Some people lose interest in something after three or five days, such as the love of a rich man. However, some people are interested in something for a lifetime. They never change and never think about changing. They only love the job they are doing all their lives. , even if the treatment is low and the environment is poor, they are still loved deeply. Such people must be the favorites of the bosses. For example, a senior beggar is rich. A person who has been begging for a longer time than many people may live longer. As an emperor's master, Even if Zhu Xiluo can no longer afford to eat pork knuckles, there is no problem in supporting a wealthy family, and it is also very satisfying. A teacher is a father. Once a teacher, he will always be a father. If one day Zhu Xiluo makes a Something that makes the wealthy party unhappy. I believe that the scholars of the Ming Empire can pop out of the coffin the eighteen generations of ancestors that Zhu Xiluo scolded. The emperor of the Ming Empire, Zhu Xiluo, had to take the blame and resign, otherwise he would be kicked off the throne. It will be worse. If a disciple sees that his teacher has made a mistake, he should kneel down before the head of the Shenyang Department to remonstrate with him, and he should not speak in front of others about his faults or his despicable behavior. When a disciple becomes a teacher, the teacher should be respectful when the teacher is young and the disciple is old. For example, if an official has two thousand stones and his parents are equal, he should not rely on his dignity and neglect his teacher. This is not a small crime. This is stated in "Ming Zhen Ke". As a teacher's gift, scholars see it as very important.
The sun has come out, and the snow has melted all over the ground. People always leave black footprints when they walk by. Some uneducated livestock will defecate everywhere. The smell when mixed with snow water is so sour. However, there is a small open space in front of the city gate that is extremely clean and dry. The same is true within five steps of the surrounding area. There is no garbage, no animal excrement, and no water stains. Could it be that it is snowing over there and sunny over there? God has neglected this five-meter radius. Of course not.
"Master, look at whether the cleaning is clean. If you are not satisfied with anything, just mention it. I will do it right away." A janitor wearing soap clothes bent over ninety degrees, with an unsightly look on his face. Trying to force out a smile, the attitude is extremely humble, almost like kneeling and licking.
It is said that at the end of the year, the migrant workers who bring gifts to the financial manager to ask for accounts have this attitude.
Although he is a small government servant, he is still a member of the imperial court and has some small power in his hands. Some ordinary people and businessmen with no background and backing also have to look at their faces. If they are unhappy, they will not want to enter the city. Unless you meet someone who is more powerful and wealthy than you, it is difficult for you to see the smiling face of a government servant.
The person whom the government servants were groveling for turned out to have torn clothes, messy hair, and stains on his face arranged in a regular pattern. It looked like an equilateral trapezoid. Yes, this was a beggar, who could also be called a porter of wealth.
"Er Niu, did the straw under my butt belong to yesterday? I haven't changed it today." The beggar pointed to the straw mat on the ground. It was a little damp and made his butt feel uncomfortable.
"Oh," the yamen servant slapped him on the head, with a look of remorse on his face, "Master, look at my memory. I love to be clean and I actually forgot about it. I never need to use straw mats twice. I will change them for you right now. You feel sorry for me first." Wronged,"
"I know you don't care enough about what you do, and you deserve to be a janitor for the rest of your life." You don't care enough about things at a young age. The rich hate iron. If this boy was his apprentice, he would have been remade long ago.
"Yes, yes, what I taught you is that I will change my behavior next time."
"Go back quickly. Remember to make a thicker bed for the stupid boy next to me. It's cold and easy to catch a cold when lying on the ground."
"Yes, yes, you are so kind to your son. I'll get it done right away."
I guess everyone has already guessed who the two people sitting on the ground are, yes, the senior beggar Fu Jia and his poor apprentice Lao Immortal.
Although he is not short of food and drink now, Fu Jia has turned begging into a career, and he is more punctual than the ministers every day. Even if it is windy, rainy and snowy outside, the city gate is not open. Appearing here on time, in the same place with the same people, the old man who plays his silly son is also the most indispensable in the begging career of the wealthy party.
There is no way to fight, and there is no place to hide. Lao Bu Die has already accepted his fate. Fortunately, every day, the wealthy party is too old to work around the clock. There is also time to rest. Basically, they work for half a day and rest for half a day. Fortunately, Lao Bu Die I have also practiced martial arts. Every day I either lie on the floor and play the role of a seriously ill son, or sit on the floor and play the role of a stupid son with a missing head. The task is not heavy, it is mainly about acting, and not much energy is wasted. The key is that it can stimulate my own art. Talent, after all, not everyone can play the role of fool.
