We will stop here with the description of money. After all, the author is also a poor man and has not made any money from writing books. The description of money is inevitably subjective. Now we shift the focus to Zhang Jinghui’s purpose of coming to the prison of the Ministry of Punishment this time. Come up.
Looking at the cell leader who was still begging for mercy, Zhang Jinghui did not show an expression of impatience. After all, she had seen too many people like this. "Can you please step aside, brother cell leader? We have something to say."
"Okay, I'll leave right away." For the sake of money, the prison boss always served with a smile, "Master Imperial, please see if you move elsewhere."
"Damn it, you're blind, we're in the same group." Fu Jia Fang was a little angry. Although he was the male supporting character, he wouldn't be ignored like this. He could use it and leave it as soon as it was used. The same goes for the male supporting character. Well done with dignity.
"Um, Imperial Master, that's not how the script is written," the prison head said, "I know everything about the world," "According to the script of a bloody screenwriter, the male protagonist will always have something to do with the female protagonist before he dies, and he will sacrifice a heart. Tadpole, leave a descendant or something, after all, the story is not over yet, the old one is dead, and the young one is still a good man eighteen years later."
"Nima, does this editor write pornographic articles? He can think of such bloody scenes."
The king was speechless. Zhang Jinghui's face turned red. The rich man did not mind seeing the excitement, and he also admired the heroic appearance of his closed disciple.
"A few of you are dissatisfied. Last year at this time, there was a Yuanwai in our village. He was the only son in the family and his family had a lot of money. Unexpectedly, this old boy was not very discerning and offended one of the many brothers-in-law of our Minister of Justice. The Yuanwai Even though I was sentenced to death, they still forced me to let the boy consummate his marriage with his wife, and this year I gave birth to a big fat boy."
To be reasonable and present the facts, my fellow prison boss is absolutely convincing. The prison boss's intention is very clear. Living in the prison of the Ministry of Punishment means that you will have a son.
Okay, let this warm-hearted cell leader continue to talk, no matter how shameful he can say, Zhang Jinghui finally couldn't help it, "Brother cell leader, please give me some private space, this imperial master" They are our elders and there is no need to avoid them."
"Okay" After collecting the money, the service content has been completed and the guests have been kicked out. The cell leader obeyed the order and left obediently. He also asked several government officials to stand at their posts.
It’s only natural to go out for money and suffer a little. Compared with the days when there is no job at home and empty pockets, this feeling is more painful than coptis. In the face of money, the prison head has also been put away. The dignity of civil servants in the Ming Empire, we will do whatever others ask us to do.
The idlers left, and the house was finally clean.
"Sister Jinghui, I will return the money to you later." The two families paid hundreds of thousands for themselves. Although Zhang Jinghui was not an outsider, before the marriage, the Zhang family's money was the Zhang family's money. Wang Busheng was determined not to accept it. , I heard that Zhang Luzi has the habit of sharpening knives in the middle of the night. If he beats a dog with more than 200,000 taels of meat buns, Zhang Luzi should not have a good temper.
Zhang Jinghui smiled charmingly, "Money is a trivial matter. As long as you can be safe, it doesn't matter how much money you spend."
Those who have my heart will compare their hearts to their hearts, and those who have my heart will exchange truth for truth. If a wife is found like this, what else can a husband ask for?
"Girl, the old man disagrees with your point of view." After eating a lot of dog food, the rich man finally found a reason to say, "The old man is over a hundred years old and eats more salt than you have ever eaten. Looking for a man?" It’s much easier than making money.”
"Oh, Emperor Master, what does this mean?"
"Girl, let's just talk about you. You need to be talented, you need to be rich, you need to be good-looking, you need to be in good shape, you need to have status, and you need a boyfriend who wants something. It's not just a matter of words. Take a look. The king is not dead, he looks average, he can’t write poetry, let alone engage in literature and art. He only sings songs and makes movies. He has no merit except being able to eat. So you treat him as a treasure. If it were me, Even if you are blind, you will not fall in love with this guy."
