There has been a tradition in our country since ancient times. If a person dies, the debt will be settled. If you still have to pay after a person dies, it is still a human thing. That's why Wang Budie said such words. Wang Bushi believed that good-looking girls were kind-hearted, and it would be impossible for them to do such a cruel thing as forcing their fathers to repay their debts and their brothers to do so. Sure enough, this time Wang Bushi's guess was correct.
"He's dead." Zhang Jingjun was shocked. How could he be dead? He was still lively and glib when he saw him that day. How could he die just because he said he was dead? People can decide many things, but they cannot decide the length of their lives. Cherish life and stay away from, well, stay away from beautiful women.
"Yes, my brother is dead," Wang Bushit replied with a sad nod.
Could it be that he died because of himself? Zhang Jingjun asked carefully, "When did he die?"
"Let's talk in the courtyard." Wang Bushu invited Zhang Jingjun to enter the small courtyard. The visitor was a guest, so Wang Bushu had no need to turn people away. People in our country are still very polite, and repaying evil with kindness is something they often do. of. What's more, she is a beauty.
Zhang Jingjun didn't show off, nor did he have the heart of a villain to judge a gentleman. He thought that Wang Busheng would trick him into his home and rape him first and then kill him, or dig a cellar and imprison him. The Ming Empire was a place of laws and violations of laws and disciplines. Everything will be severely punished by law.
Zhang Jingjun did not hesitate. She also wanted to know how Wang Bushi's brother and his brother died. It would be better to have karma, so that it could serve as an example to educate more people to abide by the law and do good deeds.
Zhang Jingjun stepped into the small courtyard, frowned and couldn't help but said, "Is your family very poor?"
Wang Busheng was confused, "How can I say this?"
"Look at how small your yard is. There are no rockeries, ponds, or pavilions. Moreover, the house is so short. Isn't it very frustrating to live here?" Zhang Jingjun said. Forgive Zhang Jingjun's ignorance. He grew up in a British public house. Needless to say, he was rich and powerful. The British public Zhang Luzi was also a person who paid attention to personal enjoyment. Naturally, he would not be stingy with real estate that could be passed down to future generations. It's basically like a smaller version of the Imperial Palace.
To be honest, Zhang Jingjun's contacts were all Zhang Luzi's colleagues, who were either rich or noble. She had no interest in visiting ordinary people's homes, so she couldn't help complaining when she saw Wang Bu's coffin-box-sized house.
Is this a case where a well-fed man doesn’t know a hungry man is hungry? In times like this, it’s good to have a house. Even if you have such a house in a downtown area in the 21st century, its value is no different than that within the third ring road of the capital. The courtyard house.
Such a house is small, but what kind of family does this girl belong to? Could it be that she belongs to a wealthy family with an area of 100 acres?
As an outsider, Wang Bushui also knows the importance of identity. As a commoner with no rank or rank, he is no different from being crushed by the above-mentioned people. The person in front of him may have an unusual identity. Do you need to be honest? Treat each other, tell the truth, be lenient if you confess, be lenient if you resist, at worst, if you don't have money to give, you can just pay with flesh.
It's just okay, now that I have a wife, I have to know how to keep myself clean and not mess around with the relationship between men and women.
So Wang Bu died and said. "Our family is very poor, and we usually eat one steamed bun for three days."
"Well, if you eat a steamed bun for three days, it won't be as hard as a rock." Zhang Jingjun can’t believe that there are still such poor people in the world.
"Well, it doesn't matter. You can still eat it if you soak it in water." Wang Busheng explained. This should be the predecessor of pimple soup. Add some shrimps to make seafood pimple soup, and beat two eggs to make egg pimple soup.
Since he was so poor, he would have given up the money. Anyway, he was not short of that little money, so Zhang Jingjun continued to ask: "How did your brother die? He couldn't have died of starvation." Since you are so poor, it is normal for you to starve to death after eating a steamed bun for three days. This should have nothing to do with you, Zhang Jingjun thought to herself.
"I don't know either." Since he had extorted someone else's money, Wang Busheng couldn't shamelessly force the blame for his own death on someone else's little girl. He became a murderer for no reason at a young age. This would have a negative impact on his future growth. It left a shadow, so Wang Bushi explained, "I didn't starve to death. That day was the day I was hit by you. My brother, by the way, my brother called Wang Bushi."
"Ah, calling the king is dead." Sure enough, naming is an art. If you can't choose a good name, you will die early. Zhang Jingjun habitually asked "What is your name?"
Just listen to Wang Bu die's answer, "Wang Bu die."
"Uh, ah. The king is not dead, haha." Zhang Jingjun was a little embarrassed. The name of this family was a bit special. As the name suggests, the king is already dead. Could it be that if the king is not dead, he will live like a living fossil?
"Yes, my brother's name is Wang Weishi, and my name is Wang Bushi. Our names are a bit special. This starts from the day I was born, when a meteor shower suddenly fell from the sky and killed countless people in the Western Hemisphere."
His name has brought surprises countless times, and Wang Bushu has become accustomed to it. His name is just a code name. Even white cats and black dogs have no shame and commit suicide to thank the world. Why should he be blushing? There is another person who is so ugly. The former owner of his shop who called Liu Yujing by such an elegant name.
"Wang Bu Die, please wait a moment. I will listen to you again when I have a chance to tell you about the difference in the sky when you and your brother were born. Now I want to know how your brother died." The person is dead, Zhang Jingjun still feels a little guilty.
