Looking at Hao Liande's retreating back, except for Zhu Wuyi who had some emotional fluctuations, no one else had any emotional changes.
After all, he was the one who won his money, so it was difficult for Wang Busheng to give him a good look, and besides, he hadn't given him the money to repair the door yet.
But what everyone didn't know was that Hao Liande, who had disappeared from people's sight, turned a corner and returned to Songjiang Mansion through another door. The only change was that Hao Liande had a beard on his mouth. Of course, this beard was also fake.
As the top secret agent of the Ming Empire, it would be a bit of a fuss to just look for children who had run away from home. In fact, he also had some new tasks.
The appearance and disappearance of Hao Liande were just minor episodes in Wang Busheng's life, without any changes. Life has to go on, and money has to be earned in some way.
Because of the rain, there were very few customers in the store. After all, snacks are different from staple foods. People can't brave the rain just to eat Wang Busheng's snacks.
Wang Bushi didn't open a shop at all. He leaned on the recliner and watched TV. Some of them were variety shows, some movies and TV series, but it seemed that Wang Bushi found that his little Junjun was good-looking. I really doubt that those ugly people enter the entertainment industry just to give gifts and spend money.
Life requires a sense of ritual, and anyone who knows how to enjoy it will never treat himself badly.
The flowers are half-opened and the wine is slightly drunk. Life is really good.
The cooperation with Zhang Jinghui can be described as a strong alliance. I have the technology, and Zhang Jinghui has the money and strength. As long as I open the market, I will definitely make money. When I have the money, I will become the richest man in the Ming Empire, and I will make friends with some powerful people. Building a tower for Zhu Xiluo was courting death, but marrying a lady from a British official family should be very reasonable. It shouldn't be life-threatening.
In fact, daydreaming is really good. There is endless money to spend, and there are not enough women. Isn’t that what a man strives for? To become a prince or prime minister are all low-level pursuits. If he doesn’t need it, Wang Busheng has no intention of pursuing it. After all, Officials are not very smart and they die very quickly.
"Black tea, snacks, Wang Immortal, your life is good," a woman said from not far away.
Wang Busui didn't know many female friends, so the person who came was naturally Zhang Jinghui, Wang Busui's partner, the one who stole his first kiss.
"Hey, sister, why are you here?" Wang Busheng sat up and looked at the door. Zhang Jinghui came over. The weather was getting cold. Zhang Jinghui also put on a small round-neck jacket. Inside was a simple shirt without any decorative patterns, and a pair of straight jeans. , wearing a pair of low-heeled leather shoes.
This outfit is very simple. When walking in a busy area, women all over the street may be dressed in a similar way. However, coupled with Zhang Jinghui's exquisite face, the turn-around rate is 100% certain. If you don't take a few glances at it, it will probably become the biggest regret in your life.
"Why can't I come?" She gave Wang BuSui an angry look. Zhang Jinghui didn't invite Wang BuSi and sat down opposite Wang BuSi.
"Hehe, sister can come anytime she wants. My home is your home. It's still raining outside. I'm worried that sister will catch a cold. My brother will feel bad." He licked his face. It was hard to imagine this image. Wang Busheng turned out to be the male protagonist. What about a man's dignity, and what about a man's shame. My husband is weak!
"I'm not that delicate. If I get caught in the rain, I'll catch a cold and become bedridden."
"Sister, this is your fault. Women are delicate and need to know how to cherish themselves. Sister, hurry up and drink a cup of black tea to warm yourself up."
Zhang Jinghui was not polite. She took the black tea handed over by Wang Busheng, took a sip, and then said, "How did you make this tea? Why can't I make that taste?"
"Sister, there is a secret recipe in this." Wang Busui smiled mysteriously. It was not that Wang Busui was trying to show off. This is a fact. There is no white sugar, and this black tea is just ordinary tea with a bitter taste. Wang Bushu then explained, "Sister, you are not an outsider either. , I won’t hide it from you. The reason why all the snacks I made, including this black tea, are delicious and delicious is because there is something in it. Only I have this kind of thing, and no one else in the Ming Empire has it.” .
