In any era, everyone regards being able to become a talented person as their top priority and goal, and Zhu Xiluo is no exception. Although his son does not need a diploma, does not need to have connections to send red envelopes, and does not need to be admitted into the system, but People always want to develop for the good. If possible, Zhu Xiluo wouldn't mind if his son was like Zhu Xi.
The topic of his son was not suitable for further discussion, so Zhu Xiluo soon changed the topic, "Wang Busheng, I heard that you are still a white man and are doing business in partnership with two princes."
"Yes, Your Majesty." Wang Busui was a little excited. Hao Liande, fourth and fifth grade, couldn't give it to him, but if Zhu Xiluo insisted on going his own way, he still had a good chance. After all, I am your son's master. No matter how generous you are in repaying yourself, I am capable of doing the job. The strong wind knows the strong grass, and the rough waves know the sincere minister. A brave man must be aware of righteousness, and a wise man must be benevolent. My king is not dead, he is the Ming Empire version of Xiao Yu.
"You, although the Duke of Min is unwilling to accept you, you are the queen of the generals after all, and it is still unseemly to do business." Like educating students who only like money. Although he is the king of a country, Zhu Xiluo does not have a forward-looking vision, and he does not support Wang Busheng's business.
Zhu Xiluo did not conceal the identity of Wang BuSheng, and Wang BuSheng did not deny it. Although it was not recorded in a household registration book, there were clues to confirm that Wang BuSheng would be happy to be able to return to the Duke's Mansion, and he would not be able to return. The Duke of Min will not be sad if he dies. As long as he is in good health, he can create another Wang family. Well, okay, he is driving again.
"The common people should remember the teachings of the Holy One,"
Wang Bushu was unconvinced by Zhu Xiluo's advice. How could he stop in a business that was making a lot of money every day? He was already so rich, so it was time to find a professional manager.
"Wang Bu die, you must be nineteen years old." After taking a sip of tea, Zhu Xiluo asked like he was chatting.
Wang Busheng's awe for the imperial power had weakened a lot after several conversations. No longer afraid, he moved his sore knees and said, "Your Majesty, the common man has some leg pain."
"Oh, I thought you liked to talk while kneeling. You just came out of the mountains. Since I came to the throne, I have told the world that people, regardless of their status, can meet officials without kneeling. The same is true when meeting a holy face."
"My grandson only likes to kneel. What a shame, Hao Liande, you didn't even tell me that I would take you to visit the brothel when I got back." Wang Busui complained in his heart, stood up and rubbed his knees. , "Your Majesty, your policy is quite good. If you kneel for a long time, you will easily get rheumatism."
Standing and talking hurts the waist. A man's waist is his life. Wang Bushit searched for a while, then looked at it, and finally sat on the steps under the dragon chair. "Your Majesty, do you mind if the common people sit here? Just now When I came back from the criminal trial hall, I didn’t even have a chance to sit down and take a breath.”
"Haha, it's just you and me here. There aren't that many rules. I'm not afraid of your jokes. When I was a monk, I often ate meat behind the Buddha's statue." Seeing Wang Budie, Zhu Xiluo could not help but emotionally think of interesting things from his youth.
"Your Majesty, you did the right thing. After the wine and meat passed through the intestines, the Buddha kept it in his heart. The meat is rich in protein, amino acids and minerals. Your Majesty is growing up, and the nutrients are indispensable, especially protein. Well, this thing It's very important, especially for someone like His Majesty."
"Um, haha, what kind of protein or not? I was just greedy at that time."
"Your Majesty's greedy mouth is not a disease, just like a woman's love for beauty, it is the body's instinct." As a person who has been in the chef industry for many years, Wang Busui has the best say. Eat what you want, buy what you want, otherwise you will let him How does a cook live? We can't smash the chef's bowl just to stay in shape.
"Haha, I don't like beauty, I don't like watching dramas and listening to music, and I don't like playing mahjong in Landlords. My only hobby is eating."
If the leader of a country just likes delicious food, this should also be the country's luck. For example, in a warlike country, the people are miserable.
"Haha, the common people also have the same hobbies as His Majesty, and the food cooked by the common people is delicious." A scholar will die for his confidant. It would be a great honor for him to share the same interests with such a big boss.
