Many people envy others to be helped by noble people, but we know why noble people help them. It is because they have value and can bring benefits to noble people. Therefore, I can become a valuable person by constantly learning, settling, and growing. Our talents can support our ambitions, then we are qualified to seek noble people. In reality, only when you are strong, the world will be kind to you, dislike the poor and love the rich, bully the weak and fear the strong, this is inevitable in human nature part. Therefore, we must work hard to gain a foothold in this unfairly priced world.
My father is a fourth-grade life official with power and money. According to the public's opinion, my father is also a person who cannot be messed with. He is a hard nut that wild dogs cannot chew. Such a powerful person must be someone who everyone looks up to, but today my father was actually impeached, and the people who were impeached were still a group of unofficial and jobless people. At most, there were two stinky little people. It's not like they were standing in a high position. If you come out, you can point out the country, and one word can determine life or death. Xie Xiaodong doesn't understand it very much, and he doesn't want to work hard anymore. After working hard, he has the power and money to do whatever he wants. His hard work has not yielded the expected harvest, and the food on the ground has rotted. What is the meaning of . A group of deceitful moralists with a lot of big ideas but no real work.
This was a case within a case. Hao Liande never thought that the main purpose of his side today was for Wang Busheng to be released without guilt and be safe and sound. But God has eyes and evil will be punished. Today is the time.
It's embarrassing to be a dog licker. There is no moral integrity, but the master rewards you with food, such as money and line. If he hears Xie Xiaodong's inner voice, he will definitely refute that if he hears Xie Xiaodong's inner voice, he will gain something. If he is not willing to part with those few taels of tea, he will give orders. Adults will think of themselves all the time and greet themselves as soon as possible when they need someone. Qian Liexian felt happy in his heart. The feeling of being loved was very good. The life of someone caring about him was so beautiful.
Upon hearing Hao Liande's greeting, Qian Liexian immediately came out and said, "I'm here for a humble job."
Just hearing the task assigned by Hao Liande, I was eager to give it a try just now. Leave the matter to me. Your confident smile froze in an instant. They spoke a few words without missing a word. This was a bit difficult.
"Sir, my lord, I have studied in a humble position and don't know many words." Qian Liexian's smile was very forced. After all, being uneducated is a disadvantage. In any era, being ignorant and illiterate is not a word of praise.
"Well, okay, I overestimate my subordinates. Anyone who can write or draw is not willing to join the Jinyiwei. After all, being cursed to give birth to a child without holes is not a kind blessing. Recruit talented people and improve the overall Jinyiwei." The cultural level is urgent." Hao Liande felt that he had a heavy responsibility on his shoulders, "How about doing a night training!"
There is no one available, and Hao Liande is a little decadent. After all, Jin Yiwei is not a hot-selling profession, and it is not comparable to other Internet celebrity professions.
"My lord, the common people are proficient in writing and are willing to do the work for me."
This is not like someone giving you a pillow when you are dozing off. Hearing the voice of someone volunteering, Hao Liande was overjoyed and said, "That's really great." Looking for the reputation, Hao Liande saw a familiar face.
Wang Bushit's smile was very bright. Good deeds are rewarded with good deeds, and evil deeds are rewarded with evil deeds. He who did good deeds and did not like to leave his name finally cleared the air and saw the blue sky. His injustice was redressed, and he was now a qualified good citizen of the Ming Empire.
Without Hao Liande's help, Wang Bushit believed that he would not be able to clear his grievances so easily. After all, Jin Yiwei is the ancestor of the intelligence industry. Including verifying the identity of Wu Lie Ji Locust and increasing the deterrent power of "nude photos", Jin Yiwei has played an indispensable role. The role of shirk.
Wang Bushi knew how to be grateful. When he heard that Hao Liande was in need, Wang Bushi immediately recommended him. It was just a job of writing a few words. Wang Bushi believed that he was qualified for the job.
"You kid can still read"? Hao Liande was very suspicious.
In Hao Liande's limited social experience, Hao Liande believes that a person who is greedy for food, money and gambling cannot be an educated person. After all, educated people are all moral people who cannot be promiscuous with wealth, cannot be moved by poverty, cannot be subdued by force, and cannot be content with anything. It's impossible to enjoy that.
