Lao Fu's expression was full of drama, and he couldn't describe the specific expression in words, anyway, he dropped the diary after waiting for the six sons and disciples to be shocked, hugged him and cried excitedly: "My good Anda, you are hiding too deeply!" ”

After that, there was nothing more to say, a thousand words were in the wine, the brothers walked one, the past was gone, and the two brothers continued to play happily hand in hand.

You are your emperor and I am my prime minister.

Jia is not separated from the rich, and the rich are not separated from Jia.

Isn't it just a matter of changing the emperor, what a big deal, as long as other interests are not moved, everything is easy to say.

This is also Lao Fulu's carefully conceived appearance with his eyes closed, which is both high-profile and low-key, not only perfectly showing his loyal and subordinate temperament, but also infinitely amplifying his love for the six sons and virtuous brothers.

Ordinary people don't have these brain cells.

Because, they don't know about the six sons.

And the old rich are full of confidence in this.

He dared to touch his chest and say that there was no second person in this world who knew the sixth son better than him!

He is also confident that he has done a very perfect job, and now he is waiting for the sixth son to give him the position of prime minister, and then he will resign again and again, so that there will be an extra story of the eternal monarch and minister, which is not beautiful.

In this way, isn't it better than him begging the sixth son to let him go?

The old rich actually knew that the sixth son would not kill him, because the sixth son was a benevolent and righteous person.

But saving his life is not his goal, his goal is to continue to serve as the leader of the imperial court.

This requires a certain amount of wisdom and strategy.

However, to Lao Fu's surprise, Liuzi didn't seem to be on the same channel as him, and he didn't pay attention to why Fu Ge had his diary, and even took it with him when he died.

Instead, he flipped through the diary in his hand, and finally fixed his eyes on the publisher and retail price, and his brows were furrowed at the same time.

made the old rich heart start to break out again, is it that he is still a little worse after all, and he doesn't know this kid well enough!

At this time, Jia Liu spoke, raised the diary in his hand, and said very unhappily: "Big brother, you are not authentic, you are also an important minister of the imperial court, how can you be so disrespectful of my intellectual property rights and blatantly engage in piracy!" You can subscribe to a few chapters for even a few dollars! ”

"What piracy?"

The old rich didn't know anything about the word.

"Look at the release date of this book!"

Jia Liu angrily pointed out that the release date of this "Restoration Emperor Diary Collection Volume I" was five months ago, and he made up his mind to publish it last month in view of the serious situation of his diary being sold privately by the staff around him.

So far, less than 3,000 copies have been distributed, and considering that the emperor should not seek personal gain, the price is also very cheap, and three eldest sons can buy one.

Removing the printing cost, not only did not earn a single one, but also pasted seven or eight taels upside down!

And it is certain that the diary has not yet been issued in the area of the enemy and the puppet of the Beijing Division.

Then the question is, where did this pirated diary in the old rich man's hand come from?

also sells three, two, three, and one, which is simply profiteering, and is picking up the wool of the Emperor of the Restoration and cutting the tail of his devil six!

I can't bear it!

And the printing quality is obviously too poor, he just flipped through it, not only the layout is messy, but also there are a lot of typos throughout, it is simply shoddy, and it is not appropriate to take readers seriously!

What annoys him even more is that this book is still the first fucking volume!

It's as if he knows that he will write the middle book and the next book of the Restoration Emperor.

You say it's not annoying!

"Huh?"

The sixth son's series of questions made the old rich man also confused, the conscience of heaven and earth, he really didn't know where this book was printed, only knew that there were two hundred taels on the black market.

He asked a lot of people to buy a copy, and in the end it cost more than four hundred taels, but it was worth the money, after all, I heard that this book was the brainchild of the six sons.

After buying it back, I stayed up all night and read it at night, and came to two conclusions.

First, this diary of the six sons and virtuous disciples is not only an excellent teaching material for governing the country, but also the only way for officials to progress.

That is, as long as the official is as described in the diary of the sixth son, he does not dare to say that the official is promoted to three levels every year, and there is no problem with being promoted to one level in three years.

The second is that this diary will be his talisman, and carrying it on his body will have the effect of being no less than an iron coupon to avoid death.

But he really didn't expect that the book would be a forgery, and the person concerned didn't know about it at all.

That's inevitable...

How to say it, the old rich feels very bad anyway.

The original self-confidence was also gone, and he began to worry in his heart, worrying about whether the sixth son would be happy to really make him benevolent.

But soon, the heart he brought up fell again.

Because the sixth son walked to the desk and took a new book from the drawer and solemnly handed it to him: "This is the genuine version, I signed it, you put it away." ”

"I..."

