The Yamen of Shuntianfu is not far from the Yamen of the Criminal Department, that is, the distance between two streets, Zhu Ping'an is dressed in regular clothes, carrying a cloth bag on his shoulder, and he walks towards the Criminal Department in a swaying manner, just like a tourist. Pen fun and pavilion www.biquge.info

When I passed the street in front of Shuntianfu, I also bought three meat buns at the roadside breakfast shop, and ate them while walking.

The meat bun is relatively large, almost the size of the palm, the dough is fermented, the filling is pork and radish filling, and the corners of the mouth have a feeling of oily when you bite it, which is very fragrant. Ten dollars and three meat buns, very real.

Meat buns with porridge are the most suitable, but in order to hurry to the criminal department, Zhu Ping'an didn't have time to drink porridge.

Maybe it's because I'm in a hurry, or maybe the meat buns are too real, Zhu Ping'an is full after eating two meat buns, and the third meat bun is really uneaten.

Bringing a meat bun to the Criminal Department to present his feelings, it's not a bit like that, if it is put on the line by someone with a heart, it will not be good, thinking that Zhao Daying and others will definitely not let go of any opportunity to discredit themselves.

Zhu Ping'an thought about it and decided to give this meat bun to the beggar, for the beggar, a meat bun can be regarded as an unexpected joy. But it's a pity that they were all about to walk through this street, and Zhu Ping'an didn't find a single beggar.

It's not appropriate to give it to other people, maybe it's out of some kindness, but people may not appreciate it, it may cause unnecessary misunderstandings, if it is used as food or something, it is not good, and you may wonder if there is something unclean in your bun.

Think about it, if you were walking down the street and someone gave you a steamed bun, what would you think?

Offering to the right place is called love, otherwise it will become a disgrace.

Seeing that after crossing this street again, there is not far from the yamen of the Criminal Department, and if you can't find a suitable person, this meat bun can only be covered with dust.

The hard work paid off, Zhu Ping'an looked around, and finally found two little beggars not far in front.

About a brother and sister, about seven or eight years old, ragged, with a face like a little cat, standing pitifully beside the fortune-telling booth, hoping that the person who calculated the fortune would reward them when he was in a good mood.

The fortune-telling stall is supported under an old locust tree, there is a cloth sign hanging on the stall, on the book "Mai God calculates, counts the last resort", behind the stall sits a Taoist in a blue sermon robe, the blue robe draws a gossip diagram with a brush, a chopstick to tie his hair, about fifty years old, there is no feeling of fairy wind at all, but like a pit to deceive the old fritters.

There was a broken wooden sword on the table, and there were only a few sparse people in front of the stall, and they were not here to pay for fortune telling, they were not willing to spend money to tell fortunes, but they were just rubbing hexagrams in front of the stalls, and the old way of fortune telling.

"Brother can't eat this bun, you can help my brother eat it, this will be regarded as a reward."

Looking at the two little beggars, Zhu Ping'an touched his pocket, walked to the little brother and sister with a smile, touched the little beggar's head, and put the remaining ten or so buns in the bag and the meat buns in the palm of the little brother's hand.

yes

The hot buns, as well as the heavy dozen pennies, made the eyes of the two little beggars widen all of a sudden.

Happiness came too suddenly.

It felt like a dream.

The two little beggars have been guarding this fortune-telling stall since yesterday, thinking that someone is in a good mood to tell fortunes, give themselves a penny, and then they can go to buy a steamed bun to eat, but this fortune-telling stall is too sluggish, there are not many people to tell the fortune, and no one gives them a penny, so they are also hungry from yesterday to now.

Now the steaming meat buns make the little beggar brothers and sisters who have been hungry for a day have their eyes lit up, especially the little sister who swallowed saliva again and again.

The little brother still looked at Zhu Ping'an with some vigilance, and faintly protected his sister behind him, worried that Zhu Ping'an had ulterior motives and made excessive demands. There used to be people who wanted to spend money to buy his sister, although he was young, but he also heard the old flowers in the gang talk about the pickled things in the mansion gate, so he wouldn't push his sister into the fire pit.

"Yes, be a man, protect your sister well, you can go to Linhuai Marquis to find me if you have something, my name is Zhu Ping'an."

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

Yes?

No requirements?

The little beggar brother was very surprised, and when he saw the back of Zhu Ping'an's departure, he was convinced that Zhu Ping'an was really out of kindness, not a bad person.

"Thanks, big brother." The little beggar sister stretched out her little hand to her mouth and formed a small trumpet, and shouted to Zhu Ping'an's back in a milky voice.

Zhu Ping'an smiled slightly when he heard the voice of the little beggar sister behind him, did not look back, stretched out his hand above his head, shook it from side to side, and continued to walk forward.

The Criminal Department can't be late to present its case......

The little beggar brother and sister looked at Zhu Ping'an's back, and there was a warm current in their hearts, there are still many good people in the world......

"Eat, sister."

The little beggar brother took a snort of the fragrance, and then put the meat bun in his hand in his sister's hand without hesitation.

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

The two humbled each other for a while, and finally the elder brother divided the bun into two halves, one half and one half, handed the majority to his sister, and kept the small half for himself, and the two ate happily.

It's really fragrant......

Confucius didn't know the taste of meat for three months, and they didn't know the taste of meat for at least three years......

After Zhu Ping'an left, he hadn't walked a few steps when he saw a black shadow flashing in front of him, and then he saw an old Taoist with chopsticks and a blue sermon robe appear in front of him, holding a cloth banner of "Mai God calculates, there is no last resort", pretending to stroke a few beards.

Zhu Ping'an was almost tripped up by the sudden appearance of Lao Dao, and his heartbeat accelerated a little.

Why is this pretense so familiar, Zhu Ping'an was stunned, and then reacted, isn't this old Taoist the old Taoist priest on the fortune-telling stall just now.

"This son, please stay, I see that you have a relationship with my Sanqing, you might as well let Lao Dao count a hexagram for the son." Lao Dao stopped Zhu Ping'an, stroked his beard and said.

"I'm sorry, I believe in Buddhism."

Zhu Ping'an pulled the corners of his mouth and smiled, blocking the old road in one sentence, and then bypassing the old road and continuing forward, didn't I say that I have a relationship with you Sanqing, then I'm sorry, I believe in Buddhism.

I was still in a hurry to go to the criminal department to present my case, and I didn't have time to listen to his feudal superstitions. Besides, he was too unprofessional, and the gossip painted in ink on his robe was all fainted by sweat, and it was black......

As far as the old way is concerned, let alone a person who grows up under the red flag, even few uncles and aunts on the street will pamper him.....

However, Zhu Ping'an still underestimated Lao Dao's face, and was stopped again in the next second.

"Good, good, Buddha, this family, Gongzi believes in Buddhism is faith, and Gongzi really has a fate with my Sanqing." Lao Dao stopped Zhu Ping'an again with a cloth disguise, and he talked nonsense about the Buddhist family, and his old face was not red at all.