Rise From the Humble

The Shuntian Mansion Yamen is not far from the Punishment Department Yamen, that is, two streets away. Zhu Ping'an was dressed in regular clothes, with a cloth bag slung across his body, and walked towards the Punishment Department, as if he was traveling for sightseeing.

While passing by the street in front of Shuntianfu Gate, I bought three meat buns from a roadside breakfast shop and ate them while walking.

The meat buns are relatively large, almost as big as the palm of your hand. The dough is fermented and the filling is pork and radish. When you take a bite, the corners of your mouth will feel oily and very fragrant. Three meat buns for ten cents, very practical.

Pork buns go best with porridge, but Zhu Ping'an didn't have time to drink porridge because he was in a hurry to go to the Ministry of Punishment.

Maybe he ate in a hurry, or maybe the meat buns were too solid. Zhu Pingan was full after eating two meat buns, but he couldn't eat the third meat bun.

It would be a bit unreasonable to bring a meat bun to the Ministry of Justice to express his love. It would be bad if someone with an intention to take advantage of it would be bad. I think Zhao Daying and others would definitely not miss any opportunity to smear themselves.

Zhu Pingan thought for a while and decided to give this meat bun to Beggar. For Beggar, a meat bun was an unexpected surprise. But it's a pity that Zhu Pingan didn't find a beggar even when he was almost walking through this street.

It is not appropriate to give it to other people. Maybe you have good intentions, but others may not appreciate it, and it may cause unnecessary misunderstandings. It would be bad if you are treated as food for others, and they may wonder whether there is something in your bun. What's not clean?

Just imagine, if you were walking on the street and someone gave you a steamed bun, what would you think?

It is called love when it is given in the right place, otherwise it becomes a shame.

Looking past this street, not far away is the Penal Department Yamen. If we can't find the right person, this meat bun will just gather dust.

The hard work paid off. Zhu Pingan looked around and finally found two little beggars not far ahead.

They were a brother and a sister, about seven or eight years old, with ragged clothes and faces like little tabby cats. They stood pitifully next to the fortune-telling stall, hoping that the fortune teller would reward them if they were in a good mood.

The fortune-telling stall was set up under an old locust tree. There was a fortune-telling sign hanging on the stall, which read, "The divine fortune teller in linen clothes can tell you all the strategies." Behind the stall, there was a Taoist priest in a blue robe sitting with a calligraphy stroke drawn on the blue robe. A picture of Bagua, a chopstick to tie up the hair. He is about fifty years old. He does not feel like a fairy at all, but looks like a trickster.

There was a broken wooden sword on the table. There were only a few people in front of the stall, and they were not here to pay for fortune telling. They were not willing to pay for fortune telling. They were just hanging out in front of the stall and chatting with the experienced fortune tellers. .

"Brother can't eat this bun anymore. You can help him eat it. This can be considered as reward."

Looking at the two little beggars, Zhu Pingan touched his pocket, walked to the little brother and sister with a smile on his face, touched the little beggar's head, and put the remaining ten yuan and meat buns in the bag. In the hands of little brother.

ah

The hot steamed buns and the heavy amount of more than ten pennies made the two little beggars suddenly open their eyes.

Happiness comes too suddenly.

It feels like a dream.

The two little beggars have been guarding this fortune-telling stall since yesterday. They thought that someone would tell their fortunes and they would feel better. They gave themselves a penny and then went to buy steamed buns to eat. However, this fortune-telling stall was too depressed and there was not much. People came to tell fortunes, and no one gave them a penny, so they were hungry from yesterday to now.

The steaming meat buns now made the eyes of the little beggar brother and sister shine after being hungry all day, especially the little sister who swallowed her saliva repeatedly.

The little brother looked at Zhu Pingan with some vigilance, and vaguely protected his sister behind him, worried that Zhu Pingan had ulterior motives and made excessive demands. Someone once wanted to spend money to buy his sister. Although he was young, he had heard from the old ladies in the gang about the scandalous things going on inside the mansion, so he would not push his sister into the fire pit.

"Yes, be a man and protect your sister. If you need anything, you can go to Linhuai Marquis to find me. My name is Zhu Ping'an."

Zhu Pingan touched the little boy's head, smiled, then got up and left.

ah?

No request?

The little beggar brother was very surprised. When he saw Zhu Pingan's leaving figure, he was convinced that Zhu Pingan really had good intentions and was not a bad person.

"Thank you, big brother." The little beggar sister stretched out her little hand to her mouth like a trumpet, and shouted towards Zhu Pingan's back in a milky voice.

Zhu Ping'an smiled slightly when he heard the voice of the little beggar sister behind him. Without looking back, he raised his hand above his head, swayed from side to side, and continued walking forward.

Please don’t be late for the Ministry of Punishment’s submission

The little beggar brother and sister looked at Zhu Pingan's back and felt a warm current in their hearts. There are still many good people in the world.

"Eat it, sister."

The little beggar brother took a sniff of the fragrance, and then put the meat buns in his hands into his sister's hands without hesitation.

"Brother, eat it." The little beggar sister stared at the meat buns, then shook her head, and reluctantly handed the meat buns to her brother.

The two were humble to each other for a while. Finally, the brother divided the bun into two halves, one big half and one small half. He handed the big half to his sister and kept the small half for himself. The two ate happily.

So fragrant

Confucius did not know the taste of meat in three months. They have not known the taste of meat for at least three years.

After Zhu Ping'an left, he saw a dark shadow flash in front of his eyes before he took a few steps, and then he saw an old Taoist with chopsticks tying his hair and a blue preacher's robe appearing in front of him, holding a "hemp-clothed divine calculation, perfect calculation" in his hand Bu Guo, stroking a few beards in a pretentious manner.

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Zhu Ping'an almost stumbled over the sudden appearance of the old man, and his heartbeat accelerated a bit.

Why is this guise so familiar? Zhu Pingan was startled for a moment, and then he realized that this old Taoist was the same old Taoist from the fortune-telling stall just now.

"Master, please stay here. I think you are destined to be Sanqing with me, so you might as well let the old Taoist do the math for you." The old Taoist stopped Zhu Pingan and said, stroking his beard.

"Sorry, I believe in Buddhism."

Zhu Ping'an smiled with the corner of his mouth pulled, and blocked the old Tao with one sentence, and then walked around the old Tao and continued forward. Didn't he say that I have a fate with you Sanqing? That's embarrassing, I believe in Buddhism.

I was in a hurry to go to the Ministry of Punishment to complain, so I didn't have time to listen to his feudal superstitions. Moreover, he was so unprofessional. The ink drawings on the Taoist robe were all dissipated by sweat and turned completely black.

As far as Lao Dao is concerned, not to mention myself, a person who grew up under the red flag, not even the uncles and aunties on the street would tell him anything.

However, Zhu Pingan still underestimated the old Taoist's face, and was stopped again the next second.

"It's good, it's good. Buddhism and Taoism belong to the same family. The young master believes in Buddhism and believes in the Tao. The young master is indeed destined to be with me." The old Taoist stopped Zhu Pingan again with a cloth cover and made nonsense about the Buddhist and Taoist family. His face was not red at all. .