"It's the white powder from last night"!
"Yes, it's those white powders, I call them sugar." Wang Busui was very proud. After all, he was the inventor of white sugar in the Ming Empire, which could be said to have provided a new direction for the development of the Ming Empire's diet. "Sister, don't underestimate these things. This is the product of ninety-nine and eighty-one days of research and one hundred and eight experiments."
Zhang Jinghui didn't know whether the process was complicated or not, but the effect of this thing was still very good. She picked up the egg yolk pie on the plate and put it into her mouth. The milky aroma of the eggs and the aroma of the fermented flour, plus the unique sweetness, made this It tastes really good.
"Sister, we have sugar, and we can derive many varieties of food. It will be difficult for us not to get rich by then." Thinking of the countless silver, Wang Busui would be inexplicably happy, pick up the teacup and pour the remaining Drink all the black tea in one gulp.
"Making money is only one aspect. I told you that if you want to become one of our Zhang family members, having money is not enough. Learn martial arts well and sell to the emperor's family. This is the best way out for people in the world. If you can become an important court official, you Only then can we have the hope of becoming our Zhang family members, and also..."
Suddenly Zhang Jinghui stopped her mouth, stared at the teacup in Wang Busheng's hand, and said nothing for a long time.
"Um, sister, what's wrong with you?" Wang Bushit was a little confused.
"You just used my tea cup."
"You just used my teacup too."
With a table, a chair, a cup and a pot, Wang Bushi would not prepare two sets of tea sets for drinking tea by himself.
"You actually gave me the cup you used." People in a large family cherish their lives. All daily necessities are provided for one person and used by one person. They will never be confused with other people's tableware. Even clothes are washed separately. For families who are more adaptable, Even the toilet pits are occupied by one person only. Even if I have diarrhea, I will not share the squatting pit with others.
There are not so many rules in the British government, but it is still not allowed for two people to share a tea cup. Zhang Jinghui felt very awkward.
"Sister, don't worry, I don't think you're dirty."
Zhang Jinghui's face was very dark. This kid definitely did it on purpose, "I think you are dirty."
"Sister, that's even more inappropriate. I wash my face and brush my teeth every morning and evening. I'm in good health and don't have any infectious diseases. Don't worry, sister, I will definitely pass the pre-marital examination."
"Well, okay, I drank it all and still vomited it out. It's my fault that I didn't discover Wang Busui's conspiracy." Zhang Jinghui thought in her mind.
"Besides, we kissed each other last night, so if you were sick, you would have already passed it on." He smacked his lips. Well, the smell from last night was gone.
"You have the disease,"
"Okay, I'm sick" to reason with girls, especially good-looking women, is tantamount to talking about human rights in a beautiful country. The principles that should be given up must be given up.
"It's good to know, and what happened last night is not allowed to be mentioned again in the future." Zhang Jinghui looked shy, and it was still very embarrassing to be so close to a man.
"Oh, got it."
"Where did we end up talking?"
"Be an official and become a member of the Zhang family." I really don't have much interest in being an official. Not to mention the low salary and having to clock in and go to work every day, it's so boring. Wang Busheng doesn't like a restricted life, just like those born in the 1990s don't want to work in a company, and longs for the freedom of freedom.
Of course, Wang Bushi has some misunderstandings about the current officials of the Ming Empire. It is a fact that the salary is low, but other incomes are abundant. With the filial piety of the officials, big and small, it is still very easy to maintain a luxurious and luxurious life. As for going to work, well, playing cards and watching TV , it’s not up to you to take a bath, massage and sleep.
"Yes, becoming an official is the fastest way to become a member of the Zhang family. My little sister is already seventeen and will be getting married in a few years. Many people are thinking about her, so you should hurry up."
Naturally, many people will be thinking about the good cabbage. In the end, who can take over the cabbage depends on his own destiny. For Zhang Jingjun, Wang Busui plans to wrong himself, inject fresh blood into the court of the Ming Empire, and contribute to the long-term stability and prosperity of the Ming Empire. My own meager strength.
