The cultural popularization of the Ming Empire needs to be improved. The mother's initials are the characters that a son must be able to write. Of course, illiteracy has always been a stubborn disease that plagues the cultural development of the Ming Empire. After all, this is a dynasty that has not yet solved the problem of food and clothing.
There are many ways to beg, some asking for travel expenses, and some asking for money to buy food after not eating for a few days. In short, there are all kinds of deceptions. You can’t see it, but you can’t think of it. As for selling one’s body to bury one’s father, mother, and brothers and sisters. Among the begging methods, they have long been regarded as bad street methods, and they are methods that cannot be used anymore. However, such a girl still uses it. It shows that her professional skills are not good. Could it be that she has just entered the industry.
He actually called his mother a dog. Although his mother was indeed unreasonable and ran away with a rich man after giving birth to him, she was also his mother. She gave birth to a mother who did not raise her. She can scold others but not deliberately. Yes, he definitely did it on purpose. The little girl clenched her hands and wanted to get angry.
In the Ming Empire, where filial piety governs the world, calling someone's mother a dog is undoubtedly a very serious crime. He glared at Wang Bushi and hurriedly explained, "Girl, don't be angry. My husband-in-law has a bad mouth, but he still has a good heart."
"Well, I have a bad mouth. It's impossible. Could it be that Sister Leng sniffed it secretly while I was resting?" Wang Bushi guessed in his heart. Without investigation, he has no right to speak. Wang Buzi felt that he should let Leng Bingbing smell it carefully again. It still tastes good in your mouth, with a mint flavor.
"Okay, I'll bear with it," the little girl said, as if a ball had been blown up and slowly deflated. Being angry with someone who was mean-mouthed was tantamount to lowering her own moral standards.
Lowering her head again, the little girl returned to her original state.
There were many people watching the excitement around, and many were whispering.
"Brother A, this girl is very pretty. It would be nice to buy it home to warm your bed."
"Brother B, you don't know that your sister-in-law is jealous. A few days ago, I just said a few words to the widow Li next door, and she made me sleep in the hut for more than a month."
"Well, Brother A, you've suffered."
When you are still a child, not to mention the appearance, being bought by anyone with ulterior motives is a kind of harm to the child. Finally, Leng Bingbing couldn't help but ask, "Girl, how much money do you need to bury your mother?"
The little girl raised her head again, staring at Leng Bing with her big watery eyes. She thought for a while and answered "Twelve". ,
Ten taels of silver may be the cost of a breakfast for some people, and it may only be equivalent to one-tenth or one hundredth of a girl's smile, but in some places it is indeed the life of a person or a family. Life is not easy, nothing is as simple as just being born.
Originally, Wang Bushit wanted to stop Leng Bingbing's philanthropic behavior. After all, it was a hobby of the rich. Like the poor who were back to the poverty line and were still struggling, philanthropy was just talk, but when he heard the price, it was only ten taels. , Wang Bu died and gave up his idea. Ten taels of silver did good deeds, and the price was still very cost-effective.
"My father has been cremated. I can dig the hole myself. I just need to buy some papyrus, incense candles and the like." The little girl explained.
The current Ming Empire is a little better. It has not yet reached the point where it cannot afford to live or die. Basically, as long as it is not private land, it is still possible to dig a hole as a cemetery, and the government will not care. After all, the deceased is the Ming Dynasty. It is our country's tradition to bury one's ancestors in peace. Throwing someone's ancestral graves away will cause holes. There were very few people who bought cemeteries in the Ming Empire. Of course, some people spent money to bury their ancestors in Feng Shui treasures. Those belonged to the rich and powerful. The common people don't even think about it, so ten taels of silver is enough for the little girl to buy incense, candles and papyrus, and she can also have a meal by the way.
Since the expenses were so high, Leng Bingbing was not short of ten taels of silver, not to mention that he could help others. He decisively took out ten taels of silver from his body and handed it into the girl's hands, saying, "Take these coins first."
It has to be said that the world is in trouble, society is in chaos, people's hearts are old, selfishness and profit-driven are the normal conditions of this world. The little girl was moved. The world is not without beauty, but lacks eyes for discovery. There will be strong candlelight burning itself in the darkness, just to bring a glimmer of light to the world.
"It's really for me." Looking at Leng Bing in disbelief, the little girl's eyes flashed with tears, "Aren't you afraid that I am a liar?"
Leng Bingbing smiled slightly, "It's okay to lie to me. You can't look forward and backward when doing good deeds. And I don't think you are a liar. Take the money and bury your mother properly. You have suffered in this life, and death is a kind of relief. You Don’t be sad either.”
"Don't worry, I kept my word and sold myself to bury my mother. Since you gave me the money, I am yours. When I finish burying my mother, I will go to you and be your maid."
She must keep her word, and the little girl is also a person who keeps her word. She must do what she says, otherwise there is no difference from farting.
"By the way, if you have nowhere to go, you can come to me," Leng Bingbing then told the little girl the address.
Wang Bushi was silent. Ten taels of silver could be either more or less. It would still be a good deal if he bought a little girl for ten taels of silver. After all, the girl looked like Zhou Zheng.
After finishing the work here, Wang Busheng still has a lot of things to do. How to deal with the slaves he just bought.
When they got home, Liu Mei, the white cat and the black dog had already come back, and the wealthy party came back relatively late during this period. It is probably because their begging career has encountered a crisis recently. There are more wolves and less meat, and it is difficult to make money. Diligence can make up for weakness. Therefore, the wealthy party plans to rely on it for a while longer.
