They say love is priceless, but the betrothal gifts are nothing. The emotions consumed by asking for help from others may end up costing you a thousand times a hundred times more money in the end. After living in a materialistic society for so long, Wang Bushit likes that everything has a price, including his school beauty girlfriend who was planning to marry him in his previous life. The price was a villa, a luxury car and an eight-digit deposit in his bank card. Of course, his girlfriend was willing to marry him. Another wish I have is to take care of everything in my mother-in-law's house, including my brother-in-law's getting married and starting a family.
Coming to this strange world, Wang Bushi gained real feelings. This was something Wang Bushi didn't expect. He felt the same and his feelings were priceless. Until now, Wang Bushi didn't have any displeasure. After all, he and Zhu's mother had met each other. I have never seen him, and I have no feelings for him. He should pay a little for me, and his price is really not much. Let’s not talk about his identity. It only costs 10,000 taels, and the rich man just spends a few days in jail with me. To ensure a comfortable life in prison, I spent more than 200,000 taels. The Queen's price is very conscientious.
Thinking of this, Wang Bushu felt that the wealthy party was annoying everywhere, and his mouth movements were like eating shit and reminiscing about it.
Probably feeling something in his heart, or feeling guilty, the rich man's eyes were filled with Wang Busui, and he raised his head deliberately, "What are you looking at? The old man is over a hundred years old, and he is an elderly employee. Why is the price a little higher? Besides, After saying that the old man is the emperor's mentor, the queen also wants to address the old man as a mentor. Why do I charge a high fee? If the king is not dead, then you think it is high."
He can hold the eagle bow like a full moon, look northwest, and shoot at the wolf. If a centenarian returns to his old profession, it is a sign of moral decay, a distortion of human nature, or a tragedy for the entire society.
"Not high", Wang Busheng replied with a conscientious conscience, and he felt bad.
"Girl Jinghui, tell me, how tall is she?"
Well, Zhang Jinghui is not a professional actor, so she can't make her expression match the scene at this time, so she can only lower her head and nod.
"Xiao Zhuzhu, tell me, how tall is it?"
"It's not high, it's not high. Who dares to say that your salary is high, Master? I will ask my father to give him a slap."
"Humph, you have a conscience." He probably didn't want to see the poor acting skills of the three people. The wealthy party didn't want to see the faces of the three people anymore, so he lay on the bed again and turned off the acting skills. "The old man's current savings is only enough to buy With three coffins, there are still seven coffins left before it is perfect, and there is still a long way to go.”
For a person who is over a hundred years old and does not have ten coffins ready, he probably does not feel safe. He will also fake his body after death. Everyone needs to understand.
Rich A was bent over due to exhaustion, and at the same time he also filled his own pockets. According to a comprehensive assessment, Rich A was also the party that made the most profit from Wang Busheng’s imprisonment. According to Rich A’s past begging performance, the income in these two days was worth the rich Party A lives another hundred years.
After all, it is not an inn or a hotel. No matter how reluctant you are to leave, some people will always leave. Even if you give up all your feelings, your bicycle cannot carry Bai Fumei.
Wang Busheng's solitary cell was empty again. Zhang Jinghui left. He also wanted to make some preparations for Wang Busheng's safe release from prison. Zhu Wuyi left. He also wanted to buy jade cicada hairpins for his mother. The wealthy party also left. He said that he wanted to visit all the coffin shops in the city to see what other rare materials there were, and take advantage of this period of good luck to buy a few houses with different styles after his death.
When you have experienced everything, you will find that no matter how carefully you plan your life, it cannot match the arrangement of fate. Sometimes in life, it must be there, but in life, there is no time. Don't force it, meet it. It’s because I have debts to repay. I left because I have paid them off. Yuanqi, I saw you in the crowd. Yuanluo, I saw you in the crowd.
Wang Busui was not used to the feeling of being alone. He was used to companionship and sustenance. Being alone for even one second was a torture.
Whether it’s a husky or a farm dog, a smart person will look at the owner when beating a dog, and the rules will also depend on the person’s orders.