"Uh, shit, I'm being despised. I'm the male protagonist. I'm not an unscrupulous artist who just goes up the mountain and hunts tigers by saying 1, 2, 3, 4, 5. I also need to memorize my lines. How can I win an Oscar if I can't read? Okay. Well, he is a leader after all, and he has the ability to see people with dog eyes."
Wang Busi stepped forward and said, "Sir, I can read at the age of three. I have read all the ancient books at the age of four. I can compose poetry at the age of five. It is no exaggeration to say that I have a knowledge of five hundred years and five hundred years of knowledge."
Well, five hundred years from now, rich and powerful old handsome guys like you will be a hot commodity and the favorite of many girls. Although you are missing some parts, they are affectionate, as long as you can ensure that they have enough food and clothing. , they can reward you with a green head. If you don't mind, you are happy to be a father. What a lucky thing. You don't have to do anything on your own to become a father.
"Oh, it's true." Even though he was the number one scholar, he didn't dare to say that he knew the world. Hao Liande was very doubtful. "If you are full of losses, how can you benefit from modesty?"
"Well," Wang Bushit touched his head, and suddenly an inspiration flashed in his mind, "I lost a lot of money, but Yu Qian benefited."
Well, fortunately Shaobao was buried relatively far away. Otherwise, the house would be uneasy if Wang Bu died, and Mao Xiaofang would have a hard time.
"Plop, pop" sounds came and went, and the sound of everyone falling down made everyone petrified. Anyone who has read books for a few days should know this sentence in "Shang Shu Dayu Mo", which means that pride and complacency will lead to losses, humility and humility Will get benefits. "
"Damn it, you ignorant bastard, what did Lao Immortal teach you?" Hao Liande's face looked like he had eaten an animal organ. "Is this your understanding?"
"Yes, that's right."
"Are you sure?" Hao Liande thought that Wang Busheng felt that the trial hall was too serious and made a joke to lighten the atmosphere.
"I'm pretty sure about such a simple question." Wang Bushi was very confident. "My understanding of ancient Chinese is still far behind my level of poetry writing."
"Oh, it turns out that your understanding of ancient Chinese is weak, and poetry is your specialty."
Liu Wenzheng, who had been silent all this time, also acted uncharacteristically and took the initiative to speak. He was probably dissatisfied with Wang Bu's death and wanted to see him make a fool of himself.
"Young Master Wang, why don't you write a poem on the spot. I and the adults are all ears. If the poem you write is satisfactory to me and the adults, I will recommend you to study in the Imperial College. How about it?" Zhang Songhe also took the initiative to leave.
At present, the plot to kill Wang Budie and disgust Qian Song has gone bankrupt, and Zhang Songhe can only indulge in it. After all, the cultural level of the Ming Empire is that there are really few intellectuals who can write poetry.
"Uh, sir, you are pushing me into a pit of fire. If I study in the Imperial College, I would rather go to the underworld to queue up for the lottery and wait for reincarnation in the next life."
"The king is not dead, you might as well tell me if you have any masterpieces," Hao Liande also said with a face full of curiosity. Although he has the talent of number one, when it comes to writing poems, Hao Liande said that his level is very average.
Damn it, I am a time-travelling person, and you ask me to compose a poem. You are not using a cannon to kill mosquitoes - you are overqualifying your talents. Wang Busheng said that he had 300 Tang poems and 300 Song lyrics in his heart.
Um, is it a bit too much to blatantly plagiarize Tang poetry and Song lyrics?
What a grand occasion, this is the best opportunity to invite names to fight monsters and gain experience. Tang poetry and Song lyrics cannot be used, and the only ones left are those from Manchu and Qing Tatars.
Otherwise, if life were just like the first time we met, it would be a waste to use such catchy poems here.
"In ancient times, Cao Zhi wrote a poem in seven steps. If the king is not dead, how many steps should you take?" With no way to save his life, Xie Xiaodong also thought about it and try to make another face in the countdown of his limited life.
With no time to care about the dying person, Wang Bushit suddenly thought of a song, and a smile spread on his face, "Sir, I have it."
