Youth is a state of mind, not years. Youth is not limited to the beauty of rosy lips and a flexible and strong body, but is limited to the spirit of lofty ideals, the state of reverie, the prosperity of passion, the spring of life, the endless flow of courage, and the evergreen youth. Fu Jiafang is already over a hundred years old, but he is still so persistent, as if he has persisted in begging for a lifetime, and only wants money without food. Rich A has become obsessed with arranging things after death. Everyone has their own things that they insist on. What Rich A wants to do now is to buy a few more coffins. Ice beds must be obtained.
"Ahem, it's a long journey. Let's pray together for the two old people who are about to be buried." I wonder if Guo'er and Xiao Longnu will sell the ice bed generously. I hope they will do a fair deal and don't use any force. After all, the body will smell after traveling so far to collect the body.
"Our Ming Empire is singing and dancing, and the two old people will be fine," Wang Jixian said.
"Yes, that old man from the rich side has been begging all his life, he should know how to hide from dogs." Wang Busheng also believes that the rich side has a strong ability to survive.
"It'll be okay. I've sent people to keep an eye on it. Junior brother, this is the letter from the Duke of Guo," the drunkard handed the letter to Wang Busheng.
Wang Busui opened it and saw that the white paper was empty, not a single word.
Zhang Jinghui and Leng Bingbing were confused when they saw the letter.
Wang Jixian grabbed it, but after looking at it, she didn't know what it meant, "Uncle Jiu, what do you mean, father?"
"I don't know," he patted Wang Busheng on the shoulder, "When we have a chance in the future, our brothers and sisters will have a good drink." Then he turned around and the drunkard returned to Min Guogong's mansion.
"Dad, what do you mean, you're trying to be mysterious?" Wang Jixian pouted and said, "Wang Bu Die, just wait, I'll ask dad."
"No, aunt, no need." Putting away the white paper, Wang Busheng had a smile on his face, "I know what the Duke of the Kingdom means."
After Wu Zetian passed away, she left a wordless monument to the world, which probably meant that her merits and demerits would be left for future generations to comment on, but Min Guogong's wordless letter naturally did not mean this.
"Jianlong's Legacy" records that Taizu of the Song Dynasty brought peace to the world and did not want to kill too many people. A wordless letter allowed him to successfully wear the yellow robe.
Life is a blank piece of paper. As you grow up, the paper for yesterday has been filled up, but today and tomorrow are still blank. Do you write your future yourself or do others write it for you? If he enters the Wang family, what can the nominal grandfather Min Guogong give him? It seems that the only person in the Wang family who is in the court is Min Guogong himself. I was wrong. Now there are two, the elders of my blood who have been pushed away. Dad and uncle whom I have never met and don't necessarily have much affection for.
When a man is between heaven and earth, he should point his sword at the heaven and earth. He should rely on heaven and earth and rely on his ancestors. He is not considered a hero. The fruits harvested by your own efforts are the sweetest.
There are many smart people in the world. Soon Zhang Jinghui understood the meaning of the wordless letter and reached out to hold Wang Busei's arm, "Busui, I believe in you. Give time, let the past pass, let the beginning begin, let's not rush, The years are left for you to appreciate. I don’t want all the days to be related. I just want you to live your own wonderful life. I, we, and all of us will applaud you."
Zhang Jinghui took Leng Bingbing's hand and then looked at everyone, "Let us work together for the Wang family and Wang Busheng."
"Yes, young master, you are omnipotent. You can go from being a diaosi who just left the mountain village and his situation is no better than that of a beggar to earn such a big business in just a few months. There is no doubt about your ability." The man who escaped from death said The white cat came quietly behind Wang Busheng. After all, only a master can have a home, and only a master can pay for himself to compensate for the losses of the Duke of Min.
When I saw the drunkard who had arranged work for him just now, Bai Mao's eyes were blinking with cramps. After all, Duke Min's palace was full of facilities and could shelter him from the wind and rain, but, well, falling flowers are intentional, and flowing water is ruthless. After thinking about it, Bai Mao felt that the Wang family was probably his final destination. In order for him to be able to compete with others, it was necessary for his master to be stronger. For example, if he were the dog of Lao Zhu's family, Shuang Wai Wai Wai would let him pay for the bathhouse. .
You are all pretending, you are all acting, you keep teaching me, asking me to do this, asking me not to do this, but you, you don't do it, and you do it. The life of an ordinary person, cattle and horses in prosperous times, cannon fodder in troubled times, squeezes one's body in peace, and kills one's life in war. If the king does not mention the title of marquis, one general will achieve great success and ten thousand bones will wither.
"I don't want to work hard. I also want to be the end of my life as soon as I'm born. I'll be as rich as a country, have all the power in the world, and have a lot of wives and concubines. Why do you think so highly of yourself?" Wang Bushi was speechless and distressed. Time travel was just a journey. Wang Busheng didn't want to be too tired.
"Yes, Wang Bu die, my aunt supports you. My eldest and second brothers, that is, your father and your uncle, have still accomplished nothing at such an old age. But you, Wang Bu die, have achieved such success at such a young age. This shows that the Duke of Min's government has The soil and water do not support people, so you should make your own way in the outside world, otherwise you will be affected by entering the Duke of Min's Mansion and lose all your skills." Wang Jixian also supported Wang Bushit's decision to make a career. "And you are so rich, it will be extremely easy to become an official in the future."
"The world is being flooded by shameless beliefs. That belief is that power is omnipotent and justice achieves nothing. You are still too young. You can't defeat officials even if you have money. Otherwise, apologize to Li Yutang. Buy an official position by the way." Wang Busheng thought like this,
Of course, the male protagonist's excellent character does not allow him to do this. Mount Tai can subdue tough talkers, and it can also help many people appreciate the beauty of the sunrise on the top of the mountain step by step.
