I'm a Buddhist foster child

Yang Jian can't eat sweets, it's not that he is allergic to sugar, but that whenever he touches a little bit of sweetness, Yang Jian will become a complete... mad dog.

Yang Jian knew that he had this weird problem, and he even went to see a doctor for this problem.The psychiatrist told Yang Jian that it was caused by the psychological shadow left by Yang Jian when he was young, which may be overcome, or it may be a terminal illness for a lifetime.

Yang Jian's disposition is neither good nor bad. In fact, he can be said to be gentle, but his gentle refusal to be thousands of miles away makes people feel a sense of alienation and distance for no reason.Only after eating sweets, you will become "another person"...

Yang Jian, who tasted the sweetness, seemed to be tasting a bloody beast. A little stimulus of unknown reason would irritate the surly Yang Jian. That feeling seemed to arouse the darkest and most tyrannical emotions in Yang Jian's heart, making Yang Jian Another "personality" of hers broke out completely and violently.

There was a scream of pain coming from the private room of the restaurant. Because of the door panel, the sound of the scream was slightly out of shape, so it couldn't be heard clearly.The servants in Yuwen's mansion laughed, each of them thought it was Yang Jian's call, and they were talking nasty words to each other.

"Hahaha! Our Lord Saburo is the best!"

Yang Zan heard the screams of pain coming from the house, and was so anxious that he sweated profusely. He struggled hard to shake off the shackles of the servants, and rushed in to save people, shouting: "Brother!"

Unexpectedly, the next moment, the soft and short little bun raised his hand suddenly, with an old-fashioned look, frowned slightly, stopped Yang Zan, and said in a childish voice, "Wait a minute, Not my father's voice."

The servants of Yuwen's family also seemed to have noticed the abnormality, and said hesitantly: "Eh? Why do I listen, this voice is a bit like our Lord Saburo?"

"Hey! How could it be Lord Sanlang? Our Lord Sanlang is a great general of hussars! Can't we beat a softie?!"

"That's the reason. It's definitely not our Lord Saburo. Just wait for Haoer. Didn't Lord Saburo say that we should wait here and don't go in if we hear any noise."

At this moment, Shane...

"Ah—you bastard! Let go...ah! Let go! Man, I won't beg for mercy...Ah! It hurts——"

The servants of Yuwen's family would never have imagined that the voice of screaming in pain was precisely their Lord Saburo, Hussar General Yuwenhui!

Yu Wenhui's hands were twisted behind his back, as if they were about to be broken at any moment, his face was pale with pain, his collar was soaked in cold sweat, but he refused to beg for mercy, cursing: "I am the lord, Yu Fenghuo!" Riding the Great General, if you dare to break my arm, my grandfather will not let you go!"

Yang Jian's mouth was still filled with the sweet and smooth taste of mellow cheese, "hehe" chuckled: "Why, are you crying for your father and mother so soon? Don't worry, I'm not interested in your arms at all, but... I will Break your third leg."

Yang Jian's voice was hoarse, and with a rush of excitement, he said, "Shall I take off your pants, or do you take off your pants?"

"You dog!! I want your dog's life!" Yuwenhui was so humiliated, his pale face flushed red instantly, thinking that he is the third son of Prime Minister Yuwen, although he is not the eldest son, whoever sees Yuwenhui will be respectful. Respectful flattery?Even those who are not convinced by Yuwenhui and those who are not used to Yuwenhui will put their tails between their legs and dare not be stubborn in front of him, but today they capsized in the gutter.

Yang Jian ignored Yuwenhui's quarrel and said, "Oh? So you like to use force? I think it is the same, no wonder you accuse others casually. Coincidentally, I also like to use force."

"Don't worry..." Yang Jian's voice softened, but the words he said became more and more chilling: "I broke your third leg, so I sent you into the palace to be a eunuch, which is definitely better than you as a hussar!" It's easy to ride a general, maybe it will be faster, what do you think?"

