Since ancient times, there has been a tradition in our country that death is the greatest, and death is the debt. If a person dies, you still have to pay the debt. This is what humans do. Therefore, Wang Buhe said such words. Wang Buhe believes that he is good-looking.

The girls are very kind-hearted and force their father to repay their debts and sons, and they cannot do such a tragic thing. As expected, Wang Bushi's speculation this time is correct.

"He is dead" Zhang Jingjun was shocked. Why did he die? He was still alive and slick when he saw him that day. How could he die if he dies? People can decide many things, but they cannot decide the length of their own life. Cherish life,

Stay away from, well, stay away from beauties.

"Yes, my brother is dead." Wang Buhen nodded in pain and replied.

It wasn't that because of himself, Zhang Jingjun asked carefully, "When did he die?"

"Let's go to the yard to talk." Wang Buhe invited Zhang Jingjun into the yard. The visitor was a guest. Wang Buhe had no need to turn people outside the door. The people of our country are still very polite, and they often do things to repay grievances with kindness.

What's more, they are still beautiful women.

Zhang Jingjun was not embarrassed, nor did he have the heart of a villain to judge a gentleman. Thinking of Wang Budhi tricking him into his home and raped him first, then killed him, or digging a cellar to imprison him. The Ming Empire was a place where the law was discussed and violated the law and disorderly discipline.

Things will be severely punished by law.

Zhang Jingjun did not hesitate. She also wanted to know how Wang Buhe's brother died, and it would be best if there was a karma. This would also be an example to educate more people to abide by the law and do good deeds.

Zhang Jingjun raised her foot into the yard, frowned and couldn't help but say, "Is your family very poor?"

Wang Budhi was confused and said, "How do you say this?"

"Look at how small your yard is, there are no rockery, ponds, pavilions, etc., and the house is so short, wouldn't it be a pity for people to live here?" Zhang Jingjun said. Forgive Zhang Jingjun's ignorance, since he was a child.

Just as I grew up in the Duke of England, there is no need to mention the conditions, I have money and power. Duke Zhang Luzi of England is also a person who focuses on personal enjoyment. Naturally, it can be passed down to the real estate of the descendants for generations and will not be stingy. Basically, there are some similar reduction versions.

The palace of the palace.

To be honest, Zhang Jingjun is also in contact with Zhang Luzi's colleagues, either rich or noble. She has no hobby of visiting people's homes, so she couldn't help but complain when she saw Wang Buhe's house as big as a coffin box.

Is this considered a full man who doesn’t know that he is hungry? In such an era, it would be nice to have a house. Even if there is such a house in a downtown area in the 21st century, its value is tantamount to within the Third Ring Road of the Capital.

The courtyard of the Sihe.

Such a house is also said to be small. What kind of family does this girl have? Is it a great family with a large family covering an area of ​​100 acres?

As an outsider, Wang Buhe also knows the importance of identity. As a person without any rank, he is tantamount to being crushed by the above-mentioned people. The person in front of him is likely to be of extraordinary identity. Do you need to be honest?

Treat each other, tell the truth, be frank and lenient, and resist strictly. At worst, you can’t afford to pay for money and you will get paid for it.

But okay, now I have a wife, so I must know how to keep myself clean and not mess with relationships between men and women.

So Wang Buhe said, "Our family is very poor and we usually eat the same steamed bun for three days."

"Uh, eating a steamed bun for three days is not as hard as a stone." Zhang Jingjun couldn't believe that there are still such poor people in the world.

"Well, it's okay, it's still edible to soak it in water." Wang Budhi explained. This should be the predecessor of the dumpling soup. Adding some shrimp is seafood dumpling soup, and beating two eggs is egg dumpling soup.

Since you are so poor, you wouldn't want that money. Anyway, you don't need that little money, so Zhang Jingjun continued to ask, "How did your brother die? You can't starve to death." Since you are so poor, you're a steamed bun

It is normal to starve to death after eating for three days. It should have nothing to do with me. Zhang Jingjun thought comfortingly.

"I don't know either." Since Wang Budhi can't shamelessly impose the culprit of his death on the little girl at a young age, he will become a murderer for no reason. This will lead to future growth

Left a shadow, Wang Buhe explained, "It was not starving to death. That day was the day you hit me. My brother, by the way, my brother called Wang Yidi."

"Ah, I'm dead." It's true that a name is an art. If you can't name well, it's easy to die prematurely. Zhang Jingjun habitually asked "What's your name?"

I only heard Wang Budhi's answer, "The King Is Not Dead".

"Uh, ah. Wang Buddy, haha." Zhang Jingjun was a little embarrassed. Is the name of this family a little special? As the name is, Wang Buddy is already dead. Could it be that Wang Buddy wants to become a fossil?

"Yes, my brother is called Wang Yihei, and I am called Wang Buhei. Our name is a bit special. It starts from the day I was born, when a meteor shower suddenly fell from the sky and killed countless people in the Western Hemisphere."

His name has brought countless surprises, and Wang Buhe is no longer surprised. His name is just a code name. He doesn't even have a white cat and a black dog to commit suicide without shame to thank the world. What's the point of blushing? There is also someone who looks so ugly.

The former owner of his shop with a gentle name, Liu Yujing.

"Wang Bu Dying, please wait a moment. I have a chance to hear you when you and your brother were born. I want to know how your brother died." The person is dead, but Zhang Jingjun still feels a little guilty.

.