Soon the yamen servant named Erniu came running over with a smile on his face and came to Fu Jia's side. "Sir, I'm back, please see where I will lay the straw mat for you."
"It's still the same place. Old man, I feel nostalgic."
"Yes, yes, the first time I saw him, I knew that he was a sentimental person." He squatted down, bent down, and then removed the stones on the ground bit by bit, using his fingers to find the bumpy areas. After buttoning the buttons, I finally wiped off the loose soil on the ground with my sleeves and then carefully spread the straw.
As a civil servant in the Ming Empire, why was Erniu so kind to the wealthy party? He didn't mind that he was blocking traffic, and begging on the street was detrimental to the people of the Ming Empire. All the people in the Ming Empire were so rich that they used the finest Songjiang Prefecture silk to wipe their tables. The image of a wealthy man is instead groveling, shaking his head and begging for mercy. We will talk about the reasons below.
"Master, are you satisfied with it?" Erniu checked carefully again and found that there were no fleas or cockroaches, and there were no hard objects mixed in the straw. Erniu then stood up.
"Okay, go and do your work. By the way, the snacks from Songjiang Mansion will arrive in a while. Buy one for the old man."
Yingtian Mansion is the place with the most wealthy people in the imperial capital. Naturally, some businessmen will smell the business opportunities and take over the management rights of Wang Busheng's snack product Yingtian Mansion. Every time the snacks shipped from Songjiang Mansion will pass through this city gate.
Rich A's party never expected that not long after he left, that boy Wang Bushit would come up with such a delicious snack. It tasted great. The key new product was that it was very suitable for the elderly with bad teeth. Rich A's party felt that the jujube cake was just for Produced by oneself. I have to take the lion's share of the dividends from the jujube cake.
The horse-drawn carriage transporting snacks from Songjiang Prefecture leaves once every three days. It is very rare for a person over a hundred years old to be deaf, blind, and have such a good memory. Moreover, the old man has a very good appetite and will ask for one of every kind of snack. To be honest, At such an old age, if you eat a little and earn a little, no matter how much you eat, you can still eat for a hundred years. Erniu also knows how to respect the old and love the young, but it is a bit inappropriate for you to always ask yourself to pay for it. In order to maintain every three days For one snack expense, I have given up the habit of going to the bathhouse. Even so, I am already in debt. The corners of Erniu's mouth are twitching, and his heart is bleeding. It seems that he will go home tonight and see what else there is. If you can sell something, even if you are a yamen official, you can't buy something without paying for it, right?
"Master, I'm tired of that boy's snacks. I want to eat chicken." The old immortal spoke,
Although the snacks made by my grandson are delicious and can be eaten as meals, they are sweets after all, and some people don't like to eat sweets often.
A banging chestnut hit the old immortal on the head, and the rich man cursed angrily, "You are a prodigal, you don't have to spend money to eat chicken."
"Um, are those snacks brought by the strong wind?" Erniu couldn't describe his mood at this moment in any words. His wife went to accompany the boss and she had to take the initiative to pay for the room. This is what humans do!
"Master, you are busy. The city gate will be opened soon. I have to go and get busy." After bowing and saying goodbye, Niu Er walked to work absentmindedly. It seemed that he was going to deduct some of the passing fees today.
"But Master, I just like to eat chicken, romantic chicken, the best fighter among chickens, the taste is so delicious." The rich man likes to beg, while the old man likes to eat chicken the most.
"Shut up, if you mention chicken again, the old man will make you chicken."
"Um, is it the eating kind or the sleeping kind?"
“Which one do you want?”
"Okay, one is death, the other is life worse than death, neither one is an option."
The old man shut up obediently. It seemed that he could only find his lover, the drunkard, but he had been avoiding her recently. Why? Could it be because he was the one who paid for the romantic chicken? It shouldn't be, How can the relationship between master and disciple be measured by money?
"Okay, the city gate is open, let's get ready." Cheer up and the rich side quickly gets into the zone.
"Master, today the disciple plays the role of a stupid son or a sick son." After all, I only begged when I was old, and my professional skills were not up to par. At this time, in this kind of weather, in such a place, in what kind of situation can I gain the sympathy of the wealthy, the senior beggar and the rich have the most say.
