"Well, Master, you are overthinking. In fact, the gold rewarded by the emperor is all copper," Zhu Wuyu hurriedly explained that the reward is just a form, a symbol of honor, with material rewards as the supplement and spiritual rewards as the mainstay, which is similar to As a good student, your cheating girlfriend gave you a good guy card. Don’t get too hung up on the physical value of the item.
"It's copper, how can it be copper?" Wang Bushu couldn't understand. An emperor, the master of the country's wealth, since the bounty was said to be a thousand taels, but it was copper. "It's so stingy to be an emperor."
Zhu Wuyi and Fu Jia couldn't help but nodded. After all, this was a fact.
"I've been talking for a long time, but I still don't know who you are"?
Wang Bushi introduced, "Master, this is your disciple, the disciple I accepted."
"You have accepted a disciple. Isn't it a little too early for you to accept a disciple at such a young age?" Looking at Wang Bushi, who was not yet twenty years old, the wealthy party was a little confused. "You are now accepting a disciple who is about the same age as you." , I won’t be able to provide for you in your old age in the future.”
"Well, it turns out that the purpose of accepting apprentices is to provide for the elderly, and the role is limited to this." Wang Busheng regretted a little, having been fooled by the old man.