"Well, there is an ambiguity." These people in the Ming Empire may not know the story of later generations. Just in case, Wang Busui added, "I mean I have a poem."
"Sister, my husband really knows how to compose poetry"? Leng Bingbing was very suspicious.
Zhang Jinghui smiled, "I don't know either, but he always makes people shine."
There is no incomparable beauty in the world. A beauty is beautiful to the eye. Her appearance will captivate a country and make people in the world astonished. People who are good-looking will never tire of them.
"Haha, I'm blessed for my ears." Liu Wenzheng's smile contained contempt. For a businessman who came out of a ravine and you know how to compose poetry, you are slapping us scholars in the face.
Wang Bushu's favorite thing to do was slaps in the face, and he quickly said, "One piece, two pieces, three four pieces,"
"Haha, I can count," Xie Xiaodong laughed loudly.
Several adults were also well-educated. They couldn't hold back their laughter when they heard Wang Busheng's number poem.
There is no good or bad in the first sentence, Hao Liande thinks so.
"Smile, sir, laugh," he said in his mind to greet Mr. Xie Xiaodong, who is also Xie Xiangrong's eldest brother. Wang Bushi continued to read, "Five pieces, six pieces, seven or eight pieces."
Well, Hao Liande covered his face, he probably guessed wrong.
Zhang Songhe and Liu Wenzheng couldn't help it. "After going two or three miles away, there were four or five houses in Yancun. There were six or seven pavilions and eighty or ninety flowers. There are also excellent numerical poems." Of course, they didn't think Wang Busheng was that good. level.
"Haha, it's still numbers." Xie Xiaodong smiled wildly, and the flat conductor in his throat kept trembling, "I can do the following, nine pieces, ten pieces, and eleven pieces."
"You are so ugly, could it be that you came from time travel?" Wang Bushu doubted deeply, "Could it be that you are the shit in my belly?"
"Sir, the king will never die to curse people."
"Ahem," Zhang Songhe said. After all, he is the Minister of Rites, and the moral construction of the people of the Ming Empire is his own responsibility.
"The king will not die, be polite, establish new practices, use civilized language, and don't use foul language."
"Yes, sir, this kid is being rude. For some reason, when he sees Xie Xiaodong's face, he becomes rude."
"I deserve to be scolded for my appearance. If you kill someone and punish your heart, you are going too far." Xie Xiaodong was unhappy, complaining for the first time that his parents didn't have a face that he could use as food.
Raise a glass to invite the bright moon, and look at each other as three people. Why are you the only one on the ugly road? Villains also talk about human rights.
"Okay, Wang Bushit, continue your masterpiece," Liu Wenzheng said.
"Nine pieces, ten pieces, eleven pieces." Wang Busheng read out the third sentence
"Haha, what I said is right."
A clown who is too lazy to get his lunch box immediately after the regular meeting. "The plum blossoms are gone when they fly in,"
"Okay, it is indeed a good poem." Hao Liande slapped the table and stood up excitedly. I regret what I just thought.
This poem was written by Zheng Xie in the Qing Dynasty. Well, I guess everyone is not familiar with this person. He changed his name to Zheng Banqiao. The flying snowflakes are one, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight or ninety. There are countless thousands of them, they fly into the plum blossoms and disappear.
The first three sentences are ordinary and people are underestimating them, but the fourth sentence is the finishing touch. With a profound artistic conception that combines movement and stillness, the whole poem is suddenly pushed from the bottom to the peak.
No wonder Hao Liande was so excited, a poem that even Emperor Qianlong adapted was so bad.
Zhang Songhe and Liu Wenzheng were silent. Wang Busheng's poem could not be given a fair evaluation by the so-called scholars in the Imperial College.
"Haha, after counting, you flew to the flowers to hide and seek. Wang Bushit, you still have a childlike innocence and a lot of playfulness. Although I don't know the quality of the poem, Xie Xiaodong likes to bury the male protagonist. This is the author's gift Xie Xiaodong adhered to his duties until the end.
"Sir, since the common people are no longer guilty, I heard that the laws of the Ming Empire stipulate that false accusations are counterfeit, but I don't know whether it is true or not."
Okay, this topic jumps a bit.