When three people walk together, there must be a teacher. This is what Mr. Kong said. It probably means that everyone can be a teacher. Everyone has something to learn from. Only by learning more can the country progress and develop. People's lives can be improved. Teachers are hard-working bees, candles that light themselves and illuminate others. They are disseminators of knowledge and selfless devotees. Teachers are great, noble, and worthy of everyone. They are admired and loved, but the rich party only accepts apprentices to provide for their old age. It is obvious that the values of the rich party are problematic, even a little distorted, and they are no more than rat droppings in a pot of chicken soup.
Wang Busheng looked very unhappy. He had no father or mother, and he no longer had the pressure to provide for his parents until they died. The only pressure was how many bricks he could add to the Ming Empire.
I originally thought that the rich man who accepted me as his disciple was because he was surprised to see his muscles and bones. He was a martial arts prodigy who could not be seen in a thousand years. He never wanted to accept him as his disciple just to support him in his old age. Wang Bushi felt that he had been humiliated, especially in terms of his IQ.
Wang Bushi couldn't help but said, "Master, it's wrong for you to do this. You don't accept disciples just to support yourself until you die. A teacher is a disseminator of knowledge, which is a very important profession."
"Ah, oh, what you said makes sense. Master accepted you as his disciple in order to carry forward what he has learned and benefit the common people. Mr. Kong has three thousand disciples, and I also like that his disciples can be spread all over the Ming Empire. "Corner" Rich A hurriedly changed his mind. If people knew that the value of their existence was only to provide for their old age and die, people would lose confidence in life.
"Um, Master, you are so great," Wang Bushu raised his little thumb.
"Ah, haha, although I am usually a wild and unruly teacher, I can still distinguish between right and wrong at critical moments. I contribute to the country and benefit the people. I am not willing to be second to others." He stroked his three strands of beard and felt rich. Said seriously, of course the credibility of this statement is questionable.
"Hahaha, I knew that Master was a good person and the best person in the Ming Empire. He would always be the first to contribute to the country and benefit the people, even faster than Liu Xiang."
"Who is Liu Xiang and which faction is the master?"
"Uh, Master, it's not important. Master, please wait and contribute to the country first. Otherwise, apprentice will give you a chance to make a small contribution first." Wang Bushit asked with a wink.
Rich A was a little confused, "What do you mean?"
"Let's borrow some money,"
"Ah, haha, the moonlight is so beautiful today. Look, Wu Gang came to peek at Chang'e taking a bath again. You said that Chang'e really didn't close the door when taking a bath. I think there must be something wrong with them. The style problem in heaven is very serious. "The rich man said to himself, there is so much resentment about injustice in the world, why do some people have the youth of countless women, while some people can't even have the youth of women who have had enough fun with others.
"I knew this would be the result. Borrowing money from a wealthy party is tantamount to killing a snake to gain courage. That is impossible," Wang Bushu cursed in his heart. Of course, because he has traveled through time, Wang Bu will not dare to easily arrange gods. As for the issue of style, let it be left to those who are not afraid of death.
Seeing Wang Busheng and Fu Jia's questions and answers, Zhu Wuyi couldn't help but say, "Master, master's master, don't worry, I will die for you, and I will definitely choose a good cemetery for you to hide the wind and gather energy."
"Uh, Wu Wei, your master has accepted your wish. The graveyard will not be used within a few decades, and it is not certain which of us will die first. I think you need to find it for your master's master first. "A person who is more than a hundred years old. Death is something that can happen at any time. Therefore, what Wang Bushit said makes sense. If a rich person has a good cemetery, even if it does not benefit his descendants, it will also benefit his apprentices. For example, let yourself make more money.
Suddenly, Fu Jia looked at Zhu Wuyu and said a meaningless sentence: "Your name is Wuyu."
Zhu Wuzhen looked at Wang Busheng, then at Fu Jia Fang, and nodded.
"Is your surname Zhu?"
"Yes, my name is Zhu Wuyi"
"Haha, that's true." Fu Jiafang touched his beard and continued to ask, "Is your dad okay?"
