I don’t know where the love started, but it goes deeper and deeper. No matter what, it’s like a beautiful couple like a flower, but in the end it’s no match. It’s like the passage of time.
Hate is nowhere to be found, it disappears with a smile, but how could you know that love, hate, and hatred will never be forgotten, unforgettable,
There are always excuses in this world for people who love each other to part ways. Although they love each other deeply, they can only separate. Wang Busui sighed deeply when he saw the two people who had gone to a dead end for love. The prefect's wife and the servant cook, what a topical story. If it is adapted to the screen, will it be able to defraud you out of your pocket? After all, this is more false than a rich girl and a poor loser.
"Asking what love is in the world, it only allows life and death to be mutually agreed upon." Wu Wei, the arrogant man, rarely came out with a poem. "Xie Xiangrong deserves to die. Since I can't get my wife's heart, what's the use of getting her body? Wouldn't it be beautiful to let go and let the lovers get married? I think it will definitely become a good story in Songjiang Mansion."
"Haha, it's a joke. The dignified Songjiang prefect was cuckolded by one of his servants," Wang Busheng disagreed with Wu Zuosheng's wishful thinking.
The end of truth is simplicity, and the end of things is letting nature take its course. Who can be sure that Mrs. Xie and the cook are in true love, and they will not be two lonely people hugging each other to comfort each other.
People cannot be resurrected, let alone strangers. After the two of them made arrangements, they no longer wasted energy on them.
Walked back to the courtyard and sat down in a corridor.
The intense and busy inventory work is still going on. There are buds in spring, wind in summer, fallen leaves in autumn, and snow in winter. Time always passes by minute by minute. However, it is already sunset, and the work of counting the dirty money of corruption and bribery in the Xie Mansion has not yet been completed.
The greeter called Lao Duan and Boss Guo, and Wu Zuo asked, "How is the investigation going?"
Lao Duan opened the account book and replied, "Sir, the inventory of the money in prisoner Xie Xiangrong's home has come to an end, but there are still some gold, antiques, jade and other physical objects whose price is immeasurable. We still need to count the quantity and then find a merchant to estimate the price."
"Approximately how long will it take?"
"Because the amount is huge, it will take another three to five days."
"It's been so long," Wu Zuo said anxiously, "the daily employment cost of these people is still very high, so we can't go any faster."
"Sir, not many people in our Jinyiwei family have studied, so they are a little slow," Boss Guo replied.
There are currently eight school captains in Jinyiwei, and not many of them are literate. And those temporary workers, well, who among the educated people can do temporary workers.
"Sir, what do you think?" He has become a member of this group. Wang Bushu also wants to contribute to this group. "I also have some educated and literate people in the Wang family. I might as well ask them to help."
"Haha, that's just right," Wu agreed. Wu Zuang would never refuse manpower that didn't cost money. As the head of a family, he would save as much as he could. This was an essential skill for a yamen supervisor.
Soon the more educated members of the Wang family were invited over, including the beautiful Chinese international student Liu Mei and several of his classmates, as well as top students from Hunter College Leng Bingbing and Xiao Hong.
With the participation of a large number of new troops, the inventory of Xie's stolen goods went much faster, and the specific numbers soon came out.
Looking at the series of shocking figures on the account book, Wu Zuang was heartbroken, "I'm so shocked, so shocked, I don't dare to think about it, I really don't dare to think about it,".
He handed the account book to Wang Busheng and said, "Brother, look at it. As an official of the imperial court, he embezzled such a huge amount. Xie Xiangrong failed the emperor and the people."
"563,860 taels of silver, 358 taels of environment, 620 bolts of silk and cloth, 3,650 jins of grain, 3,000 jins of coal, and three hundred jins of pig iron. About a kilogram."
Although Wang Busheng is also a man who has seen the world, those corrupt officials who embezzled hundreds of millions in his previous life are no longer a minority, but Xie Xiangrong's stolen money is also not a minority, after all, the Ming Empire's annual fiscal revenue is there.
"The clothes of civilian officials show off birds, and the clothes of military attachés show off animals. When they are worn on their bodies, they look like animals." It is obvious that the king is not dead. Corruption without officials is the norm in society, and it is unavoidable in any era. But if you are greedy to such an extent, the only way to punish is death. If you die, it will be over. Therefore, those who suffer deserve it. Once upon a time, they betrayed How long can this society exist after it is a luxury for working people to legally receive the wages they deserve? You believe too much because you know too little. Ordinary people will be shocked and dumbfounded even if they take a peek at the darkness of human society.
After expressing his hatred for corrupt officials and the shame of being a fellow imperial official, Wu Zuang once again gave instructions: "Turn over all the silver and keep 30% of the gold. After the physical objects are cashed in, 30% will also be handed over, and the remaining 50% will be handed over." Give it to the commander, I will keep 10%, you guys will keep 20%, and the remaining 20% will be reserved for the daily use of thousands of households."
For this part of the account, Wu made what he thought was the most reasonable arrangement, which not only punished corrupt officials but also benefited all those who contributed. It was fair and just and everyone was satisfied.
