There is a good hall in Tongjifang, which has adopted many homeless children, and during the New Year's festival or important days, it will also give porridge and food to help the poor people, so in the vicinity of Tongjifang, this charity hall is famous and everyone knows.

After Yang Ping'an arrived at Tongjifang, it was easy to ask the location of the good hall from the mouths of the people with dishes, and he came to the door of a slightly dilapidated but clean and tidy house.

The plaque at the head of the door is engraved with two big gold paint characters of "Good Hall", but the gold paint has fallen off most of it, the door is half open, unguarded, and the sound of children playing in the door comes from time to time.

It's this nameless church,

Walking up the steps and tapping twice on the heavy wooden door, Yang Ping'an asked, "Sheng'an Jushi is here." ”

In a few moments, two horned children ran out of the door, the younger one with bubbling snot under his nose,

"Sir, what are you looking for a layman?"

The gatekeepers were actually two children, which made Yang Ping'an a little surprised, and touched the heads of the two children, Yang Ping'an said: "Send a letter to Sheng'an for someone." ”

"Wait a minute." The older child replied, turned around and ran into the courtyard, while the younger child tilted his head, blinked his eyes a few times, and asked crisply, "Sir, do you have anything to eat?" ”

Belch...... The corners of his mouth twitched twice, and Yang Ping'an squatted down: "What, can't you eat enough here." ”

"I'm full of food, it's just that I'm greedy, and every time someone comes to find a layman, he will bring something delicious." The little child wiped away the bubbling snot with the back of his hand, and looked at Yang Ping'an pitifully,

Dude, you know you have to bring snacks here,

Most of the children adopted by Shantang have no father or mother or are abandoned by their parents and separated from their parents, with a pitiful background, looking at the pitiful appearance of children biting their fingers, Yang Ping'an looks left and right, and wants to find a shop that sells dim sum buns.

The boy seemed to hear his thoughts, and stretched out his hand and pointed not far away: "There is a dry goods store over there, and it sells candied fruits." ”

People are small and big,

Yang Ping'an chuckled, touched the child's head again, turned around and walked in the direction the child pointed, and after a while he came back, holding two paper bags in his hands, which were still steaming,

"Here you go, take it back and give it to the others."

The child just stretched out his head to look at it, but did not take the paper bag, and the next moment he grinned, and actually cried: "I want to eat candied fruit, I don't want to eat steamed buns." ”

"Don't cry, don't cry, you're still young, you can't eat too many sweet things, you will have tooth decay...... Uh, it's going to hurt toothache. ”

No matter how much he coaxed, the child could not stop, and at last he sat on the ground with his eyes covered and cried.

I'll go, what's the matter, fortunately, Shantang is relatively remote, otherwise it will be seen by others, and the buddies can't explain it clearly,

"Lin'er, you're making trouble again."

Just when Yang Ping'an was at a loss, a middle-aged woman's voice came from inside the door, gentle and a little stern, the child immediately stopped crying, got up from the ground, snatched the bun from Yang Ping'an's hand, made a grimace again, turned around and ran towards the door, there was no tear on his face,

Yang Ping'an was dumbfounded, but he also felt Shantang's love for children.

"Lin'er is young and likes to mess around, which makes the donor smile." A middle-aged nun opened the door and walked out, with a kind look on her face, giving people a sense of peace.

"It's okay, you're Sheng An."

"It's the poor nun, I don't know what the donor is looking for the poor nun."

"Miss Xie asked me to send you a letter." While speaking, Yang Ping'an took out the letter and handed it over,

There was a trace of waves in the middle-aged nun's calm eyes, but she concealed it well and was not discovered by Yang Ping'an.

"It turned out to be Xie Shizhu, donor, please come with me." She did not take the letter from Yang Ping'an's hand, but led the latter into the good hall, introduced the situation of the good hall, and accepted the greetings from the children laughing and playing in the courtyard from time to time.

It is estimated that there are nearly thirty children in the hospital who eat the meat buns bought by Yang Ping'an, although they are dressed very simply, but their faces are full of happy smiles, obviously their lives here are very happy, compared to those welfare homes and other relief institutions in later generations, it is much stronger.

The church was founded a hundred years ago, there is no source of income, a total of more than 1,000 children have been taken in and rescued, all by the donations of donors from all walks of life, which has made the church maintain to this day.

However, Yang Ping'an didn't have the heart to listen to this, he just wanted to hand over the letter to the other party as soon as possible and return to Xie Mansion to resume his life, but the more Sheng An Jushi talked, the more interested he became, and he actually invited him into a side room, let people serve a cup of tea, and chatted with him in detail.

The chatter was all about maintaining the survival of the good church and donating to other matters, and it was rambling and verbose, which made Yang Ping'an annoyed.

There are many charities like Shantang in later generations, and through the Internet and newspapers, Yang Ping'an still has a certain understanding, so he didn't bother to listen to the other party's detailed introduction.

After drinking three cups of tea, it was easy to find the conversation, and he took out the letter again, as well as all the silver taels on his body: "Listening to the master's teachings, I have benefited a lot in the next place, and there are still some scattered silver coins here, so I will donate them to the good hall, and please don't ask the master not to be too little." ”

Yang Ping'an handed Xie Aman's letter and the remaining seven taels of silver to the other party, not even a copper plate left.