"Um, Master's Master, you know my father"? Zhu Wuju was full of surprise. As far as he knew, his father had not been out of the palace for a long time. After all, his father was lazy.
And the master's master actually knew his father, which happened a long time ago, that is, an old acquaintance. Of course, Zhu Wuji would not evilly think that his father had an affair with this old man who was more than a hundred years old.
"Haha, that's natural. I can honestly say that I am the only one who has ever kicked your father's ass." Fu Jia said proudly, "Is your father getting fat again?"
Imagine the scene of your father being kicked in the butt. It is still very harmonious. The scene should be very joyful. This is also something that countless sons want to do but dare not do. After hearing the question from the wealthy party, Zhu Wuyi can be sure , Fu Jia did not lie, he nodded and said, "To tell you what Master said, my father has gained a lot of weight."
"How many times have I told your father to eat less meat? He has a physique that makes him fat easily. He can get fat even if he drinks cold water. It's not like Master, who has a special physique that makes him eat without getting fat. He is also very distressed."
The corner of Wang Bushit's mouth twitched. Isn't this mean? He has a body that makes him fat even if he likes to drink cold water. If a girl hears this, she will definitely not be stingy with her saliva and spit in his face. It's shameless. , even if it doesn’t drown you, it will disgust you to death.
As a male protagonist, being ignored is a big thing, and this is wrong, so Wang Busheng couldn't help but interrupt and said, "What are you two talking about? Why can't I understand?"
"Hahaha, you kid, why are you talking so much nonsense? I tell you to be nicer to Wu Yu in the future," Fu Jia said. It is necessary to have a good relationship with the person who is likely to be the emperor in the future. After all, getting promoted and getting rich is easy. Available.
"Why, shouldn't the apprentice be filial to the master?" Wang Busheng was a little confused. Could it be that the master practitioners in the Ming Empire were like those teachers in the 21st century who also had to take care of the students' emotions.
"You can do whatever you are told. You haven't seen that Wu Yao is so honest and cute as a mascot. He is a rare genius. Being able to become his master is a blessing that you have cultivated for eight lifetimes." Then he looked at Zhu Wu Yao. , The rich man continued, "Xiao Zhu, from now on you will live here and treat this place as your own home. Tell me what you want to eat and what you need, and I will ask my apprentice to buy it for you."
"Well, why do you want me to spend money? Well, Master is always so unreasonable, except for myself." Unable to defeat them, Wang Busheng had no choice but to accept this unequal treaty. As a person lives, things will always happen to you involuntarily and against your will. Don't be discouraged or sad. You can find someone who is worse off than you, someone who has a less satisfactory life than you to comfort yourself. . People, living in the world are most afraid of comparison.
As a gourmet practitioner, observation and market sensitivity are very important. For example, the smoke used by Fu Jia Fang to ascend to immortality reminded Wang Busheng of carbon dioxide. These smokes are also another form of carbon dioxide - dry ice. Carbon dioxide is useless and cannot provide people with breathing, but if it is put into a drink, it will become a carbonated drink. You must know that this kind of drink was everyone's favorite in Wang Busui's previous life, and the sales volume was also the highest. As far as Wang Busheng knew, the Ming Empire also had some drinks, such as watermelon juice and sour plum soup, but they were brewed and consumed by themselves. It is rarely sold, and it is not easy to preserve, so it has not become popular. It has to be said that this provides another opportunity for Wang Busheng. Good business to make money.
Wang Bushi interrupted the conversation between Fu Jia and Zhu Wuyi and asked, "Master, where did the smoke you used to cultivate immortality come from?"
"Why do you ask? You are still young. It will take time to practice to this level. This method of cultivation is not suitable for you," Fu Jiafang advised.
"Nonsense, only a fool would be willing to try this method of seeking death," Wang Bushi cursed in his heart, and then asked, "Master, you are overthinking, I'm just curious."
"This is very simple," Fu Jiafang stood up and walked to the bed, picked up a pile of stones and walked back, saying, "These are the things, just mix some vinegar and heat them."