Including Wang Bu die, Wang Bu die is not a saint bitch, nor is he the kind of person who is alone and noble. He will not take it if others take it. Although these properties are people's fat and anointed, they will not return to the hands of the people, why don't you take it. There are no good people in the world. They are just bad in different degrees.
"Thank you, sir, thank you, sir." Everyone smiled happily.
Wu Zuo was also very happy, "Soup without salt is not as good as water, and people without money are not as good as ghosts. Our Qianhu Office in Songjiang Prefecture is finally rich."
Thinking about the life he had lived in the past half of his life, Wu Zuang was filled with sadness and tears. He only saved three to five taels of private money a year. This is the life that an official of the Ming Empire should have. Doesn't this defy logic?
"Sir, Lao Duan, this is the first time I have so much money when I join Jinyiwei. I don't even know how to spend it." A person who has suffered all his life suddenly becomes a rich man. This huge change is probably something that no one can accept.
"Yes, sir, I really hope days like this happen every day." Boss Guo was also overjoyed.
"Stop dreaming. One such opportunity is enough. There are many corrupt officials in the Ming Empire, but a few of them will be investigated. If it weren't for Xie Xiangrong's incompetence, he would still be fine no matter how many times he embezzled." .
When propriety, justice and integrity are thrown to the ground, it is understandable that people will do such beastly things. People cannot eat enough, and when they are full, they will always do things that are outrageous to both humans and gods.
Wu did not shy away from anyone regarding the distribution of dirty silver, and no one thought there was anything unreasonable about such a distribution. Including Leng Bingbing and Xiao Lu, who hate evil. Maybe they have already become accustomed to such a living environment.
It is the lotus that emerges from the mud but remains unstained, not people. If you walk straight, all evil will come to an end, it may only exist in books. Being soft-hearted and embarrassed will only kill yourself. Being ruthless and ruthless are the weapons of survival in this world.
"Let's go, finish the work and go home from get off work." Wu Zuang waved his hand and left a few people to guard him. He led Wang Busheng and others out of Xie's Mansion. It was already dark outside, with no stars or moon. Maybe this world That's it.
"Sir Wu, I have just joined my humble post. I am grateful to you and my two brothers for taking care of any shortcomings. Today I will be the host and treat you all to a drink." Wang Busui warmly invited him. It is normal for a new employee to treat guests to a meal. This is in line with the etiquette of the Central Plains.
"No, no." Although Wu Zuang wanted to do it, the injury on his body was still aching. "It's getting late. I'm afraid my wife will be waiting at home for a long time. Next time, next time."
"Master Wu is such a good man who dotes on his wife," Wang Bushu praised. After all, this is a society where men are superior to women.
"Ah, haha, this is natural. My wife is virtuous, and my brother is very happy about it."
Lao Duan and Lao Guo looked fine, but it was obvious that they were holding back very hard.
It's rare to have time to walk in the night with someone to love. Leng Bingbing is a person of few words. She is like the shadow of the immortal king, always by his side.
Wang Bushi slowed down and walked side by side with Leng Bingbing. Seeing that Leng Bingbing's clothes were thin, he took off his cloak and put it on Leng Bingbing's body.
Leng Bingbing did not refuse, and tightly wrapped her cloak tightly, as if she was going to die, all the warmth penetrated into every inch of her skin.
"Sister Leng, tell me, what should I do?" Wang Bushit suddenly asked.
People are very simple, they can write a word and write a word, but this is a word that can open up a paper of tens of thousands of words. Everyone has their own answer.
Although he has been with Wang Busui for less than a year, Wang Busheng is always cheerful every day, without any sadness, but Leng Bingbing knows that Wang Busui's heart contains ethics, beliefs, and good and evil that are different from this world. When a person lives As expected, this person's smile will be bitter.
"Sometimes, you have to admit that after experiencing something, we all change our personalities. We say goodbye to our former selves and can never find our former selves again. At this time, there are no clear-cut good guys and bad guys. There are only right and wrong people. He is a good family member and has not harmed anyone else, so what if he is a devil?”
He gently approached Wang Busheng's shoulder and said coldly and gently, "My husband's character is not suitable for being an official. There is evil in his heart but also good. The good is not pure and the evil is not thorough."
Wang Bushi smiled and put his arm around Leng Bingbing's shoulders, "Sister Leng is the one who knows me."
"The officialdom of the Ming Empire is like this. Profit comes first. We can do or not do what they do. We weigh between good and evil. As long as there is more good than evil, you can do it. Don't feel guilty. I You and Xiao Lu are both killers, but when we kill people, we are saving people. The world is already very dirty, and there is always someone to clean up, and my husband, you are the one to clean up the world."
"When we were young, our words didn't express what we meant, and when we grew up, we didn't mean what we said. People, after so many experiences, how could there be no stories? I just hope that the ending of this story can be a little happy." The king pointed his finger to the sky and said, "It won't do any good to burn incense if you have a wicked mind, but it doesn't matter if you keep your body upright and see the Buddha but don't worship him."
There are kites in spring, fish in summer, bluebirds in autumn, and geese in winter. Life is very long. We have walked together and our story has just begun.