A hand stretched out, "Well, with you, I will succeed."
One hand stretched out and held them together tightly, "Come on."
The afterglow of the setting sun shone on Wang Busheng's face, and Zhang Jinghui watched with fascination. Wang Busheng could have lived a carefree life, but his character was not suitable for the court of the Ming Dynasty. Loyal ministers had no place to stand, and corrupt officials were like swarms of rats. , lying flat and rolling inward is the choice of many people. The human heart is dangerous in the mountains and rivers, and it is difficult to know the sky. But for himself, for his little sister, and for Sister Leng's sake, he had to let him do something he was not good at. Life. There are always so many disappointments.
"In life, if there is a gap between heaven and earth, it will happen all of a sudden. Time waits for no one, so I will go find that dead eunuch Hao Liande now." Wang Jixian is impatient and said that we should cheer together, so she went to buy oil for Wang Busheng.
"Wait a minute, aunt, why are you looking for Hao Liande?"
"Of course I'm asking for an official position for you," Wang Jixian patted Wang Busheng's shoulder, with a proud look on his face, "I'm not telling you, although your aunt and I have never been involved in officialdom, but You still have a little face, so it’s no problem for Hao Liande and I to find you an official position."
"No, no, no," Wang Bushi hurriedly refused.
"Hey, we are all a family. We don't want to see anyone outside. Don't worry, Hao Liande won't ask me for money." How could Hao Liande ask for money from me when he is so good-looking?
"No, that's not what I meant, aunt, the units Hao Liande arranged are not good ones."
"Jinyiwei, this is the emperor's personal army, and it can also be regarded as a unit directly under the Ming Empire."
"The reputation of Jinyiwei,"
"You are saying that Jin Yiwei's reputation is not very good and he is always scolded,"
"Yes, and Jin Yiwei has always been a typical representative of villains. He often receives rotten eggs from ignorant people." Wang Busheng said in a low voice, fearing that the omnipotent Jin Yiwei would hear it.
"Reputation and money are just like clouds. They can scold them if they want. The shameless Li Yutang has been scolded for so long and I haven't seen him burp." And Liu Wenzheng, the Minister of the Ministry of Punishment, I made countless promises on the stage. I hope he can reach the immortal world as soon as possible. No, he is still alive and kicking now. He probably has no good impression of several civil servant leaders. Wang Jixian did a lot of planning behind the scenes, "Besides, you are a young man. The future hope of the Ming Empire lies in believing in science and opposing superstition. A few curse words will not kill anyone."
"Uh, people in feudal society are so enlightened." Wang Bu died in admiration.
"Auntie, this matter needs long-term consideration." Wang BuShu rejected Wang Jixian's kindness. Being a royal guard was not Wang BuShu's first choice.
"Actually, the Jinyiwei are quite good. They are like cows. They eat grass and squeeze out milk. They bow their heads and are willing to be like oxen. They never do anything other than human affairs."
"No, aunt, grandson, no, nephew, thank you. Even if you kill me, you won't be a royal guard."
Wang Jixian advised, but Wang Busheng refused, and Zhang Jinghui and others stood aside and couldn't say anything. At this moment, a rough voice came.
"Brother Wang, Brother Wang, look, I'll make it easier for you to find me."
Wang Bu Shou looked up and saw thousands of Jin Yiwei, officials and money running over in a line.
"Hey, it's Brother Qian, why are you here?"
Although Qian Liexian is a martial artist, he also has a sharp eye. These people in front of him are all fuel-efficient lamps, and they are not something that Qianhu, a small Jinyiwei Qianhu, can neglect.
Facing Wang Jixian and Zhang Jinghui, Qian lined up and saluted one by one.
"In my humble position, I have met Miss Wang and Miss Zhang." Then he looked at Wang Busheng, Qian Liexian had a happy smile on his face. "Congratulations to Brother Wang, congratulations to Brother Wang."
"Where does happiness come from?" Wang Budie was puzzled. "Could it be that the Ministry of Punishment arrested the wrong person and they were compensated afterwards?"
Of course, Wang Busheng was wrong. The butt is used for defecation and the mouth is used for eating.
"I know why I came, brother," said informant Qian Lie. Like young men and women who have just learned how to use a 'little umbrella', they like to play guessing games.
"have no idea"? Wang Busheng is not in the mood to play games with people who are not good-looking.
"Haha, I'm here to deliver the Holy Spirit's oral instructions on behalf of my family."
"What, what, what Brother Zhu said."
"Zhu, Brother Zhu".
"Ahem!" Wang Jixian interrupted hurriedly. Wang Budie, who is seeking death, who should he call "big brother", "Qian Liexian, please tell me if you have anything to say. It's dinner time."
"Yes, it's Miss Wang. I'll just tell you because of my humble position."
"Do you want to kneel down?" Xiaobai Wang asked as a courtesy.
"No, it's not necessary in a civilized society," Wang Jixian replied.
Clearing his throat, Qian Liexian clasped his fists in the direction of the palace and said, "The Holy Spirit decreed that the king would not die to pay his respects."
"The emperor wants to see me," Wang Bushi couldn't help but feel a little surprised. He had heard that students were asked to invite their parents, but no head of the family took the initiative to meet the teacher, except for giving gifts. "Maybe just like in my previous life, I could use coupons, shopping cards, or just give money directly."
"What, aunt, dears, my student's parents want to see me, I'll come back as soon as I go." He was not tall enough, so he reached up on his toes and tried his best to hold Qian Liexian's shoulders, "Brother Qian, let's go."
"Okay, don't let the Holy Master wait in a hurry."
"Yes, let's go."
