Chapter 57: The Beggar

Rock sugar gourd is the most traditional and common snack of the people, there are all over the country, Wang Yao used to eat it when he was in Hangzhou, rock sugar gourd should be the same as rice for children, no one has not eaten it. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

But this kind of throwing out the sugar silk like a marshmallow wraps the sugar gourd, Wang Yao is really eye-opening, the sugar silk flying out is dazzling with the refraction of the light, and it is wrapped around the sugar gourd like a marshmallow, white and red inside, which is particularly beautiful.

"Uncle, are all the sugar gourds in your capital like this?" Wang Yao asked curiously, licking the sugar silk.

"I don't dare to say more, this alley is dozens of miles away, and I will do it alone. The old man who sold sugar gourds was very proud when he spoke, "Although it is not a stunt, it is also a stunt." ”

"Beautiful. Wang Yao nodded: "What's the name of this craft?"

"It's a rock sugar gourd. The old man who sold sugar gourds was stunned.

"How can a unique job not have a name? Wang Yao swallowed the sour sugar gourd in his mouth, "In this way, uncle, if you are doing this time in the future, tell people that this is not a sugar gourd, this is called snow red." ”

"Red in the snow?" The old man was stunned, and looked at Wang Yao suspiciously, his eyes a little disgusted.

The name is too sour, and it's better than a sugar gourd.

"Look, this is not like a red plum wrapped in a snowflake, and if you introduce it in the future, the young people will find it interesting, so maybe they will buy a few more. Wang Yao said with a smile.

"Oh, I really didn't expect it, it's like it. The old man patted his head and said with a smile: "I didn't expect to meet a noble person today." ”

"You're polite, I just think that such a beautiful craft must have a name, and it would be a pity if it was buried. Wang Yao said with a smile.

The old man smiled, and skewered a string of pure fruit sugar gourds, and gave it to Wang Yao, "Thank you Shaoxia for giving me the name." ”

Wang Yao was stunned, and waved his hand inexplicably embarrassed, "No need, I have enough to eat." ”

"Take it, it's rare to have such a polite child now. "Grandpa, put the sugar gourd into Wang Yao's hand, and said with a smile.

Wang Yao thanked him, said goodbye to the old man, and walked towards Mo Ke and Zheng Jingjing, who were sitting on the steps of someone else's house chatting in the distance.

On a whim, Wang Yao chatted with the old man for almost ten minutes, and the two girls were embarrassed to interrupt.

Seeing that Wang Yao was back, Mo Ke got up, patted his pants, glanced at the sugar gourd in Wang Yao's hand, and said with a smile, "Yo, I didn't talk for a long time, and I came back with a sugar gourd." ”

"This is a thank you gift from my uncle. Wang Yao smiled shyly and handed the sugar gourd to Zheng Jingjing.

Zheng Jingjing was stunned, pursed the corner of her mouth and took the sugar gourd, and didn't say thank you.

"Why do people thank you?" Mo Ke asked with a smile.

"I gave him a name for the kind of sugar gourd he just had. Wang Yao smiled: "It's called Xuelihong." ”

"Snow red?" Mo Ke was stunned, "Isn't that a vegetable?" ”

"Huh?" Wang Yao was stunned.

"It's a mutant variety of bracken in the north, which we call Xuelihong here, and the green leaves will turn purple-red in winter, so it's called Xuelihong. Zheng Jingjing licked two mouthfuls of candy and explained.

Mo Ke also took a bite and smiled, "You are too good at fooling, that old man is also kind, and he didn't pierce you." ”

Wang Yao suddenly blushed.

Ashamed of his ignorance.

However, Xuelihong does not necessarily refer to this vegetable, and it is also quite meaningful to describe this kind of sugar silk sugar gourd, which is red in the snow, and has a bit of the feeling of ancient Chinese poetry. Zheng Jingjing looked at Wang Yao's embarrassed little face and hooked the corners of her mouth to say it for him.

"Hey, hey, hey. Mo Ke smiled and patted Wang Yao's shoulder, "It's okay, anyway, there are sugar gourds to eat, don't care about these details." ”

"The old man also told me the origin of the rock sugar gourd. Wang Yao scratched his head.

"A monk in the Song Dynasty boiled rock candy for the fruit balls used by Niangniang to treat her illness. Mo Ke laughed.

"You know so much. Wang Yao looked at Mo Ke with great appreciation.

"It's that you don't have common sense. Mo Ke rolled his eyes.

Zheng Jingjing glanced at Wang Yao, who was choked and speechless, and couldn't help but be a little funny, sure enough, the wicked have their own wicked grinding.

usually just looks at Wang Yao and preaches her, but it can be regarded as his little best friend Mo Ke preaching Wang Yao.

The three of them walked out along the alley, there were gradually more people, and there were shops on both sides, Wang Yao looked curiously while walking, such a serious shopping, it was the first time in so many years.

Suddenly, a crisp and loud sound of bamboo boards and the coaxing of the crowd made Wang Yao raise his eyebrows.

"It's lively. Mo Kejiao laughed.

"Don't go, it's not good if you're targeted by pickpockets. Zheng Jingjing frowned and grabbed Mo Ke, who was going over to join in the fun.

Pickpockets, which means thieves, are a very common situation in the downtown streets, and they are not only ruined, but sometimes also very troublesome, because they are all gangsters.

"Isn't there Wang Yao? Mo Ke squinted and said indifferently.

"Huh?" Wang Yao, who was pricking up his ears and listening to the bamboo plank, turned his head suspiciously when he heard Mo Ke call his name.

"Have you ever seen a beggar asking for food?" Mo Ke asked with a smile.

Wang Yao nodded.

"Have you ever seen the beggar who scolded you in the street?" Mo Ke asked again.

Wang Yao shook his head, he had heard Mr. Jin Wensheng tell him about the mouths of those people in the past, but he really hadn't seen it with his own eyes.

"Do you want to see it? I guarantee that it is more exciting than the one who sold sugar gourds just now. Mo Ke said bewildermently.

Wang Yao hesitated, "Forget it, there are too many people." ”

"Are you cowardly?" Mo Ke raised his eyebrows slightly and snorted softly.

"I'm afraid of a lot of people. Wang Yao said shyly, "If you want to listen, let's go outside the crowd and listen to the fun." ”

Mo Ke wrinkled his nose.

"If you listen, we'll be outside, and if you don't, we'll continue shopping. Zheng Jingjing held Mo Ke's hand and smiled.

Mo Ke blinked his eyes wide, looked around, and with a light in his eyes, he pulled Wang Yao and Zheng Jingjing to the high platform of a shop opposite the crowd, where they could not only hear it, but also see it.

Wang Yao also likes to join in the fun, especially the beggars who can see the bamboo boards.

The crowd gathered in a circle, but there was a large open space in the center, and a beggar with ragged clothes and shabby fur on his head was in the center, holding a pair of allegro in his left and right hands, and a pair of porcelain bowls in half, called a cow hip bone.

The sound of the allegro blends with the sound of the cow's hip bone, which is particularly eye-catching.

The beggar spoke in some heavily accented Jinmen dialect and followed the rhythm and said playful jokes.

"Hit the bamboo board into the street, the street is easy to buy and sell,

There are also buying, there are selling, and there are also which guins and signboards,

Gold signboard, silver signboard, hanging inside and out, I haven't been here for the past two years,

I heard that the shopkeeper has made a fortune, if you are rich, I will be naked, and I will pass by and ask for a visit. The beggar sang to the door of the shop while beating the bamboo board, and the rhythm sounded very playful.