So anxious, does this girl like to listen to horror stories? Wang Budhi was stunned. Do you need to copy a 21st century horror movie? It would be better if the heroine is afraid of throwing into the male protagonist's arms. However, Wang

Budhi gave up because he was also afraid that since the bizarre thing that happened to him, Wang Budhi has had a grudge against the gods and ghosts. After all, no one can tell whether there are ghosts and gods in this world.

After thinking for a while, Wang Buhe continued to explain, "My brother came back that day and bought a lot of steamed buns. Have you seen steamed buns?"

Zhang Jingjun nodded,

"It's still white." Wang Buxing continued to explain, "It's the first time that my brother and I have seen such a white steamed bun, just as white as my butt."

"Well, okay, forgive him, it is normal for uneducated people to say vulgar words." Zhang Jingjun's face was a little red.

"If you don't believe it, my butt is still very white. If you don't believe it, I'll show it to you. It's as white as your face."

"Uh, did this kid intentionally? His face is quite white, but can you compare your butt to my face? Are you showing off your butt or slapping me in the face?" He looked innocent.

The clean and innocent Wang Bushen, Zhang Jingjun put away the villain's heart and judged the gentleman's abdomen and replied, "Okay, don't read it anymore, I believe, you continue to say it."

"Okay, I'll continue" Wang Buhe put away his idea of ​​using facts and continued, "It's the first time we both saw such a white steamed bun. Naturally, it was a big appetite, so we started to eat steamed buns."

.

"Is there no food?"

Is this considered 'why not eat meat minced'? People who eat steamed buns one by one for three days need side dishes when they eat. Do you have to find a few girls to serve you? Well, forgive your ignorance, who will let you grow old?

It must be so beautiful,

"No food. I ate eighteen steamed buns that day, and my brother ate twenty-eight. I said, brother, don't eat so much, leave some to eat tomorrow, but my brother said, don't be afraid, now you have money, every day

There were white flour steamed buns to eat, but the result was," Wang Budhi continued in a crying voice. "As a result, my brother did not wake up the next day."

"I just died like this!" Zhang Jingjun couldn't believe it. He was still healthy that day, and it was not like he would die suddenly in the palace. Is it an infectious disease? No wonder he always felt restless recently and sang.

I always don’t feel it, it’s not that it’s also contagious, no, just in case I have to find someone to check it out if I go back.

In fact, these symptoms of Zhang Jingjun are really related to Wang Bushen. If you can’t eat Tangdou, you are anxious and restless. If you eat too much Tangdou, your throat will become dry, so naturally you won’t feel like singing.

"Yes, I just died like this." Isn't it just for you to extort some money? Do you have to suffer some torture and torture to death? People are about to die, so let others leave comfortably. This is kind

What a person should do, the beauty is so slim, "Later, I invited the doctor to come over for examination. The doctor said that his stomach has remained weak for decades. Suddenly, after eating so many steamed buns, my stomach couldn't bear it, and it ended up shattering my stomach

”.

"What. I'm going to die of death."

"Although it's a bit shy, it's the truth."

The first time I heard that there are still people who have to die. It is really a world of things that you can't imagine.

Is this considered a cycle of cause and effect? ​​Evil will be punished. Forget it, everyone is already dead, so don’t arrange it. After death, you will be able to die quietly. If you didn’t compromise and give Wang Yidi to the end

Five thousand taels, he wouldn't have white flour steamed buns to eat, but he would still have twenty-eight, and the king would not be overwhelmed to death. After thinking about it, he still has a certain responsibility. He died by drinking poison, and he is that

The drug seller,

"Since that's the case, I won't want 5,000 taels of silver. Where is your brother's grave? I'll go to pay tribute." He died because of himself. As a well-educated public figure, Zhang Jingjun always wanted to leave no regrets.

Although they cheated him out of five thousand taels, they also took their lives. It is not polite to pay tribute to him.

"Ah, go and pay tribute."

Zhang Jingjun nodded.

Wang Budhi was a little embarrassed. Wherever he went to find a grave for others, he also had to carve the cemetery where his brother's name was not present. Wang Budhi was thinking about countermeasures, or he would say, "Human, has a useful brain."

Better than anything else, Wang Buhe really thought of the explanation, "It's like this, my brother asked me the night before he died, saying that dust returns to dust, soil returns to soil, and came to this world naked, and would not take it away

A little bit of vulgar things left cleanly, and he asked me to cremate his body, sprinkle the ashes into the sea, facing the sea, and the flowers bloomed in spring."

"Uh, it hurts so much if you burn yourself."

I heard from my grandmother that the Mongolians have the tradition of burying wherever they die. They do not build graves or commemorate memorials, and everything is left to the Heaven of Changsheng.

This beautiful woman asked, Wang Budhi was speechless. Do you want to ask my brother if he is going to?

"Your brother is so strong." Zhang Jingjun really wanted to give a thumbs up.

"Uh, ah. My brother is very strong, not afraid of being burned to death. He wants to keep his innocence in the world. Although his brother is dead, he will always live in my heart." Wang Buhe decided to give it to himself in two days

My brother made a tablet, which was engraved with his heroic deeds.

Burning my body, the raging fire, no joy in life, no pain in death, no pain in doing good to eliminate evil, only because of the light, joy, sorrow and sorrow are all returned to the dust. I pity my world, there are so many worries, and there are so many worries.

"Well, your brother Wang is dead and not afraid of pain is worth learning from you." Zhang Jingjun deeply agreed. This is the martyr and hero in the war era.
Chapter completed!