The reincarnation of the world begins with One Piece

The two solid wooden boxes pulled on the carriage were filled with gold bars.

At this moment, the sun was shining in the sky, and the sunlight shone on the gold bars. The shining golden light almost blinded Manager Wu's eyes.

The servants at the gate of the palace and the passers-by were all attracted by the light of the gold bars.

Everyone looked at the gold bars in the wooden box with dull expressions.

"A small gift is not a sign of respect. I wonder if Manager Wu is still satisfied."

Zhou Yang's voice woke up Manager Wu.

Manager Wu's expression changed, and he hurriedly turned to the handyman behind him and said, "Slave, I don't have the eyesight to see, why don't you invite this gentleman into the house quickly?"

Then Manager Wu stepped forward and closed the wooden box like a thief.

Instruct the servants in the palace to carry the wooden box into the palace.

Even though he had been working in the palace since he was a child, before the Qing Dynasty was destroyed and the palace was still at its peak, he had never seen so much gold.

It was true, it blinded him.

He diligently led Zhou Yang into the palace.

Manager Wu's eyes curled up and he asked with a smile: "Is this little brother an old friend of our old prince?"

"No."

"Is that a distant friend of our old prince?"

"Not at all."

"That?"

Manager Wu was confused.

In recent years, the royal palace has declined. Although it still retains the title of former Qing prince, it is also a powerless existence in the new government.

The death of a person is like the extinguishing of a lamp. After death, the status of a person in the world is even more evident.

There have been very few people paying their respects in recent days. How could one suddenly appear with such a heavy gift?

Zhou Yang said with a smile: "My ancestors have some connections with the royal family, and I have been favored by the royal family. Now that I heard that the prince has passed away, I came here to commemorate him."

"So that's it, Mr. Zhou, you are serious!" Manager Wu sighed with emotion.

I couldn't help but have a good impression of Zhou Yang.

Look, this is called repaying kindness.

My ancestor received royal favors, and even after he became successful, he still did not forget his kindness.

It is infinitely better than those villains who have received favor from the emperor for generations but have made matters worse.

Manager Wu, who was fond of him, continued: "Since Mr. Zhou is here, don't leave. Stay in the palace for a few days and let's get close and personal."

As he spoke, he waved the sweat towel in his hand and raised his orchid fingers again.

Smelling the smell of urine and makeup on the old eunuch Wu, Zhou Yang wanted to kick him away.

but,

He still endured it.

The old prince died of illness and the young prince was young. As the general manager of the palace, General Wu undoubtedly became a powerful figure.

If you want to successfully become a disciple of Master Qianhe.

I can't offend Mr. Wu.

"Then thank you so much, Manager Wu!"

Zhou Yang pinched his nose and thanked.

"There, there."

……

After sending two boxes of gold, Zhou Yang naturally became a distinguished guest of the palace.

Stayed for several days.

He also really felt the decline of the palace now.

According to the rules, after someone from the royal family dies, the body needs to be kept in morgue for seven days. Most of these seven days are used for people to pay their respects.

There are very few people who come to pay homage every day.

Occasionally one or two would come, most of them carrying some snacks, silks and other gifts that couldn't be put on the table.

It stands to reason that the Qing Dynasty was destroyed only a few days ago.

But the tree fell and the hozen scattered.

It was almost sunset in the palace.

In these seven days, Zhou Yang also used money to clear the way and successfully became the most respected person in the entire palace.

Now even Manager Wu would lick his face to compliment Zhou Yang when he saw him.

no way.

Who asked Zhou Yang to be generous?

If they don't agree with each other, a gold bar will be thrown out.

Many people in the palace received gold bars from Zhou Yang, especially the chief steward Wu, and the house was filled with several large boxes of gold bars.

It made Manager Wu wake up laughing even in his dreams.

On the seventh day, the mortuary ended.

Zhou Yang asked at the dinner table: "Will the prince be sent to the ancestral land for burial next?"

"Mr. Zhou understands that according to the royal family's rules, the body will be returned to the ancestral home after seven days of resting." Manager Wu nodded.

Zhou Yang nodded and asked again: "The ancestral home is in Changbai Mountain. It's a long way to go. Can I choose a good corpse driver?"

"It's been chosen. The Za family personally selected it. Taoist Qianhe, the authentic successor of Maoshan, it's time to come."

Manager Wu smiled.

The Lord is coming.

Zhou Yang immediately said: "Manager Wu, I have a merciless request. I wonder if..."

"Oh, Mr. Zhou, you are out of touch now. If you have anything to say, just say it. If I can help, Wu Dahai will do my best."

Manager Wu assured him, patting his chest.

Even his real name was revealed.

Looking at Manager Wu's vow, Zhou Yang smiled, secretly thinking that the money he had spent before was not wasted, and then said: "This matter may be as difficult as the sky for me, but for you, Manager Wu, it should be It can be done easily!"

"Say it." Manager Wu listened attentively.

"I have admired the heritage of Maoshan since I was a child. I have wanted to become a disciple of Maoshan several times, but I couldn't find the way. Today, after hearing that Taoist Master Qianhe from Maoshan came here, I want to be recommended by Manager Wu, who can help me complete the work that I have done for many years. It’s my long-cherished wish.”

Zhou Yang said with a serious face.

of course,

The above is purely made up by him.

Originally, Manager Wu thought that Zhou Yang's request would definitely not be easy to fulfill.

He is not a fool either.

People are giving away all kinds of gold bars every day these days. It would be abnormal if there were no requests.

But when he heard that Zhou Yang's request was just to worship in Maoshan, Manager Wu smiled, patted his chest and promised: "I thought it was a big deal, but it's just a trivial matter. Don't worry, Mr. Zhou, the Za family will definitely Help you finish it."

"Then thank you Manager Wu."

Zhou Yang smiled and handed another gold bar from under the table.

Manager Wu took the gold bar very skillfully and put it into his sleeve, the smile on his old face became even more friendly.

During the whole process, the young prince at the dinner table did not notice.

Still eating by himself.

Since the death of the old prince, the young prince has been depressed all day long. His grief and anger have turned into appetite, and his appetite has increased every day.

Zhou Yang didn't have to wait long before the servants from the palace led a few people dressed like Taoist priests in.

The leader was a thin, middle-aged Taoist priest.

With a one-inch mustache at the corner of his mouth, he was clearly the Taoist priest Qianhe whom Zhou Yang was familiar with.

"Maoshan Qianhe pays homage to Manager Wu and pays homage to the young prince!"

Taoist priest Qianhe bowed his head.

Manager Wu waved his hand, "You don't need to be so polite. The old prince has been lying in state for seven days. I don't know when Taoist Master Qianhe is going to leave!"

Taoist priest Qianhe said with a smile: "For the record, Mr. Wu, the poor Taoist has already prepared the thousand-year-old gold coffin containing the old prince and a magical weapon. He is just waiting for Mr. Wu's instructions to set off today. In addition, in order to show the old prince's Due to my identity, Pindao also prepared some fine Qiluo, gold-edged paper money and other matters!"

"Well, that's right. Our prince has a noble status, and even after his death, he cannot be like ordinary people!"

Manager Wu nodded with satisfaction.

Zhou Yang, who was sitting on the side, saw this and sighed slightly in his heart. No matter what era, packaging really depends on it.