The old rich didn't know what to say.

"Don't say it, I understand."

Jia Liu turned around and looked at the big Western clock in the corner, and when he saw that the meal was ordered, he didn't care whether the old rich was in the mood to eat or not, so he asked the canteen to get a few dishes and send them over.

"Six sons,"

The corners of the old man's eyes moistened for no reason, and he found that the six sons and virtuous brothers had carried the hundreds of pounds of bells that he had given him with him.

"Okay, okay, don't talk about it, eat, eat."

Jia Liu directly pulled Lao Fu to the small dining table next door, and it didn't take long for the canteen to deliver the food, which was very simple, a pot of meat, a plate of fish, and two vegetarian dishes.

The soup is directly mixed with soy sauce and boiled.

"Taste this meat, I specially asked the canteen master to remove the oil, and it tastes fat but not greasy."

While speaking, Jia Liu took a piece of big fat meat and handed it to the old rich bowl.

Lao Fu was moved and hurriedly swallowed it, although it was extremely difficult to swallow, but it was still delicious, and he couldn't help but praise after going down his stomach: "Okay, this meat is really good, delicious and heavy, original, it is the most delicious food that I Zhang Jia Lao Fu has ever eaten in his life." ”

"Good ingredients should be made by good masters, if there is no good master, no matter how good the ingredients are, they will be tasteless and boring. The so-called draught does not forget the water diggers, and when we eat good ingredients, we must not forget the merits of the masters. ”

There is something in the words.

After speaking, he put a piece of lean meat in his mouth, and said with emotion: "Don't hide it from my eldest brother, in fact, I haven't eaten meat for half a month, if I hadn't entertained my eldest brother today, I wouldn't have made an exception." ”

"Oh?"

The old man cooperated with an expression of disbelief.

"Big brother doesn't know how difficult the country is now, how much food was used in the first war of Huguang, how many places were damaged, not to mention that the people are hard, and I, the emperor, are even more bitter, so I said when soldiers can eat meat every day, I eat meat..."

After all, it is not without regret that so far, he, the emperor, has not been able to make the soldiers eat meat every day, so he has always been embarrassed to eat meat.

The old man was really stunned, he didn't move, and he didn't know what to say.

Seeing this, Jia Liu picked up a piece of fat and gave it to the old man, but he was still thin.

It's not that he is reluctant to give the old rich to eat lean food, but in this era, fatty meat is more popular than lean meat, because of the general lack of nutrition.

Don't look at the old rich and fat like anything, but they definitely don't like to eat lean meat.

The old rich scolded secretly, forcibly swallowed the big fat into his stomach, and wiped his mouth: "Sixth son, in fact, I have long wanted to revolt, you don't know, after I was released from prison, I was dedicated to planning for you, but I didn't expect the end..."

Jia Liu stopped: "Big brother doesn't have to say this to me, I don't know others and don't understand you?" ”

After a pause, "By the way, there is something I have to tell my eldest brother." ”

Then he told the old man that he did not kill Qianlong, but let Qianlong serve as the vice president of the Qing Poetry Association, which was regarded as allowing Qianlong to give full play to his personal strengths, and at the same time leaving some more spiritual wealth for the Qing Dynasty and the people.

After all, this guy can write poetry.

The old man did not show surprise on his face, but quickly said: "I am not very good at writing poetry and songs, but I have some insignificant experience in governing the country. ”

Hearing this, Jia Liu hurriedly said, "Don't worry, my work has already been arranged." ”

After hearing this, the old man hurriedly got up and said excitedly: "No matter what the emperor wants the ministers to do, the ministers will not look back, go up the sword mountain and go down to the sea of fire, it is incumbent on them, they are obligatory!" ”

Then he politely asked the sixth son whether he would return to Beijing immediately to preside over the overall situation, or return to Beijing with the royal driver.

Jia Liu looked at Lao Fu seriously: "I have arranged your work in this way, and you also know that there are many poor people in our Qing Dynasty at present, and there are also many homeless people, so I plan to set up a homeless mutual aid association, and you will be the president." ”

"Huh? Can the emperor explain it? ”

Lao Fu said that he didn't understand what you devil six were talking about.

"It's the leader of the beggar gang."

Jia Liu put down the bowl, took out the iron plate that had been ordered to be made a long time ago from his pocket and threw it in front of the old man.

On the iron plaque are eleven big characters - "Admiral of the Qin Commander and the President of the Beggar Federation".

This is the fate of the old rich.

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Author's note again: This book is a comedy sketch life essay, and the content of war, technology, farming and other traditional bad streets is omitted.