High technology is needed at this moment. Wang Busheng's face turned black in an instant, as black as the bottom of a pot. "Old man, if you scold the cook while eating the food, the sky will strike. You are the one who can suppress people like you. If it weren't for me, you would have been killed long ago." Even if I starve to death in Songjiang Mansion, I can still open up a new spring in Yingtian Mansion."
"Hey, loyal words are harsh to the ears. True words are harsh to the ears. It turns out that what everyone least wants to believe is the truth. It's too cold to be high, and it's too cold to be high." The rich man lamented that God has no eyes, and it rained hail on a sunny day.
"Although there are many men in the world, I only choose the one I like. He can have no money, no talent, no appearance, no background. As long as I want him, he will be my man."
A few words that didn't rhyme, were sensational, and didn't contain uncommon words came out of Zhang Jinghui's mouth, but Wang Busheng felt as heavy as a mountain. Even the rich man who had been emotionally empty all his life was a little moved.
Many beautiful things in the world are not always within reach. After experiencing the brewing and polishing in the world, the results of waiting will become more precious.
With you here, in the cell, my heart is looking towards the stars, my eyes are full of poetry, my dream is in the distance, you and I are there in the distance. I was surprised and happy when I first met, and I was stunned after a long time.
"The king is immortal, time waits for no one, cherish what should be cherished." After saying this, Fu Jia lay on the bed and closed his eyes, perhaps thinking of the people who should be cherished.
Holding Zhang Jinghui's hands affectionately, a thousand words can't be worth a look, "It's great to have you."
Blinking her talking eyes, Zhang Jinghui said "Me too" with an expression on her face.
"How did you come"?
"By the way, I came here for business." Zhang Jinghui hurriedly asked after swimming back from the sea of love, "Our time is limited. I already knew that you had a conflict with the Japanese pirate. It was not a big deal. Now I ask You, do you have anything to do with Xie Xiaodong?"
Wang Bushi thought for a while, "I've met that Xie Xiaodong several times, but he doesn't know me. The conflict in Suzhai happened to be just the right time."
"I heard that Li Jinzhong and Wu Niaopeng were also present."
"Yes, there are these two people. After the conflict with Li Jinzhong at Tianci Mountain, they later had some disagreements with him. And Wu Niaopeng is Liu Mei's cousin. It seems that I have no disagreements with him."
"Li Jinzhong's father is only a ninth-rank official, and Wu Niaopeng has no background. There is nothing to fear from these two people. If you want to rescue you, you have to rely on Xie Xiaodong. His father Xie Xiangrong is from Li Yutang, the Minister of Civil Affairs. Li Yutang and my grandfather don't deal with each other, which is why things are more difficult to handle."
"But I have encountered injustice on the road. Sister Cuihua can testify that I am also trying to save people."
"This is true, but the person who is trying your case is Liu Wenzheng, the Minister of Justice."
"This old boy won't be able to deal with your grandpa, right?"
Zhang Jinghui nodded, "Yes."
"Sister Jinghui, count the number of people who are officials. They are not a bunch of friends. Let's look at how our grandfather is a bunch of enemies."
"Ahem," Zhang Jinghui said helplessly, "Martial men and civil servants have been natural enemies since ancient times."
"Hey, grandpa should learn from me. He has a group of friends just a few days after arriving in Songjiang Mansion."
"Well, you have quite a few enemies." Zhang Jinghui didn't say anything to save face for her man.
"It seems that my affairs are not easy to handle." Wang Bushu was also a little worried. "I asked just now, and it's not easy to spend money."
"Don't worry, my grandfather and the Duke of Zhen are already looking at this case. They want to confuse right and wrong, and it's not that simple to call a deer a horse."
"Well, justice lies in the human heart. If you are guilty of helping others, who will be willing to be a good person in the future? I believe that there is justice in the Ming Dynasty and the Ming Empire."
