The rise of the poor

Chapter 635 Sorry, I Believe in Buddhism

The Yamen of Shuntian Mansion is not far from the Yamen of the Ministry of Punishment, that is, the distance of two streets. Zhu Ping'an is dressed in ordinary clothes, with a cloth bag slung over his shoulder, and wanders towards the Ministry of Punishment, just like a tourist.

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

The meat buns are relatively big, almost as big as the palm of your hand. The dough is fermented, and the filling is made of pork and radish. When you bite into it, there is a feeling of oil flowing from the corner of your mouth, which is very fragrant.Three meat buns for ten cents, very real.

Meat buns are most suitable with porridge, but Zhu Pingan didn't have time to eat porridge because he was in a hurry to go to the Ministry of Criminal Justice.

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

Bringing a meat bun to the Ministry of Criminal Justice to make a statement is a bit unreasonable. It would be bad if someone with a heart goes online. I think Zhao Daying and others will definitely not let go of any opportunity to discredit themselves.

Zhu Pingan thought about it, and decided to give this meat bun to the beggar. For the beggar, a meat bun was a surprise.But it's a pity that Zhu Ping'an didn't find a beggar when he was about to walk through this street.

It’s not appropriate to give it to other people. Maybe I have good intentions, but people may not appreciate it. It may cause unnecessary misunderstanding. What unclean things.

Just imagine, if you were walking on the street and someone gave you a steamed bun, what would you think?
Dedicating to the right place is called love, otherwise it becomes humiliation.

Looking at this street, the Yamen of the Ministry of Punishment is not far away. If no suitable person is found, this meat bun will only be dusted.

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

About brother and sister, about seven or eight years old, dressed in ragged clothes, with a face like a little tabby cat, standing pitifully by the fortune-telling booth, hoping that those who have a good fortune will reward them when they are in a good mood.

The fortune-telling booth was set up under an old locust tree, and there was a cloth sign hanging on the booth, which read, "The gods in linen clothes are good fortune tellers, and there are no plans left." Sitting behind the booth was a Taoist priest in a blue robe, on which was drawn with a brush. A picture of gossip, a hair tied with chopsticks, about 50 years old, does not have the feeling of immortality at all, on the contrary, it looks like an old fritters who are cheating and abducting old fritters.

There was a broken wooden sword on the table. There were only a few people in front of the booth, and none of them came to pay for fortune-telling. They were not willing to spend money to tell fortune-telling. .

"Brother can't eat this steamed stuffed bun, you guys help him eat, this will be considered as a 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 or so texts and meat buns in the bag together. In the hands of my little brother.

what

The steaming steamed buns and the heavy ten-cent cash made the eyes of the two little beggars widen.

Happiness comes too suddenly.

Felt like a dream.

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

Now the steaming meat buns made the little beggar brothers and sisters' eyes light up after being hungry for a day, especially the little sister swallowed her saliva again and again.

The younger brother looked at Zhu Ping'an warily, and guarded his younger sister faintly, worried that Zhu Ping'an had ulterior motives and made excessive demands.Someone once wanted to spend money to buy his sister. Although he was young, he had heard the old men in the gang talk about the dirty things in the mansion gate, so he would not push his sister into the fire pit.

"That's right, be a man and protect your sister well. If you need anything, you can find me at Marquis Linhuai. My name is Zhu Ping'an."

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

what?
No requirement?

Brother Xiaoqier was very surprised. Seeing Zhu Ping'an's leaving back, he was convinced that Zhu Ping'an was really out of good intentions and not a bad person.

"Thank you, big brother." The little beggar sister stretched out her little hand to her mouth in the shape of a small trumpet, and shouted towards Zhu Ping'an's back in a childish voice.

Zhu Pingan smiled slightly when he heard the voice of the little beggar sister behind him, and without looking back, he stretched out his hand above his head, swayed left and right, and continued to walk forward.

Please don't be late for the Ministry of Punishment
Seeing Zhu Ping'an's back, the little beggar brothers and sisters felt a warm current in their hearts. There are still many good people in the world.
"Eat it, sister."

Brother Xiaoqier took a sniff of the scent, and then put the meat bun in his sister's hand without hesitation.

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

The two gave in to each other for a while, and finally the elder brother divided the steamed stuffed bun into two halves, the larger half and the smaller half, and handed the larger half to the younger sister, and kept the smaller half to himself, and the two began to eat happily.

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, before he had walked a few steps, he saw a black shadow flashing in front of him, and then saw an old Taoist man with chopsticks tied up his hair and a blue priestly robe appearing in front of him, holding in his hand the "linen clothes, magic calculation, calculation is exhaustive" "Ce" cloth cover, pretending to stroke a few beards.

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Zhu Ping'an was almost tripped by the old Taoist who suddenly appeared, and his heart beat a little faster.

Why is this guise so familiar? Zhu Pingan was taken aback for a moment, and then realized that this old Taoist is the old Taoist at the fortune-telling booth just now.

"Young master, please stop. I see that you and I have a predestined relationship with Sanqing. Let the old man do the math for you." The old man stopped Zhu Pingan and said, stroking his beard.

"Sorry, I believe in Buddhism."

Zhu Pingan smiled with the corners of his mouth pulled, blocked the old Tao with one sentence, then bypassed the old Tao and continued to move forward, didn't he say that I have a destiny with you Sanqing, then I'm sorry, I believe in Buddhism.

I was still rushing to the Ministry of Criminal Justice to make a statement, and I didn't have time to listen to his feudal superstitions.Besides, he was too unprofessional, the gossip drawn in ink on the Taoist robe was all fainted by sweat, and it turned black.
As far as the old way is concerned, not to mention myself who grew up under the red flag, even the uncles and aunts on the street can't beat him
However, Zhu Ping'an still underestimated the old man's face, and was stopped again in the next second.

"Goodness, goodness, Buddhism and Taoism are a family. My son's belief in Buddhism is his belief. You really have a relationship with me." The old Taoist stopped Zhu Pingan again under the guise of a cloth, talking nonsense about Buddhism and Taoism, and his old face was not red at all. .

(End of this chapter)