On the first day in jail, Wang Busheng was just a prisoner brought by Songjiang Prefecture. Naturally, the prison guards of the Ministry of Punishment had to act in accordance with the law and regulations. However, in the afternoon of the first day, the emperor's master came to the door. Who was the emperor's master? Although he was a beggar. , but who dares to treat the emperor's master like a beggar, and treating him with good wine and food is afraid of neglecting the emperor's master. The prison officer of the Ministry of Punishment has some doubts about Wang Busheng's identity, but today a beautiful woman came to visit first. Beauty is only one aspect. , the key family still has money, and then there is the son of the current emperor, who is Tianhuang nobleman, one of the legal heirs of the Ming Empire. One after another, big shots come to visit Wang Busheng, the criminal suspect who injured the Japanese pirates. They have no idea about Wang Busui's identity. I don't dare to guess anymore, it is absolutely correct to treat it as an offering to the ancestors.
The prison boss was recuperating, and the task of serving Wang Busheng one-on-one was left to Ergou. As a senior dog licker, Ergou was very talented in kneeling and licking.
After getting to know Wang Busui's rich background, Ergou was very clear about Wang Busui's position. He would not hesitate to let him eat shit, and he would write an article of no less than 3,000 words about his feelings after eating shit. The taste is fat but not greasy and melts in your mouth.
"Sir, it's dinner time in three hours. Let's see what you want." Ergou was crawling outside the old door, his eyes blinking, as if he was hurting his eyes by peeking at the widow taking a bath.
"Here, I've just finished eating and I'm thinking about my next meal. Will anyone think I'm a loser?"
"No, no" Ergou shook his head hurriedly, "Food is the first necessity of the people. How can you think if you don't eat? If you don't think, you will become a fool."
"Oh, it turns out that the fool is stupid because he doesn't have enough to eat." Wang Busheng suddenly realized, "Well, these few sections have a lot of meat dishes, so the next meal should be lighter."
"Yes, yes, everything is up to you." Ergou recommended a few vegetarian dishes. Seeing that Wang Bushit agreed, he carefully noted down, "Master, the days in prison are boring. I should go to Baihua Building to find some for me." Accompanied by a beautiful girl'
"Uh, can it be like this?" Wang Busei was shocked. He originally thought that the services in Songjiang Mansion Prison were special services, but this was the only one. It turned out that Wang Busei was ignorant and ignorant, and the Penal Department Prison also followed suit.
"Is there anything strange about this?"
"Well, in the Ming Empire, nothing should be surprising."
The rare sunshine was just right today. Wang Shouyi, who had been staying in the house for a few days, also walked out of his bedroom and came to the Octagonal Pavilion by the lake. Probably because she was worried about how cold it was outside, Wang Jixian deliberately placed several stoves next to Wang Shouyi.
He was originally from a later generation, and occasionally he was a guest in the front hall. He danced drunkenly with half a book in Feng Pavilion, sat in a well and talked about how vast the sky was.
Wang Shouyi sang softly, took a sip of tea, and continued, "Everyone in this world is passing by. Who will remember who you are?"
"Dad, don't worry about your thoughts. Taking good care of your body is the most important thing." Wang Jixian was waiting on the side, pulling the stove with the iron pestle in his hand, and a little spark flew up, but it was destined to be short-lived and hidden in the air, just like the lives of countless people.
"Haha, I have worked hard all my life, and now I am completely free. I am really not used to it." Picking up a handkerchief and wiping the tea stains at the corner of his mouth, Wang Shouyi turned to ask, "Are your two brothers on the road today?"
"Yes, the eldest brother and the second brother have left," Wang Jixian replied.
"Datong Mansion is no better than Beijing, and the conditions are a bit more difficult." Son Xing Qianli's mother is worried, and the same is true for fathers. No matter how useless he is, it is his own fault.
"Dad, don't worry. The wine master has selected many servants from among his servants, as well as some guards with strong martial arts skills. They will be fine."
"Ah That's good".
"Hehe" Wang Jixian couldn't help but smile, "Dad, you don't know, I went to see the eldest brother and second brother off when they left. The eldest brother was a little better, his face didn't have any abnormal color, but the second brother was different, he cried so much What a miserable person, those who didn’t know would have thought that you had severed the father-son relationship with him.”
"Go, girl, you are just talking nonsense. Your second brother has never traveled far in his life. This is the first time he has been so far away from home. It is understandable that he is a little sad."
""Haha, dad, I'm not talking nonsense. Many people in the family saw it. The second brother cried and shouted that he didn't want to go. If it weren't for the appointment by the current emperor, the second brother would have quit after leaving."
