After Wei Bao got up, he went to Liu Chunshi and Luo San to see if the registration was done.

Liu Chunshi's house is still surrounded by a large number of people, and the scene is so lively, like a fair.

It turns out that many people refuse to leave after registration, they are all rural households, this cold day, there is nothing to do, and finally there is one thing to get everyone together, and they are naturally happy.

Wei Bao came over, and everyone put their hands in each other's cuffs and stepped forward to talk to Wei Bao.

"Xiaobao, a great talent."

"Xiaobao, grow up."

"Good boy. I have the ability. ”

"Really give the villagers in Jinshan a long face, I said that Xiaobao will have a future in the future."

For these good words, although the ears that have listened to them are a little calloused, however, Wei Bao still feels very useful, good words are always not enough, happy to accept the compliments of everyone at the same time, but also humble, saying that it is just luck, talent does not dare to be, this is not a kind of such words.

Wherever Wei Bao goes, everyone automatically gives way.

Luo Sanzi and Liu Chunshi's small thatched hut was smaller than Wei Bao's house, and the standing was full of people, Wei Bao stretched his head in and asked, "Brother Chunshi, Brother Sanzhuzi, hasn't you finished recording yet?" How many steamed buns will you have to give? Did you figure it out? ”

Liu Chunshi was making records, Luo San was stunned and Wei's father was talking to the villagers, and when they saw Wei Bao coming, everyone stopped.

"It's over soon, and now it's 355 steamed buns. It is estimated that there are more than a dozen, and there will be no more than 370 steamed buns. Luo San replied stunned.

Wei Bao sighed, "Then I'll ask my mother to make a little more steamed buns, and I'll go." ”

"After another stick of incense, everyone will go over to get steamed buns, is it too late?" Father Wei asked.

"Two sticks of incense." Wei Bao smiled, knowing that the time of one stick of incense is about a quarter of an hour in modern times, and two sticks of incense is half an hour.

Father Wei nodded.

Everyone thanked Wei Bao again, and the people present were all already registered, and the people who would wait to receive the steamed buns were naturally grateful to the Wei family.

People are the same, before the benefits are not received, they are all grateful mentality, similar to the mentality of people who borrow money and owe money, once they have eaten the benefits, few people remember to be grateful.

Wei Bao's mentality is still relatively sunny, he understands these truths, but within the scope of his own conditions, he is willing to help others if he can, even if there is no return.

If people have the mentality of giving kindness and repaying it before giving love, there will be no meaning in giving kindness, and they can only find themselves unhappy.

In this world, there are too many people and things that fight Mien and take revenge.

Wei Bao returned home and told Huang Ying that he needed 370 steamed buns.

"Ah, it takes so much? Didn't you say that you have a relationship with our family, two steamed buns per family, one steamed bun per family? Why are there so many? Wei Muqi said.

"I don't know how they count, there are more than 200 abnormal households, and there are more than 200 steamed buns here, and if you have a good relationship with our family, there will be another seventy or eighty families, won't there be 370 steamed buns?" Wei Bao laughed.

"Seventy or eighty have a good relationship with our family? When we couldn't open the pot, we didn't see anyone ask. Wei Mu complained, and then asked: "Then why don't I steam some more steamed buns, make up four hundred, and I'll have four catties of noodles, this steamed bun has to be made smaller!" ”

A black line swept through Wei Bao's head, looking at the pocket-sized and cute steamed buns, and said in his heart that he wanted to be smaller? That's not a steamed bun, it's an eraser, right?

"By the way, Wei Bao, you say, if Captain A and Li Zheng don't come to register, should we send them some steamed buns?" Wei Mu suddenly remembered something.

Wei Bao secretly thought that Wei's mother was really very brainy and thoughtful, and he also guessed that those rich local families with family backgrounds would not come to register, "Don't send it, I said it yesterday, there are those who come to register, and those who don't register don't have it, and we don't owe them!" Besides, people don't look down on your two little steamed buns. ”

Wei Mu frowned, didn't speak, and said after a while: "I want to send it, I'm afraid that it will be like what you said, I'm afraid that people won't look down on it, and I can't afford to make a few more big ones." ”

"It's fine." Wei Bao was reassured. He has Wei Bao's original memory, and the relationship between the characters here can be sorted out, they are ordinary farmers, who rely on the sky and the earth to eat, even if these local lands want to give them small shoes to wear, they are not afraid.

Seeing that Wei Bao had made up her mind, Wei Mu was no longer entangled.

When the steamed buns were steamed, the army of steamed buns came over, and the time was just right.

Wei Bao took the list from Liu Chunshi's hand, and a yellowed piece of straw paper was densely covered with people's names.

"Brother Chunshi, you can read it." Wei Bao said to Liu Chunshi, and returned the list to Liu Chunshi, "I'll hand out steamed buns." ”

"Okay." Liu Chunshi is also not polite, he finally has a chance to show his face in front of his neighbors, although he was admitted to Tongsheng, but Tongsheng is indeed worthless, and he is the only one left in the family, and he also belongs to the freak zero household, and most of the freak zero households are looked down upon.