Rich A calculated with his fingers, "It snowed just yesterday. Lying on the ground to act like a sick son should be in better shape. The cold ground is also more in line with the temperament of a sick son. I am sure to have income."
You must know that in order to fit the character of a beggar, Lao Immortal is still wearing single clothes. Although there is straw lying on the ground, the feeling should be cold from the toes to the forehead.
"Master, it's quite cold here."
"It's not cold, why did I ask you to lie on the ground?" A divine dragon swung its tail, and the old immortal was swept to the ground by the wealthy party.
Well, I can't bear to let the child catch the wolf, and it doesn't matter if a person as old as an old man lies on the ground and freezes to death.
The city gates were wide open, and people outside the city were entering the city one after another.
"Hurry up and lie down, someone is coming." The wealthy party quickly got into work. "Have mercy on me. I have gray hair, but my son is seriously ill and has no money for treatment. The old man wants the white-haired man to give the black hair away." Man, God is unfair and the sky has no eyes. Please give me some money to save my life."
Well, it's not easy to be the eldest brother of a rich man. My aunt must have met a ghost.
"Hey, his son has been sick for more than half a year, why is he still not dead?" Passerby A was curious.
"No, I remember last time, wasn't his son a fool?" Passerby B has questions.
"Maybe, my silly son is sick again. Hey, how pitiful." Passerby C suggested a possible guess and offered sympathy casually.
Well, they met an acquaintance. Rich A was a little embarrassed and stopped crying.
Although the Ming Empire was large, there were only a few common people and merchants who came into the city every day. They would be somewhat impressed by the three people they met, not to mention that the wealthy party had not moved away for half a year. How could no one recognize it? It’s just that most of the time, everyone is very busy, busy supporting their families, busy with food and clothing, and has no time to take care of people and things that have nothing to do with their own lives.
Slowly the sun rose, and slowly it climbed to the top of the head. Most of the day passed. Seeing the empty bowl in front of him, Fu Jia felt decadent again. He kicked the old immortal in the butt and cursed, "Idiot." Damn, if you play the role of a stupid son, you don't look like a stupid son, and if you play a sick son, you don't look like a sick son. What's the use of you?"
"It's my fault again, I'm not a professional actor who graduated from Jiaofangsi," Lao Bu Die felt aggrieved.
"If you don't blame me, why should you blame me?" How could the master be wrong? The one who is at fault is always the apprentice. It is so natural and righteous. The apprentice can never be as good as the master. Disciples are not allowed to argue with their teachers, as that would be treason.
"Master, actually I think we should change places." After looking around, the old man continued to explain, "We have been begging here for the past six months."
The rich man said with an old face, "Please pay attention to the words you use."
"Uh, okay, it's begging. We are the only two people who have been begging here in the past six months. Maybe everyone knows us, master and apprentice."
Experienced beggars will always call a place and beg for three yuan for food every day for several years. This fool also knows that you are a liar.
Fu Jiafang looked up to the sky and sighed, "You think I have never thought about changing places, little Zhu Zhu?"
The Xiao Zhu Zhu in Fu Jia Yifang's mouth is not Zhu Wuyi but Zhu Xiluo. Of course, if Wang Budie is replaced, Xiao Zhu Zhu can only be his pet name for Zhu Wuyi, and Zhu Xiluo can only become Lao Zhu Zhu.
"Xiao Zhu Zhu is a considerate teacher. There are many people at the city gate and the old man is not safe. He asked me to go to the Meridian Gate to do work. The old man went. I made a lot of money in one day of trial operation, but the old man felt that those stinky and shameless ministers In order to humiliate themselves, how much do you think each of them gave to Master?"
"One or two," the old man guessed.
It is estimated that Zhu Xiluo did not have the ability to ask Rich A to give up his beloved career. Therefore, Zhu Xiluo just wanted to minimize the impact and asked Rich A to change his workplace to Meridian Gate, and in order to ensure that Rich A would not be in vain When the bowl was returned, he specifically ordered the ministers to give some alms every day. After all, if the emperor still begged and didn't know the truth, he would be stabbed in the back.
"Chicken feathers, one penny, tell me what you can do with one penny. One penny has almost stopped circulating in the Ming Empire. Isn't this insulting? Those shameless ministers, I greet their ancestors. Disciple, what do you think? Would you still go to the Meridian Gate to look for humiliation?"
"Of course not. Master, beggars also have backbone and cannot accept food that comes with grumbling."
