Chapter 5 Buddha I am Zhu Laowen, the pig butcher.
Since he was eight years old, he has followed his master to learn how to kill pigs, trim pigs, remove pig hair, and wash pig intestines, all year round.
If you don't do well, you will be beaten by the master.
Well done, it's just an extra tablespoon of oil in the meal In his sleep, Zhu Dapeng saw a stubborn young man named Zhu, named Eighty-One, and nicknamed Zhu Laowei.
The young man was stout, with dark skin and a dull expression, but Zhu Dapeng felt as if he had known this person for many years and felt cordial to him from the bottom of his heart.
Unlike the unlucky guy Mr.
Su said who killed his sister, nephew and brother-in-law, this young man named Zhu Bayi is extremely vivid.
His fate was also extremely rough.
The master was an alcoholic, childless, and didn't like his only disciple very much.
He was forced to work hard every day.
If he was not satisfied with his work, he would be beaten and kicked immediately.
Chopping wood, carrying water, washing pots, tying pigs, cleaning up feces and blood, and washing pig intestines.
You must use cold water to wash pig intestines.
Hot water will leave the smell of pig manure on the intestines, but cold water can make the intestines clean and smooth, and bring with it the unique fragrance of the internal organs.
Must use cold water, no matter the weather, no matter the season.
Even in the coldest month of winter, it is the same.
Among all the memories, the only thing that was warm in Zhu Bayi's memory was his sister's hands.
But the elder sister was forced back to the mansion to be a concubine by the inspector.
The inspector was in his fifties, older than Zhu Bayi's grandfather who was washed away by the flood.
From then on, he could no longer accept his sister's touch.
Even if it's a holiday, I can only go to the back door of the inspection master's house and say hello to my sister through the crack in the door.
Then under the disdainful eyes of the servants, he took a pair of cloth shoes and several sets of footwear made by his sister.
One day, my sister told herself that she was pregnant and it might be a boy.
Zhu Laowen was very happy, although his inspection brother-in-law never gave him a good look.
But with a boy, my sister's status in the inspector's family has been preserved.
At least, she will not be kicked out of the house and have no food and clothing when she is old.
During that time, he had the strength to do anything, always thinking that he could save some money to buy a decent gift for his unborn nephew.
An uncle is looked down upon by others, but a nephew will definitely get ahead and live a fulfilling life.
However, before he could save enough money, his sister's body was sent out from the inspection house.
One corpse and two lives are said to be difficult to give birth to.
But Zhu Laowen clearly saw purple scars on his sister's neck and wrists.
If you die, you will die, with nothing but a straw mat.
The status of a concubine is equivalent to that of a domestic slave.
For refugees like Zhu Bayi, the inspection master is heaven.
He couldn't seek justice for his sister, and he couldn't even ask about the cause of his sister's death.
Fortunately, God has eyes.
Last year, the patrol inspector suddenly broke his neck when he fell and died miserably.
My sister is gone and my enemy is dead.
Zhu Bayi has no other nostalgia in this world.
Buy pigs, kill pigs, and sell meat every day.
Then buy pigs, kill pigs, sell meat, and then continue the cycle, sunrise and sunset, endless.
For him, his body has already become a prison, and he has no regrets whenever he leaves.
The gangsters took the meat without giving them any money, so they had no intention of fighting.
The shrew sends her children to steal the meat and bones, turning a blind eye.
It's just a few bones, and whoever eats them doesn't eat them.
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Until one day, a soft green appeared in the boy's eyes.
Life suddenly brightened up, and Zhu Bayi began to work hard to earn and save money, hoping that one day he would keep that green color forever.
However, that touch of green was personally delivered to Lord Daru Hua Chi's residence by Mr.
Li.
That is Mr.
Li's biological daughter.
She married an old Mongolian boss in his sixties.
Fortunately, he was cruel.
On the day of the wedding, Zhu Laowen followed the sedan chair through one street after another.
I watched helplessly as the sedan chair entered Lord Daruhuachi's home.
The vermilion door slammed shut, separating the inside and outside of the door into two worlds.
On the way home, the prison guards from the yamen rushed out and knocked him to the ground.
They poured dirty water on him and called him a toad who wanted to eat swan meat.
He didn't dare to fight back or beg for mercy.
He hated himself, why he could only be a toad and why he never flew up to the clouds.
Even a short moment is worth thousands of years.
The archer Mr.
Li came to the door and made things difficult in every possible way.
Zhu Laowang endured it again and again.
Until yesterday evening, Mr.
Li hit me on the back of the head with an iron ruler.
At that moment, Zhu Bayi saw that he had finally taken off, no longer bound by the mortal world, and no longer ignored the noise of the world.
It feels so good to fly It's just that the evening sun is so dazzling.
Something flew over against the evening sun.
Was it the legendary Tai Sui?
Tai Sui opposes the sun, turning the world upside down The white light from the sky enveloped cars, computers, the Internet, and the virtual world.
It collided with Eighty-One's soul, exploded, and then fell into boundless darkness.
Darkness, endless darkness.
Two energy flows from different worlds entangled, collided, destroyed, and merged in the darkness.
I don’t know how long it took, maybe a moment, maybe tens of millions of years.
A green seedling suddenly emerged from the darkness and grew vigorously The entire chaotic world suddenly became bright.