"Fan Lao pimple's house, two steamed buns. Wang Zhihui's house, two steamed buns, Cheng is blind, one steamed bun ......" Liu Chunshi read loudly.

Wei Bao followed Liu Chunshi's report and began to distribute steamed buns, Fan Xiaolin's family was Fan Xiaolin to receive the steamed buns, and Wang Zhihui's family was Wang Zhihui's wife to receive the steamed buns, and then everyone came over one by one according to the names they read.

Those who received the steamed buns said thank you, and the order was orderly.

Cheng Blind is a fortune teller in the village who begs for food, a lonely old man, who can have a fortune teller to tell his fortune, and if he doesn't open for many days, he will beg for food.

Father Wei was talking to everyone next to him, his face was full of red light, but he was proud.

The speed of the steamed buns is very fast, less than a stick of incense, 368 steamed buns have been distributed, almost all the people who come to receive the steamed buns are hungry and crazy people, one by one they can't care about burning their mouths at that time, and they stuff the steamed buns into their mouths when they get them.

Luo San was stunned and calculated very accurately, and sure enough, there were less than 370 steamed buns.

After eating the steamed buns, everyone still refused to leave, so they chatted at the door of Wei Bao's house, saying good things about the Wei family, and praising Wei Bao's ability and sensibility.

Don't look at the steamed buns made by Wei's mother, they are not big, but they are all solid, they will not ferment at this time, and two steamed buns can support hunger.

After eating steamed buns one by one, my spirit was refreshed.

In this cold day, Wei Bao also admires the frost resistance of the northerners, the poor are all thinly dressed, it seems that their bones and skins are different from modern ordinary people?

Father Wei came in and asked Mother Wei, is it finished?

Wei Mu said: "There are still thirty left, and just four hundred have been made, what's wrong?" ”

"Zheng Jinfa, the first captain of this armor, and Zhao Lizheng's family, send some over." Father Wei said.

Wei Mu nodded and said, "I told Wei Bao about this just now, Wei Bao said don't send it, you can send it if you want to, how much will you take?" ”

"What does he know as a child? If we don't give it to Zheng Jinfa, he will definitely come to find trouble, and he will not miss a few steamed buns. Chief A's family will send four, Lizheng's family will send eight, and I will let Wei Bao accompany me to send it. Father Wei said.

"Okay, but my steamed bun is so small, do you want to make a few more big ones for them?" Wei Mu looked at the remaining steamed buns in the pot and asked.

"It's not small, that's it, this year, it's the New Year to eat steamed buns, whose steamed buns aren't so big?" Father Wei touched his beard.

"Okay, then you can call Wei Bao." Wei Mu smiled.

Father Wei called Wei Bao into the house, Wei Bao first stuffed a steamed bun into his mouth, and then put a broad bean left from yesterday into his mouth, and the bite in his mouth rattled, and asked, "Do you really want to give it to Zheng Zhongfei's family?" Zheng Zhongfei and Li Zheng's daughter, I invited them to the restaurant yesterday. Their meal money is counted as steamed buns, which can buy a basket. ”

"It's not bad for these steamed buns." Father Wei vetoed Wei Bao's words, "Don't you know that Zheng Jinfa is a well-known old picker?" If we don't send steamed buns, he will definitely have to pick our gifts. ”

Wei Bao saw that Wei Dakang had made up his mind, and he didn't say anything anymore, wasn't it just a matter of running and a few steamed buns?

The Ming Dynasty attaches the most importance to etiquette, and there is no need to disobey the will of parents for such a trivial matter.

The idea of loyalty and filial piety is not nonsense, from the emperor more than 100 years ago set up a sign, no one dared to enter the Qin Emperor into the sea to seek immortals, it can be seen that the emperor's words are holy decrees, bigger than the sky.

At the end of the Ming Dynasty, the imperial power failed and lost its role, not because the officials and the common people were disobedient and did not respect the emperor and the court.

It's the financial collapse, the internal collapse itself, these are two concepts.

There are too many holes, the ship is about to sink, the emperor still wants to kill whoever he wants to kill the people under the imperial power, as long as the emperor does not die, the people under the imperial power will always be the vast majority.

There are too many corrupt officials and squires who stay out of the matter, there are too many local tyrants and squires, the imperial power cannot be screened and controlled, and the people who have the heart to make up the holes are unable to return to the sky, they are a minority, but they have never lacked companions, and they have all been swept into the holes and buried at the bottom of the sea.

In the end, it was the emperor's inability to control the ship of the Ming Dynasty, not that the ship of the Ming Dynasty did not belong to the emperor.

It cannot be said that a certain number of people, or a certain group of people, have misled the country, but history is created by all people, and it is the product of the entanglement of various factors, and it can be easily changed by impersonal forces.

The father and son went out to deliver steamed buns to Jiachang and Li Zheng's family, Luo San was stunned and Liu Chunshi, and Fan Datou also went with Wei Dakang.