Looking at this strange stone, Wang Busheng was sure that it should be limestone. In fact, there are many methods to produce carbon dioxide, such as calcination, fermentation gas recovery, etc. Of course, the most direct method is laboratory extraction, and what is used to produce beverages is to add baking soda to the beverage. Baking soda will produce carbon dioxide in the air when it reaches 50 degrees, but it cannot reach such a temperature in the air, so Baking soda will dissolve in water, which will easily produce carbon dioxide. Of course, carbon dioxide is more likely to be produced in some acidic drinks. Therefore, adding baking soda to lemon juice will turn it into a delicious soda.
There is not a lack of beauty in the world, but a lack of eyes for discovery. The same is true for business opportunities in the world. Business opportunities are everywhere, they just need that moment of inspiration. Being poor means thinking about change. Our nation has never been a nation lacking in wisdom. It is hard-working, capable, and able to think. There is a reason why we can survive for five thousand years.
"Be careful, kid, it will explode," Fu Jia Yifang reminded kindly. Thinking of the shocking scene, Fu Jia Yifang still felt sad. The scar on the butt is not visible to anyone.
"Master, don't worry, I know," Wang Bushi held the pile of things, not with the fear of explosive packets, but with the joy of holding a large ingot of silver. "Master, please continue chatting. I'll go out for a while. Xiao Zhu, you can rest here tonight and spend time with Master." The master here is naturally the richest.
"Okay, Master, just go about your business with peace of mind. I will definitely take good care of Master," Zhu Wuyu promised with an innocent face.
"You kid, pay attention to your words," Fu Jiafang said with a black line on his head. How can I take advantage of others at such an old age?
"Yes, Master, you go on, I'm going to get busy." Anxiously taking the things given by Fu Jia, Wang Busheng returned to Liu Mei's residence. After all, Liu Mei, who had studied abroad, was good at this chemical experiment, and Wang was still afraid of death. Liu Mei was fine with it, she had no worries, and it didn't matter if she died.
Ever since she accepted the young master's mission, Liu Mei has been busy every night. For the young master's plan to make a fortune, he worked diligently and did not dare to slack off at all.
Fortunately, she doesn't need a lot of sugar every day, so Liu Mei also has time to rest.
Hearing the knock on the door, Liu Mei stood up and asked "who is it?" because the young master knows the rules of what you know and what I know. Therefore, every experiment, in order to prevent others from stealing the knowledge, Liu Mei would refine it with the doors and windows closed.
"Liu Mei, it's me, young master."
Hearing Wang Bu's voice, Liu Mei hurriedly opened the door and asked with a smile, "It's the young master. Why are you here so late, young master?"
"Haha, it's so late and it's not like you haven't rested yet. It's been really hard on you during this period. The young master has decided to give you a salary increase." If you want a horse to run, you must give it grass. If you want a horse to run fast, you must not skimp on good fodder.
You must know that all businessmen are pursuing profits, and maximizing profits is their goal. Few people will think about the workers who earn money for them. Natural dividends are even more impossible, and everything Wang Busheng has done , should be the founder of the joint-stock system in the Ming Empire.
"Master, no, no, no, the master's salary is already very high. The master has to support his family and the expenses are high, so he should keep a little more." Liu Mei answered sincerely that meeting such a good leader should be a blessing that she has cultivated for several lifetimes. Horses with a thousand li are often found, but bole is not often found. Isn’t she the horse with a thousand li? The richest Chollima.
"Ah haha, the young master likes your contented character the most." Wang Bushit was very content to have such an employee, "Come on, come into the room, I have something to tell you."
Because it was an experiment, the lights in the room were still very bright. Wang Busheng immediately saw something he didn't want to see. Liu Mei was naked and only wearing a pair of underwear. What Wang Busheng envied most was her white dress. Her beautiful body has a complexion that all women would envy. Wang Bu Shou blushed a little.
"Why don't you, Liu Mei, put on your clothes first?"