"The son is really kind-hearted, I believe that there will be a good reward in the future, the poor nun is here, and the children in the hall have thanked the child." Sheng An Jushi did not refuse, just thanked him, and then took the letter and silver, wanting to send Yang Ping'an away.

At this moment, a little nun walked in and offered Yang Ping'an a cup of tea, Sheng An's monk saw this, his expression was slightly stunned, and he changed his words: "Please also ask the son to take a moment, take the poor nun to read the letter of the Lord Xie Shi, reply to the letter, and then ask the son to bring it back." ”

What the hell is this, I have to reply to you earlier,

Worried that it would be too boring for Yang Ping'an to stay alone in the wing, Sheng An Jushi said that there is still a great benevolent person in the good hall today, who can be recommended to Yang Ping'an.

Then she got up with the letter and left, leaving only the little nun to stay in the room with Yang Ping'an.

Yang Ping'an, who was bored, looked around in the wing, and finally fixed his eyes on the little nun: "Little master, have you and I met somewhere." ”

It's not that he wants to soak other people's little nuns, but he does feel that this little nun is a little familiar.

The little nun's face turned red and she took two steps back, bowed her head and said, "Please also ask the donor to respect herself, the poor nun has been following the family teacher here since she can remember, taking care of those poor children." ”

"Really." Yang Ping'an always felt that he had seen each other before, but he couldn't remember where he had seen each other, especially most of the nuns on the other side, which made it even more difficult for him to remember.

"Donor, the poor nun still has homework to complete, please donor take care of himself." The little nun seemed to be panicked by him, and hurriedly left the room as if fleeing.

The voice...... I don't have any impressions.

Just when Yang Ping'an was pondering why the little nun was so familiar, a hearty laugh came from outside the door: "Hahaha, I really can't imagine that this son is here today, and it is really rare to meet someone who is as kind as this son." ”

A rich boy with a handsome face like a beautiful woman walked in with a folding fan, and after glancing at Yang Ping'an, the two said in unison: "It's you." ”

The rich boy is none other than Yang Ping'an, who is the son of an official eunuch on the way to the Eastern Capital.

"Young Master Yang."

"Brother Yang."

What a coincidence,

For Yang Cao, the son of an official eunuch, Yang Ping'an has no bad feelings, and being pulled by Yang Cao to chat is also a time to kill time.

Yang Cao was enthusiastic, and asked him in detail about his actions after coming to Luoyang, and learned that he was currently working as a guard in Xie Mansion, and couldn't help but feel a little regretful.

"Brother Yang, when he said that he was thirsty for talent, he hoped that Brother Yang could restrain his subordinates for him, but he was politely rejected by Brother Yang, but now Yang Xiong went to Na Xie Mansion to be an ordinary guard, is this a bit of a heavy color and light friend, or is it that Brother Yang is like that layman, just to see Xie Yang Ermei's beautiful face, he is committed to the Xie family."

"Yang Gongzi laughed, I was also forced to be a guard, not a long-term solution."

Feeling that Yang Ping'an didn't want to say more, Yang Cao didn't force it, and laughed: "Even so, it's inconvenient to force it down, but in this Luoyang City, if Brother Yang encounters any trouble, you can come to me. ”

The conversation with Yang Cao was just a superficial taste, and after a while, Sheng An Jushi wrote a reply letter and handed it over to Yang Ping'an to bring back to Xie Aman.

After he left, the little nun quietly appeared beside Yang Cao and said in a low voice, "Childe, he seems to have recognized me just now." ”

"Ting'er, it's because you're too careful, you are dressed like this, even my son is a little unrecognizable, he just looks at you familiar at most, it's okay." Speaking of this, Yang Cao gently swung the folding fan and turned to the Sheng An monk on the other side, "How." ”

Sheng An Jushi bowed slightly: "This person's surname is still good, if it is really as Aman said, Yunwen Yunwu, he can be regarded as a talent." ”

"Hehe, he's just a 'backward calculation' in your mouth, Mrs. Shi, your vision is too high."

Sheng An Jushi was stunned for a moment, looked at the direction of Yang Ping'an's disappearance again, and said tentatively: "Childe said today, it seems that he is in a good mood, but there is a very happy event. ”

"Isn't it a happy event to meet him?" Before the words fell, Yang Cao retracted the folding fan and raised his hand to Yang Ping'an's disappearing back......

Yang Ping'an successfully sent Xie Aman's letter to Sheng'an Jushi, and brought back a reply letter from the latter and handed it to Xie Aman.

Xie Aman did not rush to open the letter to read it, but carefully inquired about everything that happened after Yang Ping'an arrived at the Nameless Shan Hall, as well as the attitude of Sheng An, which made Yang Ping'an arrive again in surprise.

But it was his surprise that made him ignore the look of surprise on Xie Aman's face when he heard that he saw Yang Cao in the Shantang,

After confirming with Yang Ping'an, after the Mid-Autumn Festival night would take him into the palace, he asked him to retreat, Xie Aman hurriedly opened the envelope, carefully studied the content in his heart, his face gradually became solemn, and the surprise in his eyes could hardly be concealed.

After studying it three times in a row, she ordered someone to recruit Feng Sanniang, and handed over the letter casually: "Sanniang, take a look." ”

"This is, the Lord's own letter." Feng Sanniang recognized the handwriting of the Lord of Heavenly Strategy, and she recognized it at a glance, but when she read the entire letter, she suddenly gasped: "My lord, where did Yang An come from." ”