"Oh, really, it's just time for dinner. Why don't you try it? I like pork knuckles." Zhu Xiluo wasn't polite either. Of course, an emperor doesn't need to be polite to anyone.
"Well, Your Majesty, the topic just now was quite serious. Why did you suddenly talk about eating? Isn't this inappropriate?"
The emperor is a person who has many things to do, and all time is measured in seconds. You are explaining great principles to the people under your rule, and suddenly you are embarrassed. The topic jumps so much. Are you not doing your job properly? The people's food is fed to the dogs.
"Hey, what you said is wrong, the king is not dead. Food is the most important thing for the people, and eating is also a very serious matter. Go quickly, I'm waiting."
"Uh, okay, I obey the order," I originally wanted to see the parents of the students to repay my kindness, but it didn't matter that there wasn't a table of food and drinks to greet them, but in the end I still had to take the spoon.
In order to avoid the suspicion of making up the word count, everyone asked Du Niang how to make the elbows. In short, the effect of sugar is also very obvious.
After working for an hour, a table of food was soon placed in the imperial garden.
Looking at the table of fragrant food, Zhu Xiluo couldn't help it anymore, "I've been hungry for a long time."
Not caring about etiquette, Zhu Xiluo picked up his elbows and put it in his mouth, "Well, not bad, not bad. That boy's cooking is better than the imperial chef's. Leave the recipe when you leave."
"Common people obey," Wang Bushit took the bowl and filled it with a full bowl of egg fried rice, "Your Majesty, this is egg fried rice, it tastes amazing."
Zhu Xiluo was not polite, took the bowl, and took a big mouthful, "Well, this rice is not only fragrant but also a little sweet."
"It's natural. Sugar is added to the egg fried rice."
"It's the thing you created. The snacks that are now very popular in the Ming Empire are probably also due to it."
"You old boy, you don't want to take it for yourself, do you?" Don't blame Wang Budie for being a villain and judging a gentleman's heart. After all, Lao Zhu Zhu is very poor. He is too poor to satisfy his wife's arrogant and luxurious life. "Not entirely."
Zhu Xiluo loves money, but does not want to do business, so he is not interested in the secret recipe for white sugar that Wang Bushu regards as a treasure. He prefers these delicacies on the table. "What is this section?"
"This is a pig entering the water, no, the butt is entering the water."
"Hey, this thing is edible too." Zhu Xiluo was a little disgusted by the pig intestines.
"Your Majesty, you don't know something. These things are treasures. You will know after you taste them." Wang Budie followed the instructions. "This is also a treasure. The gluteal large intestine can quench thirst and stop bleeding, relieve frequent urination, moisturize the intestines and relieve dryness. It is also useful in medicine and can treat hemorrhoids, bloody stools and anal prolapse."
"Hemorrhoids can also be cured," Zhu Xiluo said casually, and then hurriedly explained, "Xiao Dezi has hemorrhoids. If you follow him in the future, you can make more for him."
"When you meet a patient in a huge crowd, you have hemorrhoids and I have constipation. We all belong to the same group of people." Wang Bushi automatically ignored Zhu Xiluo's pale explanation. He was not afraid of doctors, but he was afraid of being a cook.
Looking at the various things, although he was disgusted with its purpose, Zhu Xiluo's strong pursuit of delicious food finally made him pick up the chopsticks. Good medicine is not only bitter in taste, but also may not look good. When Zhu Xiluo put a piece of pig intestine into his mouth, he felt the silky smoothness, and the wonderful taste quickly hit his taste buds.
This dish is fat intestines stewed with tofu. In fact, Wang Bushu wanted to stir-fry fat intestines with chili peppers, but he was worried that Zhu Xiluo would not be able to tolerate the spicy taste. Fat intestines and tofu contain rich proteins, which are easy to be digested and absorbed by the human body and can strengthen the body. The immune system makes people energetic and less likely to get sick. Eating fat intestine stewed tofu has a certain effect on strengthening muscles and bones, and is suitable for those with weak constitution and weak muscles and bones. For people like Zhu Xiluo who sit for long periods of time, regular consumption is very beneficial.
“Well, it’s really delicious.”
"Haha, it's natural." The happiest thing for a cook is that his craftsmanship is recognized by the guests. Wang Busui is very happy, but it is not very pleasant to watch the students and their parents eat a big meal when they are hungry.