"Sister, how about I spend money to buy an official position?" Having money will make things easier, and the Ming Empire also has a tradition of spending money to buy officials.
As if the king was dead, Zhang Jinghui said, "Do you think our young lady from the Zhang family will marry a low-ranking ninth-grade official, or a low-ranking official who will never get promoted?"
"Ninth-grade officials are also officials. They can also contribute to the court and benefit the people." Don't treat the village chief as a cadre. It's easy to kill you.
Zhang Jinghui looked at Wang Budie as if he were an idiot. Is this child stupid? How could he have such an idea? No matter how good a small ninth-grade official does, will the credit be yours? If you are guilty, you will resist. If you have merit, it will be natural. Nothing to do with you.
"As long as you have a conscience and think about the country and the people at all times, even a petty official is worthy of respect."
Wang Busheng still wanted to talk, but was interrupted by Zhang Jinghui, "Wang Busheng, what you said makes sense, but if you want to marry Xiaojun, you must first divorce the one in your family."
"Give it up, why"? Although there is less love with Leng Bingbing, there is still a lot of family affection. Wang Busheng does not want to let anyone down or lose anyone.
"The laws of the Ming Dynasty stipulate that only civil and military officials of fourth rank or above can marry three wives."
There are policies and countermeasures. For example, the so-called spiritual civilization awards of some units are worth tens of thousands of dollars at the end of the year. Although they are no longer allowed to be distributed, they are also included in the monthly salary, so it is not hidden. Next, you are rich and have three wives at home. Who cares how much you have outside?
"Well, why are there such cruel and inhumane regulations? This is the erasure of love."
What should I do if I love someone? What should I do if I see someone I love? Free love is very important. Wang Bushi feels that this rule is a bit unreasonable.
"If you keep yelling, it will not only kill your love, but also your brain."
"Why"?
"Because this was signed by the current Holy Father, and he only has three wives."
It is true that Zhu Xiluo only has three wives, and all three wives are relatively free at night. Lao Zhu is not as interested in women as a pig's knuckle.
"Isn't it said that the emperor has three palaces, six courtyards, and seventy-two concubines?" As the head of a country, he doesn't just have whatever he wants, and lets whomever he likes warm his bed. Aren't women gone to sea? Is it possible that today's emperor It is also because the wife has strict control, or there is a hidden illness. Wang Busui had an evil suspicion in his heart.
"Who said the Holy One has so many concubines?" Looking around, Zhang Jinghui said in a low voice as she approached Wang Busheng, "The Holy One is a stingy man today. He is afraid of marrying more wives and spending money."
"Well, okay, such a man is invincible. As the top leader of a country, he is afraid of spending money, and he also wants to limit the number of wives others can marry. Such a person is really a pervert." Wang Bushi wanted to greet all the women in Lao Zhu's family. Just seeing the face close at hand, the sight is delicate, without any pores and blackheads. The voluptuous red lips are like a bottomless abyss, seducing countless explorers. Wang Busheng couldn't bear it any longer.
Gently pressing her red lips, Zhang Jinghui resisted instinctively, but soon gave up her struggle.
After a long separation, their faces were red again.
"Sister, your mouth is so sweet." He licked his lips. Wang Busheng already liked the taste of Zhang Jinghui's lips.
"You are so annoying, you are now Xiaojun's boyfriend."
"Haha, sister, didn't you say that as long as I can become a fourth-grade official, I can marry three wives. Then you will be the eldest, Xiaojun will be the second, and Sister Leng will be the third." Three girls fighting against the Landlord should be great.
"You have a beautiful idea, who said I would marry you?" Zhang Jinghui said with peach blossoms and happiness on her face. It’s just that it’s really that easy.
As if thinking of something, Zhang Jinghui took out a box from her bag and said, "By the way, this is the mobile phone I bought for you."
The packaging of mobile phones is made of wood. After all, it is a high-end product and naturally it must be different.
Excitedly opening the box and seeing the mobile phone inside, Wang Busheng shouted, "Nah, Nokia!"