Seeing the young master coming back, everyone gathered around and carefully observed the slaves the young master bought. It was obvious that everyone's eyes quickly turned from joyful to dim.
"Master, are these slaves you bought a little too young?" Liu Mei couldn't help but said. They are all eleven or twelve years old. What are children of this age doing, peeing and muddying. Letting these kids make jelly beans for themselves and sell them seems a little too much.
"Yes, Master, you are too thin,"
"Yes, you are too skinny and have no strength."
"What do you know, kid? Our business is not a big physical job. Children can also complete it. Moreover, they are easy-to-discipline children and will not spread our secrets everywhere. The most important thing is to save money. I am not satisfied. , you can provide money, and I will buy a few more tall people."
"Ah, haha, of course I trust the young master's vision. Just let the young master say yes." He paid for it himself. His own money was all hard-earned money, and no one was willing to pay it out. ,
After calling over the white cat and black dog, Wang Bushi ordered, "Take them to give them a good scrub and bath, and then buy them some clothes." It's dirty, especially in such a hot summer, and people will stink if they don't take a shower for a few days.
"Well, Master, they are still children. Is it appropriate to take them to take a bath?" Black Dog couldn't help but said. "Is it possible that this young master's etiquette for foreign friends is to take a bath as a greeting gift?"
"Uh," Wang Busui understood immediately. As a single dog, the place where white cats and black dogs take baths is naturally not serious, and they would not go there if they were serious. For example, enjoy the bathhouse.
"Who asked you to take them to a place like that? Why not go to a serious bathhouse?"
The white cat and black dog's face was a little red, "Master, to tell you the truth, we have never been to Songjiang Mansion before, and we are not very familiar with this place. We don't know where the serious bathhouse is."
Bai Mao explained that after all, the scope of activities is limited, basically three o'clock and one line, delivery, bathing, going home, buying black dogs for free and not shopping on the street.
Liu Mei on the side couldn't help but explain, "Master, the regular bathhouses have been closed this season. On such a hot day, everyone is doing it at home."
I can't, I really don't understand why these people like to go to that kind of place, are they not afraid of encountering anti-pornography agents?
Recalling the scene he experienced, Wang was afraid of death.
Let White Cat and Black Dog buy some clothes and some food, and the most important thing is an extra-large bathtub. Personal hygiene is very important, especially for someone with such unknown origins.
Boil water to take a bath, this is the first thing that needs to be done. Wang Bushit loves to be clean and does not want to see his men dirty. This is also an important reason why white cats and black dogs have to go to the bathhouse every day.
The very weak foreign girl had already been carried back to the house by Leng Bingbing. As for the bathing matter, Leng Bingbing still didn't want to pretend to others. After all, except for her husband, no one in this group of men was a good person, including Zhu Wuyi who had just joined.
Soon, with everyone's efforts, several children came out cleanly. They were wearing new clothes bought by Wang Busheng. I have to say that foreigners are better-looking. The key is that their skin is white. White people always look better.
Especially the little girl in Leng Bingbing's arms, who is about eight or nine years old. She is like a surprised kitten, nestling in Leng Bingbing's arms. She has big eyes and fair skin. Who would have thought that this little girl is as big as a jade sculpture? The girl turned out to be a free pig, and got it for free.
The next step is to eat, of course, because these people have been malnourished for a long time, so the first dish is not big fish and meat, but some porridge with vegetables.
After being hungry for so long, these people had already forgotten the taste of food. When they saw the food on the table, the children were indifferent and looked at Wang Bushit with eager eyes.
Maybe it was because they were hungry for too long, maybe because they were beaten too many times, but in short, they all became good babies.
Seeing their performance, Wang Busheng was very satisfied. He was most afraid of encountering naughty children who were difficult to discipline.
"Eat down here, eat whatever you want, eat to your heart's content, and be satisfied." Wang Busheng really wanted to write a few sentences in English, but unfortunately he didn't have enough ink.
Fortunately, several foreign slaves could still understand Wang Busheng's body language. They picked up the bowl and ate frantically. They probably used chopsticks, which was not their specialty. They all used their hands, and it didn't feel too hot, so they all ate it into their mouths. Rise.
"Don't rob, don't rob, there is plenty of food, take care of yourself." Wang Bushi couldn't help shouting, but hungry people couldn't hear him.
Hunger will always make you confused and crazy. This kind of picture reminded Wang Busheng of the pigs in the pig pen, eating crazily and growing long, and finally getting stabbed.
Stuffing steamed buns into their mouths and scooping vegetables into bowls, these foreigners no longer have a series of local problems such as acclimatization and eating habits. They are really pretentious bitches. Seeing such a scene, Wang Busheng lost his appetite. Ma competes with a group of pigs for food, but Wang still can't do it without death.
Finally, the food bottomed out and several of them were full. Wine strengthens the courage of a bear, and a person who is full of food feels much better. The man who can speak Chinese looks at Wang Bu's death, and his heart is full of gratitude. No matter what he is asked to do in the future, this is what he has eaten for so long. The most filling ever.
"Thank you," was the first thing he said.
"Haha, your Chinese is still very good. Don't thank me for buying you. You are also my people. Although you also need to work, you can still make enough food. What is your name?"
"foot"
"Forget it. The names you foreigners have come up with are just like jokes, and they are all so long. From now on, you will call me Boss Wang. Your other compatriots will be called Lao Wang and Lao Wang. Three, Wang Laosi and so on."