Yang Jian wasn't playing tricks, Yu Wenhui thought that Yang Jian was just being quick-tongued, humiliating himself, but he didn't know that this lunatic really did it, Yu Wenhui was so frightened that he shouted: "Wait, wait! ...wait a minute..."

Yu Wenhui's face was full of humiliation, he had lived for twenty years, and it was the first time he had been coerced by someone, but Yang was possessed of strange strength, Yu Wenhui couldn't struggle no matter what, and seeing that he wasn't joking, he had to humiliate and submit, saying: "I ... I know I was wrong, Shizi, you... please forgive me, I have the right to obey you!"

Yang Jian didn't speak, but he didn't continue to pick up Yuwenhui's pants, but suddenly kicked Yuwenhui's vest with a "boom!" Unprepared, Yang Jian kicked him out.

Yang Jian, who is usually gentle and gentle, is like an evil ghost Shura today, with incomparable strength, Yu Wenhui's foot is unsteady, "Boom!" He threw himself on the couch, almost knocking off his front teeth.

Yang Jian didn't wait for Yuwenhui's reaction, he directly raised his foot, stepped on Yuwenhui's back with his boots, preventing Yuwenhui from getting up from the couch, and said with a chuckle, "Since you have the right to listen to me, well, write the contract."

Yang Jian threw the honey scented paper on the case table on the couch, Yu Wenhui didn't dare to disobey, and said, "Write...what do you write?"

Yang Jian stepped on Yuwenhui with one foot, folded his arms leisurely, and said with a sneer, "I'm not going to make it difficult for you. I paid for this matter today with money. You are the chief minister of the prime minister's mansion, so you must have some private money? "

Yu Wenhui breathed a sigh of relief, asking for money is not easy?Better than a broken arm and a broken leg.

But I heard Yang Jian said quietly: "I said, if you write it, just write it - I owe tens of thousands of dollars to the son of Sui Guogong."

"Wan..." Yu Wenhui stuttered in an instant, and the luck in his heart was wiped out just now: "Wan, Wan Wan!?"

The currency in circulation in the Northern Zhou Dynasty was the same as that in the Eastern Han Dynasty, which was five baht. Speaking of prices at that time, they were actually similar to those in the Eastern Han Dynasty.What is the concept of this tens of millions of money? Let me give you a simple example.

In the Northern Zhou Dynasty, there was no rank system for official positions, but life. One rank equals nine lives, and nine ranks equals one life.According to the system at that time, the salary of officials with the first life and the first life was 125 shi per year, and the salary of the officials with the second life and the second life was doubled, that is, 250 shi.By analogy, the third life is 500 stones, the fourth life is 1000 stones, the fifth life is 2000 stones, and the sixth life is 4000 stones.Further up, the salary of the seventh-class Shangqing is 6000 shi, the eighth-life is 7000 shi, and the highest salary of the first-class nine-life is Wanshi, which is 10000 shi!

At the end of the Eastern Han Dynasty, the price level was basically the same as that of the Northern Zhou Dynasty. In the late Eastern Han Dynasty, it was popular to sell officials and titles. A position of 125 shi was sold for 125 million yuan, and a title of 500 shi was sold for 500 million yuan.Cao Song, the father of Cao Cao, the founder of the Cao Wei regime, spent [-] million yuan to buy the post of Taiwei and became the top minister.

So the "tens of millions of dollars" Yang Jian said was enough to buy the position of Taiwei!

No wonder Yuwen made such a fuss, even if he was the Lord Saburo of the Prime Minister's Mansion, he couldn't come up with [-] million yuan in one go.

Yu Wenhui's eyes were red with anger, and he roared angrily: "Ten million dollars!? Why don't you buy a prime minister!?"

Unexpectedly, Yang Jian smiled, but he was not picky, and said: "If Prime Minister Yuwen is willing to sell me, that's fine."

Yu Wenhui was speechless immediately, his face was pale and troubled, Yang Jian didn't give him a chance to think, his voice turned cold instantly, like an ice pick: "If you want money, you still need a third leg."

