Wang Han's method is very simple, if you want to get better, you must control your weight. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

The two words were very simple and rude, but they made the little fat man worried, and the two fat hands like lotus roots were stirred together, with an uncalm expression, as if he was asking him to hang himself.

Lose weight!

For a little fat man who likes to eat and drink, and does not have much ideals, losing weight is tantamount to being more difficult than climbing to the sky, and if he can lose weight, he will lose it early, but he has lost it, but drinking cold water can increase weight, which makes the little fat man very desperate, so desperate that he doubts his life several times.

"It's a little hard?"

Wang Han looked at the little fat man with a smile on his face.

"It's not a little difficult, it's particularly difficult...... the little fat man's face trembled, and he said very calmly, "Brother Wang, is there any other way?" ”

Wang Han shook his head.

The little fat man sighed: "My father has asked the best doctor for me to see it before, and they all say that this is a terminal illness, and he may die at any time when he relapses, and his brother also knows it, so ...... Brother Wei thinks that people living in this world should be happy in time! The little fat man tore off a piece of chicken leg and poured half a glass of wine.

"Brother Wang, come, do it!"

After saying that, he raised his head and drank.

Wang Han reluctantly raised his wine glass and drank it in one gulp.

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After a while, Wang Han and the little fat man went outside, beside the little fat man, a few little guys kept fanning him, but there was still little effect, the day in July was really too hot.

"Brother Wang, go sit at your brother's house?"

"Why don't you change the day, it's a little personal matter for my brother."

Wang Han hurriedly excused himself, just came to Fucheng, it would be better for him to familiarize himself with it first.

"Oh, is there a place to stay in Brother Wang's Mansion City?"

"Right here."

Wang Han pointed to an inn next to him, where they had eaten before.

"It's easy to say, I'll come to Brother Wang when I have time!" The little fat man patted him on the shoulder and quickly left.

Wang Han shook his head and walked into the restaurant.

After checking in, Wang Han stayed in the store for a while, changed into a decent shirt, and waited until the afternoon, he went directly to the street.

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I have to say that when the heat of noon passes, by this time in the afternoon, the streets of Fucheng will be very lively.

This kind of excitement starts when the sun is not strong, there are people pushing carts to sell sugar gourds on the street, there are stalls on the ground to sell small clay figurines, there are also some ordinary small traders and vendors selling some children's toys and women's small jewelry on the roadside, occasionally people stop, and then there is a burst of bargaining, a very cordial feeling.

After wandering around for a while, Wang Han couldn't help but sigh.

In such a hot weather, how cool would it be to come to ice cream?

And in this era, there are no half-sleeved shorts, shirtless men do, but they are all butchers who sell pork on the street, a few catties of pork are placed on the cutting board, green-headed flies fly around and fly next to them, and when guests come, they take towels to catch up, and when there are no guests, they hum a little tune, let the flies bite, and look at it disgusting.

Wang Han shook his head, and before he could sigh more, there was a sudden noise in front of him.

"Let one, let one!"

As soon as the voice appeared, the people on the street retreated to the side in fright, looked at the group of officers and soldiers who came from behind with a frightened face, and whispered about it.

Wang Han was stunned for a moment, then turned to look.

Behind him came a group of soldiers, in the middle of this line of soldiers, pulling the prisoner cart to guard the prisoners, on top was a man with loose hair, covered in blood, wearing a white prison uniform, presumably also tortured before, blood stuck to the prison uniform, cloudy eyes stared blankly at the sky, sometimes let out a burst of laughter like a madman, I don't know what he was laughing at.

Wang Han's eyes narrowed slightly, he didn't feel anything when he saw this scene in TV dramas before, it was because of God's perspective, and no matter how much blood was shed in the TV series, it was a prop, and no matter how much he killed people, it was fake, with this big premise, no one would think how shocking this scene was.

However, when Wang Han experienced this scene, he suddenly shivered, and a cold sweat broke out from the bottom of his heart......

At the same time, somewhere behind Wang Han, a woman bit her lip, with a hint of hatred in her eyes, and her eyes stared at the delirious and bloody man in the prisoner car, her face turned pale.

Suddenly meeting the gaze of a soldier next to her, she hurriedly avoided her gaze......

The surrounding people also began to talk about it.

"Who is he?"

"Lord of the county office! I heard that some time ago, Jin Yiwei went directly to the county government to get people, and many people saw this thing, and it fell into the hands of Jin Yiwei, he was afraid that he would not live long, alas, ......"

"Yes, I heard that it was because of something that offended Jinyiwei that he was arrested and put in prison, except for Jinyiwei, who would be severely punished, it looks like he has been tortured to the point that he is not human."

"There is simply no royal law!"

"Wang Fa? You'd better take care of yourself......"

“……”

The surrounding chatters kept coming, and Wang Han showed a thoughtful expression.

Jin Yiwei?

This is a very famous institution in the Ming Dynasty, even if you don't know half of history, you may have heard of Jinyiwei, a famous spy agency, Jinyiwei is directly responsible to the emperor, that is, today's Zhu Qizhen, the head is the commander of Jinyiwei, and he is a third-grade official.

In addition to Jinyiwei, there is also the equally famous Dongchang, headed by the Governor of Dongchang, and now the eunuch Wang Zhen, who is in charge of the eunuch Wang Zhen, a famous incompetent eunuch in Chinese history.

Of course, in addition to Zhu Qizhen himself, today's Jinyiwei and Dongchang are actually the only ones who are the only ones who are looking at Wang Zhen, and remember that the current Jinyiwei commander is Wang Zhen's subordinate, but Wang Han doesn't know the specific name of that person, but he has a vague memory, that is, the commander was finally beaten to death by the ministers, and he was ranked first on the list of officials with the most bad causes of death in the history of the Ming Dynasty......

Behind every mediocre emperor, there are more or less trusted eunuchs, and the orthodox year is naturally no exception.

At this time in the sixth year of orthodoxy, it was the time when Wang Zhen was favored, but now there is the Empress Dowager Zhang and the old ministers of the cabinet, Wang Zhen is also reining in the fangs in the court, but no matter how he restricts, as the most trusted red eunuch around the great tomorrow, he pretends to be a grandson in front of the queen mother and the elder on the surface, but he is ruthless behind his back.

Now there is just a Jiupin master book, and he can be punished for his crime by just setting up a crime, and it is effortless, and no one dares to investigate this matter for a small master book.

The people of Jinyiwei are not determined by grade, even if it is a small six-grade hundred-hundred-hundred-hundred......-hundred

Wang Han shook his head, and when he experienced the cruel system of the Ming Dynasty, he also felt a sense of solemnity in his heart.

In this era of fierce factory guards, can he really mix to the point of going down in history or even trying to change history?

Wang Han suddenly had a sense of fear of history, this is a fear of the unknown Ming, no matter how prophetic he is, no matter how proud he is, once it is determined to be a strange and obscene skill, maybe he should really say goodbye to the Ming Dynasty.

It seems that he is still adhering to the rules of survival that he began to set, focusing on making money first, no matter how bad it is, his brain that has been ahead of everyone for more than 500 years is still worried about silver?

When the time comes, there will be a meek and well-behaved beautiful wife, and a few delicate and soft concubines, followed by a group of warblers and swallows, this kind of landlord-like taste...... Not bad!

Wang Han shook his head and returned to the direction of the inn.

Behind him, a figure flickered away......