She usually doesn't have a good relationship with Wang Jixin, and Wang Jixian also arranges for him every chance she gets, not to mention that this is a fact.
"You, you, you,".
"My lord, the old man is here." At this moment, the drunkard came to complain.
"Oh, Lao Bu Sheng didn't accompany the Imperial Master in his career today." Wang Shouyi was surprised.
Wang Shouyi had not seen Lao BuSi for a long time since he entered the capital. Wang Shouyi was still surprised that Lao BuSi had free time today. Of course, after thinking about it, he understood that Lao BuSi would definitely be anxious if Wang BuSi was imprisoned.
"Ask him to come over, and also ask the kitchen to prepare some food and wine. You will come over soon, and we old guys can have a few drinks." Wang Shouyi ordered, "By the way, your master who is an alcoholic likes to eat chicken. Let the kitchen grow a few kinds." kind".
"Okay, Mr. Guo, I'll explain it right away."
Some people say that temperament is brought out in the mother's womb. Even if some people wear dragon robes, they look like unscrupulous vendors in scenic spots who deceive people for taking photos. And some people can't express their refined temperament even if they are wearing sacks. A beautiful face, such as Lao Immortal, whose original image of a fairy-like old god has been destroyed by the wealthy party for several months, has lost all his temperament and image.
"I've met the Duke of Guo".
Lao Immortal, who was wearing begging work clothes, soon appeared in front of Wang Shouyi. What shocked Wang Shouyi the most was that Lao Immortal was actually a little thinner.
"You're welcome, family." Wang Shouyi stretched out his hand to help the old man up, "Bushit, what's wrong with you? Why are you so thin these days?"
"Um." The old immortal's eyelids twitched. He has to beg in such a harsh environment every day because he can't eat well or sleep well. It is inevitable to lose weight. "Master said, I will look more handsome if I am thinner."
"Pfft" Wang Jixian couldn't help but spit out the tea. "Uncle Immortal, your handsomeness has nothing to do with whether you are fat or thin."
"Haha, the old man likes to hear the truth from the third girl."
It is natural to love beauty, and young girls also like handsome old men.
"Haha, Uncle Immortal, I mean, if you are fat or thin, you are not handsome at all." Seeing the proud look on the old man's face, Wang Jixian poured a bucket of swill.
"Girl, what do you know? If you don't believe me, ask the Duke. The old man was just a flower in the army back then. There are many women who miss me."
"Yes, I can prove this. There is one in Songjiang Mansion and one in Yingtian Mansion. They have never married because of you." Wang Shouyi smiled mysteriously and pointed at the old immortal, "You, beauty is a disaster."
Gossip is in the blood of women. Hearing the old stories of Lao Immortal, Wang Jixian's curiosity was aroused. "Who is it? Who is it? Uncle Immortal, do you still have someone to like you?"
Wang Jixian had an expression of disbelief, which completely angered the old man. "The old man needs to be good-looking, talented, and has people, so why can't he have admirers?"
"Haha, it's just a little unbelievable."
After a few jokes, a table of wine and food was quickly prepared.
There are meat dishes and vegetarian dishes. In this cold season, green vegetables are scarce.
Wang Jixian was on the side filling up the warm drinks for several people.
The old man raised his glass and said, "My lord, you don't have to be like this."
The old man's words were very vague, but Wang Shouyi understood what he meant. Wang Shouyi waved his hand, "It doesn't matter. When people get old, they must give young people some opportunities."
"But you gave in too much."
"As we get older, we look past everything and are willing to let it go, haha, but this wine is the only thing that is hard to let go of." No longer continuing the topic, Wang Shouyi raised his glass, "Here, let's toast to the first glass of wine." "Brother Pao Ze".
The old man and the drunkard raised their glasses and drank all the wine in the glass.
"A glass of wine is a toast to the past, but it can't bring back yesterday's time. To the future, to the unattainable dream. To my friends, to you and my blood and tears on the battlefield."
Cup after cup of wine, cup after cup.
Maybe it’s letting go of everything, maybe it’s the sigh of passing clouds and a handful of loess, maybe it’s the unwillingness after giving without reservation.
Don't talk about destiny when you understand the Tao, don't take the true scriptures for practice, one is sad, one is happy, and the other is prosperous, which one is destined in the previous life, the cassock is inherently impure, the mortal world is unstained, the nature is empty, and the faint drums and drums are thousands of years old, these are all the dreams of idiots.
