As expected, my father-in-law is a person who succeeds more than fails, so why bother? We are about to get to the point. Wang Bushit's answer should be "Sister Jinghui is a very good person and helps me a lot both at work and in life."
The following words were naturally asked by Mrs. Zhang, and Wang Bushit replied, "Family, work, and future development, isn't this the mother-in-law's choice of son-in-law?" Those things that once made you extremely painful will one day be rewarded with a smile. I have been holding a torch in the wilderness, waiting for another torch to meet, and Mrs. Zhang is the one who lit the fire. Wang Bushu really wants to call Mrs. Zhang. There are many things you don’t know about me, such as his birthday. Bazi and your two granddaughters are a pair made in heaven and hard to find in this world.
The clouds and mountains are green, the rivers are rippling, the road to love is high, and the road is long and arduous.
After sending away the mother-in-law, the father-in-law left behind must also be taken care of well.
There was another plop, and Wang Bushi slipped and fell to his knees, "My grandson wishes grandpa a good year and wishes,"
"Stop, stop," Zhang Luzi kicked him over, "If you don't seek death, you won't die. I can still enjoy the glory and wealth now, but I know how to keep a low profile."
Well, okay, if you don't kill anyone during the regular meeting, it's considered low-key.
"Grandpa, you are always strong and healthy. You are fat and healthy, and your four hooves are strong and strong." Wang Busheng changed his words.
"Fat and strong, with strong and strong hooves. It seems that someone has praised my horse with these words. Are you scolding me?"
Seeing Wang Bu's face, Zhang Luzi felt that this guy was suspicious.
"Um, is time travel so common? The content in the middle school textbooks has been published in the Ming Empire in advance." For fear of others knowing, Wang Busheng hurriedly explained, "Grandpa, you see what you said, without your bloody battles, you would have thrown your head." , Sprinkling blood, how can I have a happy life for my grandchildren, scolding you, this does not exist."
The shortcomings of illiteracy were clearly exposed in Zhang Luzi. He no longer struggled with these obscure words and phrases, and sugar-coated bullets could not defeat him. Zhang Luzi said, "The Chinese New Year is coming soon."
"I know, I know," the Chinese New Year is a big festival when people give and receive gifts. Wang Busheng understood immediately. Fortunately, Wang Busheng has the habit of carrying large banknotes on the streets. Otherwise, he would definitely be treated unkindly today. treatment.
A stack of banknotes was delivered to Zhang Luzi, "The Chinese New Year is coming soon, and my grandson's little kindness is not a sign of respect."
"Haha, you have a bright future. Unlike your fussy grandpa, I just borrowed his dog to eat hotpot, and then he was angry with me for two days."
Beating a dog depends on the owner. If you want to stew someone else's dog, well, you will only be angry for two days. My cheap grandfather is so generous.
Opening the banknote happily, Zhang Donzi's smile soon faded, "Wang Bushit, you grandson, I thought you were being modest when you said a little bit of your thoughts, but I didn't expect you were still very honest. Six thousand six hundred and sixty-six "Two, you only gave this little money to the prince of the dynasty, you really don't take the prince of the dynasty seriously."
When you give gifts, you give milk. The husband is in need of your milk. Zhang Luzi was right to be angry.
"Damn it, more than six thousand taels is not enough. The standard for officials to receive red envelopes is so high these days!" Wang Busheng hurriedly explained, "Grandpa, where did you start with these words? My respect for you is shown from top to bottom, from the inside to the outside, and by actions."
"Your representation is these six thousand six hundred and sixty-six"
"Yes, it's all smooth sailing."
People of later generations always pay attention to an auspicious number, six six six, eight eight eight, which are the most commonly used. Wang Busheng said there was nothing wrong.
"I also think six hundred and sixty-six thousand six hundred and sixty-six is more auspicious."
"Well, this is just a one-and-done deal. The transaction shouldn't be like this, otherwise the talks will collapse. Slow and steady flow is the way to go."
"Do you know what the standard of that old man Li Yutang is for accepting gifts?" Zhang Luzi asked back,
Wang Bushit shook his head. As a newcomer to the officialdom, he still knew nothing about gift-giving.
With the progress of society, people's knowledge is increasing day by day. The technology of gift-giving is also developing rapidly, and there is no end to learning. You can give people a house, a car, or shares as long as they have economic value. . Of course, gift-giving is an extremely profound knowledge that cannot be understood without studying for more than ten years. People like Wang Busheng who have been abandoned by the cultural trends of the Ming Empire have too much to learn.
His face was full of curiosity, "Grandpa Zhang, all scholars are highly educated people and they also accept gifts."
"You kid got kicked in the head by a donkey. Aren't they studying for money? That old man Li Yutang won't accept the gift." Seeing the heads of the next generation like this, Zhang Luzi sighed, the future of the Ming Empire is worrying.
I was reading in the yard with five thousand roses planted in the garden. Everyone asked me if I could pick a rose, but you were the only one who asked me what I was reading.
It was Lao Li's birthday. The door of the Li family's mansion was crowded with visitors carrying large and small bags. Others were filled with antiques, jades, precious calligraphy and paintings, and thousands of taels of gold. But you were the only one carrying two birthday peaches. The scene was very inconsistent.
"Please give me some advice from Grandpa Zhang." In the future, he plans to continue working in the officialdom of the Ming Empire. Wang Busheng also hopes to learn useful knowledge from the older generation of Ming Empire officials.
In his previous life, he had no chance to enter the officialdom and had been working all his life. Therefore, when it came to the performance art of gift-giving, Wang Bushu was a layman, and he still stuck to the crude practice of wrapping red tickets in envelopes.
