The temporary judge wants to cultivate immortality

Even the struggling writer Shen Xiaoliu never imagined that Wu Sangui was actually a short, stout, and dark-skinned fat man.

He never expected that this short, stocky, dark-skinned, and fat man would speak with a strong Northeastern accent!

After all, he came from the family of a famous general in western Liaoning, was a graduate of the military examination, and had lived a life more carefree than the emperor for decades. In every gesture, Old Wu exuded the composure and calmness that comes with having seen the world.

I don't know what kind of methods the underworld used to make an old man who died in his sixties look like he was in his forties, with a shiny head, obviously well-groomed. From this, you can see that Da Chengzi's brute temperament is no match for Lao Wu. No wonder Chen Yuanyuan would rather be a king or nobleman than an emperor.

Xiao Liu, with a cigarette dangling from his lips, cupped his hands in a gesture of respect towards Wu Sangui. At the same time, Wu Sangui offered his right hand in a handshake gesture. The two were momentarily embarrassed, not only by their hands but also by not knowing how to address each other.

Huang Simao, with a fawning expression, said to Wu Sangui, "Your Highness, this is Shen Xiaoliu, the Judge of Yin and Yang. You can call him Xiaoliu or Brother." His tone was full of flattery, and it was unknown how much he had secretly received in return.

But turning his face away, this grandson spoke to Xiao Liu and the master in the tone of someone instructing a servant: "You, call him Third Master!"

Xiao Liu grabbed Huang Simao by the neck and whispered, "Damn it, we'll settle our score later!"

Before he could even open his mouth, Wu Sangui stepped forward and bowed deeply, still with a respectful demeanor, saying, "Sixth Brother, please don't take offense. I am Wu Changbo."

Look at this person who has seen it all; with just a few words, he saved the other person from embarrassment and also gave himself a proper title.

But what happened next immediately made Xiao Liu understand why Wu Sangui, who should have been an old man with white hair, had the secret to eternal youth, and also why Huang Simao was like a servant girl in front of Wu Sangui.

He bowed deeply but did not stand up. As the saying goes, "it's never wrong to be too polite," so Xiao Liu hurriedly went forward to help him up. The moment they made contact, Xiao Liu clearly felt a fat hand deftly slip into his pocket. Although it was just a fleeting moment, Xiao Liu's pocket immediately bulged.

As Wu Sangui rose, he whispered, "These are official Ming Dynasty notes, not ghost money. I hope you will accept them."

Xiao Liu thought to himself: Look at him! And look at Da Chengzi, who only knows how to brandish razor blades!

Before Xiao Liu could react, Wu Sangui had already stood up straight, clasped his hands in a fist and said, "On this trip, I, Changbo, have some grievances in my heart, and I look forward to your help, Sixth Brother."

Looking at Huang Simao's behavior just now, Xiao Liu deeply understood what it meant to "make the devil turn the millstone".

He patted his chest again, felt the size of the silver note, and felt happy, after all, his poor days were finally over. He quickly smiled and returned the greeting: "Your Highness is too kind."

He himself loathed his own spineless behavior!

Xiao Liu led Wu Sangui into the empty west room alone. Seeing that Wu Sangui had lit a candle, Xiao Liu was about to go in and offer his greetings when Huang Simao grabbed his arm.

"Give it to me!"

"What to take?"

Huang Simao rolled his eyes: "Stop pretending. Let me tell you, if you take this money, the merit system will make you wish you were dead tomorrow."

Xiao Liu then remembered what the system had said about self-inflicted evil and being covered in scabies. Reluctantly, he pulled out the bills one by one, as if pulling silver notes from his ribs. Good heavens, one bill was worth a thousand taels, and three bills were worth three thousand taels!

"Sun Zei, you installed this system for me just to get benefits for yourself, right?" Xiao Liu's heart was bleeding.

Huang Simao reached out to take it, unable to suppress a laugh, and said, "Stop cursing, you've been detained for another year."

Xiao Liu pulled the silver note back: "Young Master will return it to him personally in a moment."

Just then, Er Ya came out of the kitchen and bumped into the two whispering in the yard. When she discovered that Huang Simao was a woman with a "small chest", a thunderbolt flashed in her eyes.

Xiao Liu also saw Er Ya by the kitchen and shouted, "Prepare two more dishes. This granddaughter will pay for dinner tonight."

Er Ya didn't move, and Xiao Liu then realized that Huang Simao's tender hand was still on his arm, so he quickly shook his hand away: "Cousin Da Chengzi, she's here to deliver our food money."

As it turned out, Er Ya was kind. When she saw Huang Simao's bitter face covered in acne, she actually covered her mouth and laughed out loud. Then she took Huang Simao's hand and pulled him into the kitchen, and then... laughter filled the air.

This was perhaps the first time she had ever discovered that there was a woman in the world who was uglier than her. Most importantly, this woman was not startled when she saw Er Ya!

Unlike Li Zicheng, Wu Sangui paid great attention to his lifestyle. He kept the candlesticks lit and piled firewood in the stove of the kang (a heated brick bed). When he saw Xiao Liu enter, the first thing he asked was, "Sixth Brother, where can I wash my hands here?"

When Shen Xiaoliu realized that Wu Sangui was indeed just washing his hands and not urinating in a refined manner, he led the latter to the well in the courtyard, gave him a wooden basin, and then sat on the steps in front of the main house, resting his chin on his hand and staring blankly.

He has a lot on his mind.

For example, the most troubling thing is that he can't let Dachengzi see Wu Sangui, but how could he not see him when they live in the same courtyard and sit at the same table?

Xiao Liu thought to himself: Fine, I'll just wait until tonight, and then we'll see how it goes!

So he made a decision. What was the decision?

He decided to rename Wu Sangui: Fatty San!

Xiao Liu didn't believe that Da Chengzi had ever met Wu Sangui; at least from a geographical perspective, the two shouldn't have had the opportunity to meet.

At the same time, regardless of his chubby face or short stature, Shen Xiaoliu had no reason not to call the Wu Sangui in front of him "Fatty San." The only difference was that the real Fatty San was much fairer-skinned than Wu Sangui.

Just as they were hesitating, they heard a "bang" from the outhouse, and then a dark shadow about two meters tall darted out of the outhouse and headed straight for the east room.

Ignoring the equally bewildered Sanpangzi by the well, Xiao Liu hurriedly ran to the east room, only to find Li Zicheng pinching his nose and panting heavily, seemingly muttering to himself, "Good heavens, after holding it in for over four hundred years, how did it become so smelly?"

Xiao Liu thought to himself, "Whether I stick my neck out or not, I'll still get stabbed. I might as well give it a try."

He left behind the words, "Brother Cheng, come out for a moment," and then turned to Wu Sangui in the middle of the courtyard and said, "Third Brother, come here for a moment."

It took Wu Sangui a while to realize that Shen Xiaoliu was calling him, and he got up and walked over with a kind expression.

Li Zicheng flung open the door, nearly hitting Wu Sangui in the face. But that wasn't important. The most important thing was that the two men spotted each other almost simultaneously...