"I...I..." Yu Wenhui had never been so humiliated, but he could feel that Yang Jian was a slut, a mad dog!He stepped on the strength of his vest, almost stepping out his internal organs. He was determined not to be naughty. Maybe Yang Jian had something wrong and really sent himself to the palace to be a eunuch, although Grandpa would not let it go. Yang Jian, but it will be too late to say anything at that time, and the one who suffers is myself...

Yu Wenhui gritted his back molars, and finally struggled to say: "Only honey incense paper, no pen and ink, how do you write?"

Yang Jian kept stepping on Yuwenhui's vest, and suddenly broke Yuwenhui's hand. Yuwenhui thought that he was going to twist his arm again. The next moment, the tip of his index finger felt warm, and then his heart ached. Biting on his hand, the bite was not stubborn, and blood came out immediately.

Yang Jian smiled: "So...you can write."

Fu patted Yu Wenhui on the cheek again, and said, "Hey, don't play tricks. My patience is limited. When the blood is solidified, I don't mind giving you another bite."

Yu Wenhui stared at the blood dripping from his fingertips, trembling with anger, but had no other choice, he wrote the deed crookedly on the paper, owed Sui Guogong's son [-] million yuan, in duplicate, separately Tear it apart, keep a copy for each person, and stamp it with a picture at the end.

Yang Jian unceremoniously snatched half of the contract from Yuwenhui, flicked his slender index finger lightly, and the fine honey scented paper made a soft "crash", and then let go of Yuwenhui.

Fu said quietly again: "Yes, I almost forgot, I still need the help of General Yuwen."

Yu Wenhui got up from the couch in a panic, the corners of his lips hit the couch and broke, his arms twisted so painfully, as if he was about to dislocate, when he heard Yang Jian speak, he took a step back to distance himself, stared at Yang Jian warily, and said : "Why are you sitting on the ground and raising the price!?"

Yang Jian smiled slightly and said, "It's not a troublesome matter, it's just a matter of little effort, and General Yuwen will certainly be able to help."

As he said, he pinched his index finger and middle finger out of a pile of prostitutes' tulle shirts, and took out a drawing. It was Yang Zan's draft of the roast duck oven. fell to the ground.

Yang Jian threw the draft to Yuwenhui and said: "General Yuwen has a wide network of contacts, so I will trouble General Yuwen to ask craftsmen to build this roast duck stove, and I will need it tomorrow."

"Roast..." Yu Wenhui thought Yang Jian was going to humiliate and make things difficult for him, but he couldn't react for a moment, and said in a dull voice, "Roast...roast duck?"

Yang Jian held the contract in duplicate, one half for one person, shook it, and said with a smile: "General Hussars, don't forget to pay back the money, accept installment payments, of course... need a little interest."

After finishing speaking, leaving behind a slight smile, Yang Jian turned around directly, and pushed open the door with a "squeak".

"Brother!"

"Three... Master Sanlang!"

As soon as the door opened, Yang Zan's worried voice burst out, and the servants of Yuwen's family shouted beyond shock.

Yang Zan was stunned, he didn't know what happened, he rushed over and said, "How are you, brother?"

The little bun Yang Guang ran over, he was the calmest one, even though he looks like a baby now, but Yang Guang can be regarded as a person who has seen the world, just now he heard the news from the house He could hear the screams, it was definitely not Yang Jian's voice.

Yang Guang, the little bun, was relieved to see Yang Jian come out with full beard and whole body. Yuwen's family did not get along with Sui Guogong's mansion. This was something he knew in his previous life. The big tree was enjoying the shade, so naturally he didn't want Yang Jian to make any mistakes.

The little bun hugged Yang Jian's thigh, frowned slightly, showing a worried and aggrieved look, and said in a childish voice, "Father! Are you injured?"

Holding the deed in his hand, Yang Jian raised his eyebrows and said, "Hand hurts from beating someone, can it be considered an injury?"

The author has something to say: today's father and father are sweet and spicy~

Amway the stupid author's next fictional history Xiangxin article "Is it so profitable to be a eunuch in ancient times", you can read it by poking into the column, welcome to bookmark!

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