Zhu Yuanzhang can see my dreams

Chapter 67 67 is inherited from our ancestors

His good brother is Xu Miaoyun, so Wang Buli doesn't even have to guess.

"Easy to say."

Wang Buli shouted towards the house.

Ask your sister to wash the pork before cooking.

We have guests at home today. Let’s cook more rice.

Wang Xingying struggled to carry ten pounds of pork and left.

My eldest brother’s classmates came, but no one brought anything with them.

On the contrary, it was the first time for the second brother's friends to come, and they actually brought food and didn't eat for free.

"Can your sister do it too?"

Zhu Di asked worriedly, he had boasted about Haikou with Xu Miaoyun.

"nature."

Wang Buli chuckled:

"Those people in the county government office have never had any experience with oil and water. I can make them lick their bowls clean with some vague formula. My sister's skills are much better than mine."

When Zhu Di heard this, he felt relieved and waited slowly.

The sun sets through the shadow of the bamboo, which makes Wang Buli feel comfortable.

I finally took a vacation.

There is no need to work for Lao Zhu every day.

Li Jinglong was the first to lose his temper. He only felt that the weather was getting hotter and more irritated:

"Wang Buli, did you see anything that night?"

"Didn't Wu Zuo judge?"

"he died."

Wang Buli paused and shrugged: "It's none of my business."

Li Jinglong said with hatred: "You are the famous Wang Bansheng, and you just let your reputation be damaged?"

Wang Buli put down the teacup in his hand: "It's none of your business."

Li Jinglong was speechless, and his breath was felt in his chest.

Every time he talked to Wang Buli, he always suffered the disadvantage of being unable to speak to him.

However, Zhu Di put down his tea cup and laughed twice:

"Wang Bansheng, why are you so indifferent?"

"If I don't shut up, I will be the one who dies."

Wang Buli poured tea for them while he was on his own: "If they can't kill a noble person, can they kill a small official?"

fight father.

Timeless!

Although Xu Miaoyun is a woman, she can be regarded as a mature girl.

She strongly agreed with Wang Buli's words.

Wang Buli is an official. What background does he have to compete with others?

If Li Jinglong hadn't been Cao Guogong's legitimate son, he would definitely not have lived such a happy life based on his mind.

"Then the truth should be buried?"

Zhu Di was actually a little unhappy in his heart.

Wang Buli lowered his voice and said: "In the face of power, the truth is not important at all. Your Highness, Prince Yan, you should know better."

In broad daylight, Zhu Yuanzhang asked his troops to conduct all-round surveillance on Wang Buli.

However, in an open area like the small courtyard, they did not dare to get close, and they could not hear clearly what Wang Buli said in a deliberately lowered voice.

Zhu Di fell silent for a moment, thinking of the death of King Xiao Ming.

Xu Miaoyun picked up the teacup, took a sip, and chuckled:

"It was rumored that Wang Bansheng was an expert in solving cases, but now it seems that is not the case."

"Yes, it's just that I did a little better than the others. In fact, I am also a bad person in the mud pit." Wang Buli leaned on the bamboo chair and took a comfortable posture:

"Your Highness King Yan, do you still remember what I told you about why you shouldn't eat minced meat?"

Zhu Di stared at Wang Buli and naturally he would not forget that it was the first time he was told why he should not eat minced meat.

He has been trained by Lao Zhu since he was a child, so he is naturally not the kind of person Jin Hui is.

But now I think back to what Wang Buli said: Justice costs money.

Zhu Di can be sure that this case will never end with two lives.

When the country stabilizes on the whole, internal strife is inevitable.

Zhu Di only felt that Nanjing was very dirty.

He wanted to go to Peiping as soon as possible, lead troops and train to fight against the Yuan Tatars, completely destroy the Northern Yuan Dynasty, and not get involved in the affairs here. Li Jinglong glanced at Zhu Di, who was silent. They were all playing riddles.

Why can’t we understand what you are saying?

Li Jinglong had not yet realized that Wang Buli was so wise in protecting himself.

"I'm being too demanding."

Zhu Di chuckled twice and breathed a sigh of relief. He could understand Wang Buli's difficulties.

Is the whole family losing their lives?

Just to reverse the case for a censor of the Ming Dynasty?

Crazy!

Wang Buli didn't say anything deeper.

If you want to overturn the case, it's not that Bao Qingtian wants to give you a bastard or a dead person to avenge his injustice.

It's because the other party happened to need your grievance case to overthrow its opponent, so the government took advantage of the situation and came to your rescue.

What the hell is fairness and justice?

They are all caused by the infighting between the Ming Dynasty's factions. It makes the party that has oppressed you unlucky, and makes you feel that God is opening his eyes to relieve the anger of you, a bastard.

Hu Weiyong reported this matter to Lao Zhu and asked the General Secretary to handle it immediately. Liu Anliang, the imperial censor, openly violated His Majesty's prohibition. He wrote it in the imperial newspaper and spread it to the world. He would not be able to hold his head up even if he died.

It can be said that it is killing someone but also killing one's heart!

Lao Zhu naturally agreed.

The Di Bao is still a handwritten newspaper, and has not yet been printed with movable type for large-scale dissemination.

In the Ming Dynasty, there were also people who copied Di newspapers by hand and used them to sell them for money.

After the two of them finished speaking, they all laughed.

Even Xu Miaoyun was holding a fan to cover her face and laughing.

Li Jinglong was the only one scratching his head, unable to understand what they were saying.

"Are you talking human words?"

Hearing Li Jinglong's words, the three people present couldn't help laughing.

"Hahaha."

"Damn it, laugh your ass off."

Faced with Li Jinglong's rage, Wang Buli nodded:

"Yes, young master, we are laughing our ass off."

Li Jinglong always felt that something was wrong, but he couldn't figure out what was wrong.

Perhaps because she drank too much tea, Xu Miaoyun wanted to go to the toilet, but she was also worried that the toilet in the clerk's home was too dirty.

So Zhu Di asked Wang Buli to go to the toilet and go to the front station first.

Wang Buli led him into the bathroom, and Wang Buli showed him a lesson in front of him.

There is also pressed mugwort in the copper basin in the house, which is used to smoke out mosquitoes.

Zhu Di was very surprised. He had never seen such a clean and hygienic toilet. Most of them used toilets with incense and had people wiping their buttocks.

That is, now that I am older, I don’t want to have to be scrubbed by others.

"The airtightness is not very good, so I also put a bucket of water next to it. If the poop cannot be flushed, you can flush it with a water ladle."

"Wang Buli, did you come up with this?" Zhu Di asked with wide eyes.

"No, the method passed down from our ancestors."

Wang Buli waved his cattail leaf fan and shook his head.

"what?"

"real or fake?"

"This can also be passed down from generation to generation!"

Zhu Di couldn't handle this.

"This kind of technology was circulated in the Song Dynasty palace back then. Unfortunately, all the people were kidnapped by the Jin people. Fortunately, my ancestors saw it and recorded it in ancient books. I copied it."

Wang Buli said seriously.

"Oh, I see!"

Zhu Di nodded, but he could explain it.

Even as the king of the Ming Dynasty, he had never used such advanced toilet equipment!

He looked sideways at the shower thing on one side and said:

"What is this?"

"For bathing." Wang Buli turned on the valve that dripped water from time to time:

"You can also wash your hands after using the toilet."

Zhu Di opened his mouth wide: "Is this also inherited from the ancestors?"

"good."

(End of this chapter)