Chapter 792: Brother Abdul's Re-employment Plan
It turns out that ornamental gold does not go well with food, but has the function of inducing vomiting.
Zhu Fugui heard that his loyal Independent Commission Against Corruption had completed the important task of confiscating the gold, so he happily rushed into the back garden with his dishes and chopsticks, and then retreated from the brocade guards who wanted to dissuade him, insisting on opening the treasure chest himself......
If you don't mention the rest of the matter, you just regret it, very regret......
Rao is Zhu Fugui already has a physique that is almost invulnerable, and he also spit it out on the spot.
I lay in bed until noon the next day, and drank the seafood porridge cooked by Bai Xia'er, which eased up slightly.
"Sure enough, I don't agree with Ah Sanbazi, and it's the right choice not to have more contact with them!"
Zhu Fugui climbed out of bed and wanted to exercise.
Nguyen Phuc Shi made a sliding tackle, preempted Yi Bowen, and put on his boots for Banzai.
"Blessings, I know that you are the most faithful, and I really didn't see the wrong person!"
Zhu Fugui patted him on the shoulder with satisfaction, his eyes full of expectation.
Ruan Fushi hurriedly said: "Weichen, a Hebei native born in Jiaozhi County, has not seen China Tianyan for a long time, and now he can study by Banzai's side, so naturally he should be the first in everything!" These are the things I should do! โ
"Good, good, very good!"
Zhu Fugui said three "good" words in a row, which made Ruan Fushi's heart flutter when he heard it.
Then he said: "Then it just so happens that I have a task, if I don't feel at ease in the hands of others, it is better to hand it over to Ruan Aiqing to do!" โ
"The minister will do his best!" Ruan Fushi nodded again and again, "Even if it is up to the Sword Mountain, down to the Sea of Fire......"
"No, no, no, don't bother!"
Zhu Fugui took a bottle of "Mr. Mighty" disinfectant from the bedside table, handed it to him, "Ruan Aiqing, those gold are still in my back garden, you used to be the puppet lord of the Yue Kingdom, you must be knowledgeable, go, take this bottle of 'Mr. Mighty', go and wash Ah San's gold, and then classify it according to value, purity, and craftsmanship, it is best to be able to estimate the price, everything is done!"
Remember, this gold is vital to the great cause of the rejuvenation of the imperial kingdom, you must be carefully and thoroughly cleaned and disinfected, and not a single corner can be left behind, otherwise, Li Banban will spank your ass......"
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Ruan Fushi left with "Mr. Weimeng" in his arms, and Zhu Fugui thought that he must be grateful.
Because when he left, it was as if there were tears running through the corners of his eyes, and he was so excited.
After moving his body, Zhu Fugui ordered another secretary, Yi Bowen, to see how Prince Arthur was doing, and if there was no big problem, he would bring someone up to answer.
Ibowen grinned and walked away.
He laughed louder as he passed by the back garden.
At this time, Abdul came to Zhu Fugui with an oak barrel.
"My dear friend, Zhu, a good day should start with a delicious fermented juice, and the happy hour is about to begin!"
Zhu Fugui looked at the sky, and now it was eleven o'clock.
Zhu Fugui shook his head, and couldn't help but sigh, everyone is an emperor, why can Brother Abdul sleep until eleven o'clock every day, and he can only lie in bed when he is sick?
This world is really full of malice towards the handsome emperor!
Because the seafood porridge made by Bai Xia'er is a little salty, Zhu Fugui happens to be a little thirsty, and a few drinks are also a good pastime to pass the boring afternoon.
Bai Xia'er took Yin Susu to Dajin Temple to pray for Zhu Fugui, hoping that the Bodhisattva could bless him with a speedy recovery, so Zhu Fugui had nothing to do for the time being.
He was half-pushed and half-pushed, and was pulled by Abdul to drink two glasses.
Abdul slapped open the barrel and poured the wine as he asked, "Brother Fugui, when I came here just now, I saw the two younger siblings going out murderously with knives pinned to their waists and clubs, what happened to them?" โ
"Oh, that's what you say!"
Zhu Fugui raised his glass and let Abdulman fill the wine, "Xia Er and Su Su went to the temple to pray for me......
"But they all have weapons in their hands? Is Yangon still unsafe? Abdul took a sip of the fermented juice and asked.
"That's not true, even if some Burmese and Bangladeshi separatists have bad intentions, the accompanying guard flags will deal with them."
Zhu Fugui replied, "The weapon in their hands is a magic weapon to be used when praying to the Bodhisattva. โ
"Artifact?" Abdul was stunned.
"That's right, it seems that I learned it from those Fujian boys who bombarded the Dragon King's Temple and strangled the Dragon King's neck with a rope...... Xia Er said that if you put a knife on your neck, it will be more effective to pray for blessings...... Although my suggestion is that as a West Lake woman, it is more appropriate to use a sword......"
"Wouldn't that be too violent...... Religion...... Religion is peaceful......," Abdul said, wiping a cold sweat.
"Peace, of course peace, our Ming gods are under the control of the Ministry of Rites, and they are very peaceful."
After speaking, Zhu Fugui shook his head and comforted, "Don't worry, your gods don't have gods, and they will be safer......
Abdul wiped his cold sweat, drank two sips of fermented juice, and couldn't help but sigh with emotion: "The Peace Religion is really the most peaceful......
Zhu Fugui shook his head, raised his cup and touched Abdul's cup, and then drank it all: "Don't you know, my old man is also a learned monk, and he has a unique view of Buddhism...... Poof......"
Suddenly, Zhu Fugui sprayed the wine on Abdul's face in one gulp, stuck out his tongue, and fanned desperately with his hands.
Abdul wiped his face, stretched out his finger and licked it, but said regretfully: "What a waste, what a good fermented juice!" โ
Zhu Fugui was so spicy that he hurriedly asked the guard to bring a bottle of milk over and drink it, which made him feel better.
He said angrily, "Old man, what kind of wine did you give me to drink? โ
"Wine? Where is the wine? Don't talk nonsense, God will blame! โ
Abdul shook his head again and again, "This is a sauce-flavored sorghum juice, which is very precious!" โ
Only then did Zhu Fugui remember that some time ago, because he threw money everywhere, the account balance on the system was less than 30 billion, and he was only one step away from bankruptcy, so he desperately searched for a way to make a fortune all over the world.
Later, when surfing the Internet, Zhu Fugui heard that the price of Moutai had risen again, so he moved the idea of asking Moutai Town, the chief secretary of Guizhou, to brew a batch of high-grade liquor to pay tribute to the palace.
From Guizhou to Yunnan, and then into Myanmar, although the mountain is high and the road is dangerous, but because the number is not much, it is relatively fast to rely on Yunnan horses and manpower transportation.
As a result, I don't know whether the quality of the wine offered is too good or too poor, in short, it doesn't look like Moutai at all.
Zhu Fugui is estimated to be the former.
After all, the reputation of "Wine Champion Qianren Country" spread in the Daoguang period, but it can only be regarded as a famous wine in the southwest region, not a state banquet drink, nor a palace tribute wine.
Now, the Son of Heaven has ordered tribute, which is joy descending from heaven, and Heaven is graceful!
Then why don't you have to go into battle with all the men, women and children in the town to come up with the best wine?
Regardless of the age of the vintage, the quality is naturally superior.
Of course, it cannot be ruled out that the sauce flavor technology of later generations has advanced by leaps and bounds, so the quality of Moutai obtained by Zhu Fugui cannot meet the standard.
After all, the fact that sauce-flavored academicians can appear shows that there may really be some great technological innovation here.
Therefore the words cannot be too full.