Zhang Jinghui smiled slightly and was noncommittal.
When the wind blows outside, I think about this unfair world. At this time, a figure appears in front of the prison door of the Ministry of Punishments.
Because of yesterday's Japanese pirate incident, the number of people guarding the prison of the Criminal Department was changed from two to four. For no other reason than simply because they felt that the four pairs of eyes should not see things wrong again.
The appearance of the stranger quickly attracted the attention of the four people. Seeing that it was the costumes of the Ming Empire, the four people obviously felt at ease.
One of the government officials took out his sword and shouted loudly, "Comers, stop here. This is the prison of the Ministry of Punishment. The rest of the gang are waiting for you to leave quickly, otherwise you will be in trouble."
The visitor was not shouted away, but continued to step forward, "I know this is the prison of the Ministry of Punishment, and I'm here to visit Wang Busei."
Once a teacher, always a father, Wang Busheng's cheap son finally appeared. Because of his obesity, Zhu Wuji was a little out of breath during the walk and hurriedly bent down to rest for a while.
"We're visiting that man named Wang Immortal again."
One person looked at the other three and asked, "Let me in?"
"Of course I'll let you in, but hey, you guys understand."
"Haha, it's exactly what I want," another yamen official agreed.
"The price should be increased this time. How about one thousand taels? We are two hundred and fifty each."
"Great, great, we have no objection."
"Hey, that fat man, you can visit if you want. We are not unreasonable people." An older government servant took a step forward.
"Damn it, who are you calling a fat person?"
"Um, I'm sorry, I was rude." The elderly government officer apologized decisively, exposing others rather than exposing others' shortcomings, and hitting others rather than slapping others in the face. Maybe fat people are most afraid of others calling them fat. For example, they dislike the word "no".
"It's like this. According to the rules of our Penal Department prison, anyone who wants to visit a prisoner has to pay," the senior yamen officer explained.
These rules are common in all yamen of the Ming Empire. These are not regulations. Don't ask why, you just need to abide by them. Of course, many of these rules are also improvised, such as the increase in visitation fees.
"What, you have to pay money to visit prisoners, why haven't I heard of that?" Zhu Wuyu was curious.
As the fourth prince of the Ming Empire, it can be said that the Ming Empire also belongs to their old Zhu family. All the officials of the Ming Empire are their own slaves. The slaves secretly make some gray income. How can the slaves tell their masters? Therefore, except for the regulations of various yamen that can be written on paper, Zhu Wuyi did not know about other regulations.
"You've heard it now, be good, if you want to get in, you have to pay for it,"
"You're not joking if you ask me to pay for it."
Zhu Wuji was a little displeased. Damn, this Ministry of Punishment prison was considered his own property. How could anyone have to pay for his own property? Besides, it’s easy to save some money yourself, so how can you give it to these government servants who have no professional ethics?
"Um, are you sure you're not joking?" The yamen officer was also a little displeased. "Young man, please don't drink the wine without drinking the fine wine. I'll leave my words here. If you don't have a thousand taels, don't even think about entering the prison of the Criminal Department."
"Pa, your uncle, Zhu Wuyu is angry. "My surname is Zhu and my first name is Wuyu."
"Well, my surname is Zhu," the yamen servant said in confusion, "There is a butcher living next door to my house who also has the surname Zhu."
"The surname is Zhu, and the given name is Wuyu, Zhu Wuyu. It seems that the fourth son of the current emperor is also called this name." One of the more alert government servants got excited and knelt down on the ground. "I have met His Highness the Fourth Prince. I have eyes." If you don’t know Taishan, what you just said was just a joke.”
The other three people who reacted slowly were frightened after hearing this, and their legs weakened and they fell to their knees.
Although the Ming Empire had already banned the kneeling ceremony, the four of them were still nostalgic for the past. Since it existed for a reason, the kneeling ceremony could more clearly show their piety.