"I'm telling you, those shameless civil servants are the most ruthless in accepting gifts. It doesn't matter if they accept gifts during the holidays. What makes people most angry is that the first and fifteenth day of every lunar month is their unwritten time for receiving gifts. ,"
"Would it make him resent giving gifts so frequently?" Wang Bushi raised a question. Gifts are only one-time. How can they be given two or three times a month? What kind of corrupt official can maintain such frequent gift-giving.
"You don't understand this, right? Anyone who can satisfy that old man Li Yutang's gift-collecting activity for a year without missing a beat is a feudal official who is extremely greedy and hates wealth. If they give Li Yutang 100,000 Two, they will be rewarded tenfold and a hundredfold from the power given by Li Yutang."
If there is no benefit, don’t start early. Who would be willing to give gifts if there is no benefit? This is a fair and open transaction.
"It's really an eye-opener." Wang Busui has gained a lot of knowledge. No wonder the amount of corruption by corrupt officials exposed on the Internet and in newspapers is in the hundreds of millions, and even tens of millions are too embarrassed to be reported.
Just listen to Zhang Luzi continue to say, "There is a reason why Li Yutang, an old man, can sell his words like a dog at a high price."
Well, this kind of thing is also a product of market development. In the eyes of cultural people, calligraphy and painting are priceless. No matter how much money you spend to buy them, they will not corrode the time-tested good officials of the Ming Empire.
"The minimum standard for Li Yutang to accept gifts is eighty-eight thousand eight hundred and eighty-eight taels. My official position is higher than that of Li Yutang. What you gave me is not even a fraction of that old man Li Yutang's."
"Lao Zhang, you need to look at the problem with a dialectical perspective. For example, your understanding of the so-called fraction is tens of millions. Why do you think the fraction must stay above a thousand? A hundred is still a fraction." If Not because this is your future relative, Wang Busheng will definitely remind you kindly. If you look away, you will find that you will be much happier.
Eighty-eight thousand eight hundred and eighty-eight taels, this number is quite auspicious. It seems that the cars burned by relatives are also the auspicious numbers of Ming Wu Ba.
"Gifts are always of such a large amount," Wang Busheng was surprised, "All educated people are so rich."
"Put away your questions. The answer is yes." Zhang Luzi nodded, feeling jealous and resentful. "It is much easier for cultural people to make money than military ministers like us."
Probably thinking of his past, Zhang Luzi's eyes darkened, "I think back when the Japanese invaders entered the Central Plains, those civil servants were the first to open the city gates and surrender. How many brothers died before the Tartars were expelled and the glory of the Ming Empire was restored. And those civil servants who were traitors They changed their identities again, changed their families, and became the pillars of our Ming Empire. They were like flies and dogs, clowns, and monsters. They stood on the commanding heights of morality and gave guidance to the country. They acted like they were worried about the emperor and the world, but secretly they were poaching the Ming Empire. Things in the corner, a bunch of damn things,"
"Why do flowers bloom again, but people never grow up again? Grandpa, they are used to living in peace. They have long forgotten the past. Only after chaos can we get rid of the chaos. Maybe everyone in the world is waiting for that day."
The affairs of the world must be divided if they are divided for a long time. Some stay apart longer, some stay together longer.
"How many people have died to get to this day. If it were destroyed, wouldn't the people who died feel it was not worth it?"
A string of cold numbers will resonate with many people. We are a forgetful nation and a nation that repays evil with kindness.
It is clear that the bright moon is the predecessor, turning back into a smile, cold and cold for thousands of springs.
"I'm old, and I can't see many things anymore,"
Why does a light place topic become so heavy.
"It's a big dream in the world. After several springs and autumns in life, maybe the Ming Empire will get better."
"Maybe. Hey, wait a minute, why did our topic turn to the destruction of the country and the family? Didn't you say that the red envelope you gave me, grandson, was too small?"
"Grandpa, you seem to have brought up this topic first," Wang Bushu reminded carefully. After all, he is older, more forgetful, and his temper tends to be hot and cold.
"Nonsense, I'm already buried in dirt. Why worry about that shit? Come on, let's continue talking about the red envelopes." Pulling up a chair and leaning against Wang Busi, Zhang Luzi continued. "Wang Busheng, you said that you are a person with a monthly income of more than 100,000 yuan, but you only gave 6,000 taels of gifts to the prince of the dynasty. Don't you feel embarrassed? I still feel shabby. This is not the behavior of a millionaire. It is not the price of a prince, this price must be doubled."
Okay, the topic of silver has started again.
Wang Busui is ashamed, yes, he is too petty, but after all, he has just become rich, and Wang Busui has not yet adapted to the life of a rich person. I believe that in the near future, Wang Busheng will also be able to adapt to using a gold-rimmed toilet to wipe his butt. Paper".
"Next time, Grandpa, I will make up for it next time. The amount will definitely satisfy you." Wang Busheng promised, of course, Wang Busheng said that the next time should be the day when he proposes marriage. As long as he can marry the two young ladies of the Zhang family, Wang Busheng will be willing to give up no matter how much money he has. ,
"I'm impatient and can't wait until next time. It's almost the end of the month, and the snack factory's dividend is coming soon. I'll just accept it."
Damn it, that was a dividend of nearly 100,000 yuan. Wang Busheng wanted to refuse, but then he thought that the money was only a temporary deposit, and in the end it was still his own, so he just gave it up.
"By the way, I'm offended to ask, Grandpa, your standards for accepting gifts are so high every time, what kind of person can persist?"
"No one can hold on. I don't want gifts from civil servants, and I don't want gifts from military ministers."
"Then who will give you a gift?"
"You, to be honest with my grandson, you were the first to give me a gift, and my grandfather was very satisfied with the number."
"Well, I actually took away Zhang Luzi's first time. Does Wang Busheng need to be held responsible?"