That seedling is called a dream When Zhu Dapeng woke up from his dream again, it was almost noon.
The sunlight shines through the light green screen window onto the tung oil-coated floor, rippling waves of warm green.
He subconsciously looked at his hands.
They were big, rough, and covered with calluses.
The knuckles were obviously thicker than normal people.
That was because of working in cold water all year round.
The tendon sheaths inside Already deformed.
But in the memory of the previous world, his fingers were thin and long, and apart from the piano, he had only typed on the keyboard.
It's just a little rough, but at least it looks stronger than the hands in my previous life.
In troubled times, a little more strength means a better way to survive.
The hand that plays the piano can only starve to death.
With the idea of taking things easy, Zhu Dapeng comforted himself.
After experiencing the collision and fusion in the dream, he has slowly accepted his new identity and Zhu Bayi's miserable fate.
He was about to stand up with his hands supporting his body and find a mirror to see what his new body looked like.
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Unintentionally, he discovered that the sleeves at his wrists were completely different from the memories of the two worlds.
The clothes were made of a very fine fabric.
Zhu Dapeng couldn't tell its texture, but he knew that its value would definitely not be cheap.
Looking down again, I saw the large wooden bed under me, the satin pillow under my head, and the desk next to the window with delicate patterns carved on the edge.
Each one of them exuded an aura of wealth and nobility from the inside out.
"Did you wear it again?"
Zhu Dapeng was stunned, quickly jumped out of bed, and looked around with bare feet.
"It seems like the treatment is good this time, at least he comes from a wealthy family."
While he was secretly rejoicing, an annoying face suddenly appeared in front of him.
With a smile on his face, Mr.
Su asked coquettishly: "Lord Buddha, you've woken up.
Do you need to cleanse your face and change clothes?
I'll call the maid in, Qiu Ju."
"Wait a minute."
Zhu Dapeng quickly stepped forward and grabbed Mr.
Su's collar.
Mr.
Su was startled, and the second half of his sentence was stuck in his throat.
Blushing, waving his hands, he stepped back as hard as he could, "Sir, please have mercy.
The little one, with his vulgar body, is really not blessed to bear the mercy of the adults."
"Pity" Zhu Dapeng was slightly startled again, let go of his hand, and looked up and down in surprise.
I really don’t understand what is so vulgar about Mr.
Su, who is now dressed as a scholar.
Mr.
Na Su jumped a few steps away with a neatness that was extremely inappropriate for his age, pressed his butt tightly against the wall, and continued to plead while panting, "I don't know, I don't know the preferences of the adults before, so I didn't dare to make random arrangements."
"Little one, little one, go and see if there is a pink boy in the yard, and invite him to serve you."
"What do I want you to do?"
Zhu Dapeng was confused at first, and then his square face suddenly turned the color of pig liver.
"You are the one who is made of glass.
Your whole family is made of glass.
I just asked you to ask some questions.
Why are you hiding so far away?
Come here quickly."
"Alas, alas."
Although Mr.
Su didn't understand why his whole family turned into glass, he guessed from Zhu Dapeng's face that it was indeed a misunderstanding.
He quickly agreed in a low voice and moved towards the bed bit by bit.
But her butt was always facing the wall, ready to press against it at any time, rather than die.
Seeing his three-spirited and nine-spirited appearance, Zhu Dapeng couldn't help but laugh.
After laughing, the anger will disappear.
He shook his head helplessly and walked quickly to the desk.
He picked up the teapot on the table and swallowed it mouth to mouth.
"Lord Buddha, be careful when the tea is cold."
Mr.
Su quickly spoke to dissuade him, but he was afraid of going against the nature of the Buddhist disciple in front of him.
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He watched Zhu Dapeng drink up a pot of herbal tea eagerly, then took the teapot with both hands and added in a low voice: "If you want to drink water, sir, just shake the bell on the bedside.
You are a body of ten thousand gold.
If something happens, the little ones can’t bear it.”
"When did my body of ten thousand gold become so valuable?
What's going on, Buddha?
Why do you keep calling me Buddha?"
Zhu Dapeng repeated in a low voice while savoring the sweetness of the tea.
Since time travel, this has been his most common way of speaking.
There are many things that I cannot get used to, and I can only passively accept them while continuing to investigate.
"Sir, have you forgotten all the past things because of Maitreya Buddha?"
Mr.
Su's eyes were slightly confused.
He avoided Zhu Dapeng's gaze and responded in a serious manner, "You are the master of the Maitreya Sect's Dazhi Hall.
I secretly lurked in the city of Xuzhou to develop the congregation, look for opportunities, and expel the Tartars.
Xiao Shisan, Sun Sanyi, and Wu Twenty-two were together. , Niu Da, Zhou Xiaotie and others are all followers under your command.
Last night, when the Red Scarf Army arrived outside the city, Master Fozi asked Maitreya to come up and lead us to start a rebellion in Luoma Lane.
Kill Kongmu Mahama who came to suppress the attack with his troops, the archers Li Cheng, Wang Jin, five other soldiers, seven helpers, and more than 20 defeated soldiers who took advantage of the fire." s: After Chapter 4 Who Am I was released, some readers asked if the protagonist was Zhu Yuanzhang.
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