In such a hurry, does this girl like to listen to horror stories? Wang Bushit was stunned. Do he need to copy a horror movie from the 21st century? It would be best if the heroine is afraid of throwing herself into the hero's arms, but Wang Bushi Bu Die gave up because he was also afraid. Ever since such a bizarre thing happened to him, Wang Bu Die had a grudge against gods and ghosts. After all, no one can tell whether there are ghosts and gods in this world.
After thinking for a while, Wang Bushi continued to explain, "My brother came back that day and bought a lot of steamed buns. Have you seen steamed buns?"
Zhang Jingjun nodded,
"It's still white," Wang Bushi continued to explain, "This is the first time that my brother and I have seen such white steamed buns since we have grown up. They are as white as my buttocks."
"Uh, okay, forgive him, it's normal for uneducated people to say vulgar words." Zhang Jingjun's face was a little red.
"If you don't believe it, my butt is still very white. If you don't believe me, let me show you. It's as white as your face."
"Well, did this kid do it on purpose? His face is quite white, but you can compare your butt with my face. Are you showing off your butt or slapping me in the face?" He looked at the innocent face. , the pure and innocent king is not dead, Zhang Jingjun put away the villain's heart and judged the gentleman's belly, and replied, "Okay, no need to read, I believe it, you continue to talk."
"Okay, let me continue." Wang Bushit put away his idea of proving it with facts and continued, "This is the first time for both of us to see such white steamed buns. Naturally, our appetites were whetted, so we started eating steamed buns." .
"No food?"
Is this considered 'why not eat ground meat'? A person who eats steamed buns by himself for three days, and also has side dishes to eat, does he also need to find a few girls to wait on him? Well, forgive your ignorance, who made you look so good-looking?
"There was no food. I ate eighteen steamed buns that day, and my brother ate twenty-eight. I said brother, don't eat so much, save some for tomorrow. But my brother said, don't be afraid. Now that you have money, you can eat it every day. I had white flour steamed buns to eat, but as a result," Wang Busheng continued with a tearful voice, "As a result, my brother didn't wake up the next day."
"He died like this"! Zhang Jingjun couldn't believe it. He was still in good health when he saw him that day. It wasn't like a sudden death occurred in the palace. Could it be an infectious disease? No wonder she has been feeling restless recently and has no feeling when singing. She can't. He must have been infected, too. No, I have to find someone to check on him just in case I go back.
In fact, Zhang Jingjun's symptoms were related to Wang Busheng. He was anxious and restless when he couldn't eat jelly beans. His throat became dry after eating too many jelly beans, and naturally he couldn't sing.
"Yes, just die like this." Isn't it just to extort some money from you? Do you have to suffer a little torture and all kinds of torture before you die? People are going to die, so it is kind to let them leave comfortably. What a person should do, beauties are so small-minded. "Later, I invited a doctor to check. The doctor said that my stomach had been flat for decades, and suddenly I ate so many steamed buns that my stomach couldn't bear it, and it burst. ".
"What. I'm holding on to death."
"Although I'm a bit embarrassed to say it, it's the truth."
This is the first time I heard that there are still people who can't bear it. It really is a vast world, only you can't imagine it.
Is this a cycle of cause and effect? Evil will be punished. Forget it, people are already dead, so there is no need to arrange others. After death, let people sleep peacefully. If I hadn't compromised in the end and gave Wang Yiyi With five thousand taels, he wouldn't have had white-flour steamed buns to eat. He still ate twenty-eight. If the king was dead, he wouldn't have been starved to death. After thinking about it, he still had a certain responsibility. He died after drinking poison. He was that person. medicine seller,
"In this case, I don't want the five thousand taels of silver. Where is your brother's grave, I will go and pay homage." As an educated public figure, Zhang Jingjun always wanted to leave no regrets because of his own death. Although they blackmailed me for five thousand taels, they also cost me their lives. It's not polite to pay homage.
"Ah, let's go and pay homage."
Zhang Jingjun nodded.
Wang Bu is in a bit of a dilemma. Where can he find a grave for someone now? He also has to find a cemetery with the name of his brother who does not exist. Wang Bu is thinking wildly, thinking about countermeasures. How else can he say, man, he has a useful brain. Better than anything else, it really made Wang Bushit think of the explanation: "It's like this. The night my brother died, he gave me a dream, saying that dust will return to dust, dust will return to dust. If you come to this world naked, you should not take anything with you." He left all the worldly things cleanly, and he asked me to cremate his body and scatter his ashes to the sea, facing the sea and the flowers blooming in spring."
"Well, if you burn yourself, that will hurt so much",
I heard from my grandma that the Mongolian people have a tradition of burying people wherever they die. They don’t build tombs or hold memorials, but leave everything to the Immortal God.
Wang Bushit was actually speechless when this beauty asked, "Ask my brother if it hurts."
"Your brother is so strong." Zhang Jingjun wanted to give a thumbs up.
"Uh, ah. My brother is very strong. He is not afraid of being burned to death. He wants to remain innocent in this world. Although my brother is dead, he will always live in my heart." Wang Busui decided to make a memorial tablet for his brother in two days, made of golden nanmu, with his heroic deeds engraved on it.
Burn my broken body, blazing fire, how happy is life, how painful is death, do good and eliminate evil, only light, joy and sorrow, all return to the dust, have mercy on me, the world, there are many sorrows, have mercy on me, the world, there are many sorrows.
"Well, your brother Wang's spirit of not being afraid of pain is worth learning from Wang Budie." Zhang Jingjun deeply agreed. This is a martyr and a hero in the war era.
"What, the enemy is dead, and the great revenge has been avenged. Girl, shouldn't you leave too?" Wang Busheng couldn't help but chase people away, asking himself to follow the example of Wang is dead, wouldn't he also be burned to death?