"Your Majesty, look, we just bumped into each other, and the common people haven't eaten yet."
"Well, haha, I didn't take good care of you, so you can do whatever you want."
"'Thank you, Your Majesty," Wang Busheng has always been an insular person and doesn't know how to refuse. Since Zhu Xiluo warmly invited him, Wang Busheng couldn't help but appreciate the compliment. He picked up the bowl and served himself a bowl of egg fried rice. A few chopsticks of food, and then sat on the steps under the dragon chair. Wang Busheng would not risk his life to squeeze a chair with Zhu Xiluo.
"By the way, the king is not dead, what did I just say?" Sure enough, delicious food can make people forgetful.
"Um, Your Majesty, you said that food is the most important thing for the people."
"That's not the sentence"
"Ban kneeling before officials."
"That's not the case. Wang Budie, why are you so forgetful at such a young age?"
"Well, if you have a bad memory, it's due to zinc deficiency, and it has nothing to do with your age." Of course, Zhu Xiluo, who has no knowledge of nutrition, couldn't understand it.
"Your Majesty taught you this,"
"Yes, I remembered about your business." Zhu Xiluo finally thought about it after exhausting countless brain cells, "I heard that your slaves are in charge of food, housing, and wages."
Hearing Zhu Xiluo's doubts, Wang Bushit was full of pride. After all, there is only one such generous boss in the Ming Empire. While Zhu Xiluo affirmed his own character, it was necessary to arrange a banner of 'The No. 1 Businessman in the Ming Empire', " Yes, Your Majesty, as long as you enter our royal family, all their labor will not be free, and they should receive reasonable compensation.'
There is no right or wrong, I pay with my sweat and you pay with your pocket, it’s that simple.
Despicable bosses always like to find fault with kind-hearted workers who have no power and talent, and sing praises in front of powerful, talented and dishonest people. The king will always despise such people.
"Oh, that's it. It is said that my fourth son has also worked in your Wang family for a long time."
Wang Bushi felt that there was a big problem with this statement, "The fourth prince has been staying in my house for a while."
"That's enough. You can settle the salary later. That boy Wu Chu is too shy to speak. It happened to happen today, so I, as a father, have to do it for you."
"You, are you sure that the thin-skinned boy is your son," Wang Busheng complained repeatedly, "I am responsible for food and control, but your son's appetite is three times that of other people."
"A commoner with a mud-legged background earns one thousand taels of wages a month. My son's wages should be increased ten times."
"Damn it, you are robbing money. Besides, your son doesn't work either. He eats more than a pig and sleeps longer than a pig. What boss would be willing to accept such a worker?"
But nowadays, all the saints are begging for wages for their sons. It can be seen that the problem of wage arrears exists in all eras. How can Wang Budie refuse it? How dare he refuse to pay it? The answer is no.
"It's not excessive. It's natural for workers to work and the boss to pay. It's not excessive at all." Wang Busheng's heart is bleeding. His money was not blown by the strong wind. He was extorted of more than 200,000 yuan by a wealthy party. The Queen's golden cicada tiara was also paid for by herself. The capital is really expensive.
"I am reasonable and do business fairly and justly"
"You just despised businessmen. It's true that big shots like to shout slogans." Wang Bushu wanted to greet Zhu Xiluo with his middle finger, but Wang Bushu was worried that this impolite greeting had become popular in the Ming Empire. "Your Majesty, in fact, the four His Highness the Prince’s salary has been paid to the common people.”
"Oh, where is it? Why didn't I see it?"
"The landlord lost."
"Haha, if the king is not dead, you will make jokes. As a prince, my son has learned about books and rituals since he was a child, and has been taught by famous teachers and great Confucians. How can he gamble?"
"Damn it, uncle, why can't your son know how to gamble? There are many traitors who graduate from prestigious schools and seek glory for their country." It's just that, well, the person playing cards just happens to have the same name and surname as the fourth prince of the current emperor. The emperor's How could my son have such bad habits?
"Okay, it's illegal to default on wages. Now take the money and don't break the law."
Well, it really was a double standard. He reluctantly took out the banknote that Leng Bingbing had just given him and said, "Your Majesty, this is 50,000 taels. Any more will be regarded as the welfare of His Highness the Fourth Prince."
"Well, children can be taught. If they reform, they will become good comrades. I forgive your guilt."
