The recording continues, but there is obviously no time to record the Final Four today.

Tang Ling took Tang Guo to the stall outside Beihu Satellite TV and bought roasted sweet potatoes.

In the winter, there are not many stalls outside, especially now that the New Year is approaching, and there are fewer and fewer people who come out to do business.

And the grandmother who sold roasted sweet potatoes that Tang Ling and the others met obviously didn't have a much better life.

"Grandma, my dad and I want to buy sweet potatoes." Tang Guo nested in Tang Ling's arms, his two hands shrunk into Tang Ling's arms and covered tightly, his little face was a little pale because he had just come out and the temperature difference was a little big, but when he smelled the aroma of roasted sweet potatoes, the little guy didn't care about the cold anymore.

"Okay, grandma picked a big one for you!" The grandmother who sells roasted sweet potatoes is wearing a thick cotton jacket and a blue coat wrapped in a blue coat, and her hair is a little messy, but the hands are very clean, just dry skin like tree bark, which looks a little scary.

My aunt looks like she is in her fifties and sixties, but her skin is old and looks like she is seventy or eighty years old.

The messy hair was only a few scattered black hair, and although the smile was kind, the traces of the years on his face became a little heavier.

"Grandma, why do you still sell things on such a cold day?" Tang Guo asked curiously.

The grandmother, who sells roasted sweet potatoes, is looking for sweet potatoes in the big stove with fire scissors, and laughs, "Begging for a living, grandma also wants to make money." ”

"But it's cold!" Tang Guo was a little sympathetic to this grandmother.

"Grandma is used to it, and she is not afraid of the cold, but children should wear more clothes and don't freeze, otherwise they will suffer!" The grandmother who sells roasted sweet potatoes admonished.

"Uh-huh." Tang Guo nodded.

However, she didn't get sick much, but I heard that she seemed to have had a lot of illnesses when she was a child, which made Su Yao particularly worried.

Since living with Tang Ling, Tang Guo has never even had a cold.

Not only that, but the body is getting healthier day by day, and I am full of vitality every day.

"Hey, these two are good, they're pretty big, come on, little guy, these two are for you, be careful of the burn!" The grandmother, who sells roasted sweet potatoes, wrapped a layer of paper and put it in a plastic bag with two tablespoons inside.

"Auntie, give you money." Tang Ling handed the ten yuan to the grandmother who sold roasted sweet potatoes.

The grandmother who sells roasted sweet potatoes shook her head, "Young man, can you scan this WeChat payment code?" Don't worry, I'm not a liar, this is my daughter's WeChat, my granddaughter is sick and needs surgery, but the bank won't let me transfer the money too little, my daughter they need medical expenses every day, I can't help anything, I can only sell sweet potatoes and solve a little difficulty for them. ”

The grandmother who sells roasted sweet potatoes said it very sincerely, even pleading.

"How much, you say?" Tang Ling didn't bother with this problem, since everyone said so, then pay it.

"Four pieces will do." The grandmother who sells roasted sweet potatoes is very happy.

Tang Ling was a little surprised and said, "The sweet potatoes you gave us are quite large, only two pieces each?" ”

"I don't need any cost, I can earn one by selling one, a lot, I can sell more than 100 yuan a day!" The grandmother who sells roasted sweet potatoes laughed.

Tang Ling looked at the old man's smile, he didn't know why, but he thought of Xiao Lao.

It's very simple, very innocent smile, but it makes people feel pity.

And they are precisely a group of people who do not need people's pity.

Tang Ling swept the WeChat payment code and gave a hundred yuan.

This is basically not money for him, but to the old man in front of him, it is a day's effort.

"Auntie, I'll turn it around for you." Tang Ling showed her phone to the grandmother who sold roasted sweet potatoes.

The grandmother, who sells roasted sweet potatoes, smiled and nodded, but when she saw the number of turns, her expression immediately changed.

"Young man, you made a mistake, it's four, not a hundred!"

Tang Ling smiled, "Just think of it as my donation to your granddaughter." ”

"I can't help it, it's too much, I, I don't have enough sweet potatoes for ......" The grandmother who sells roasted sweet potatoes was a little at a loss.

Tang Ling waved his hand, "Auntie, it's not much, by the way, how many sweet potatoes do you have?" ”

The grandmother who sold roasted sweet potatoes didn't know what Tang Ling was going to ask, "There are more than a hundred." ”

"Then you hurry up and bake it, I'll call someone to come and buy it." Tang Ling said.

"This ......" The grandmother who sells roasted sweet potatoes was stunned, and she didn't know what to say.

After a while, Tang Ling came out again with Tang Guo in his arms, but this time, many people came behind him.

"Auntie, hurry up and bake, there are a lot of roasted sweet potatoes in the table!" Tang Ling said with a smile.

"Auntie, how does the roasted sweet potato taste?"

"It's absolutely amazing to eat some roasted sweet potatoes this winter."

"Hey, if it weren't for Brother Tang calling us, we wouldn't have had a chance to go out for a walk during work hours, and we could still buy some food, it's a good deal!"

"Auntie, give me the biggest one!"

"You, I think you can carry forward the good character of Kong Rongrang Pear."

"Get out, who is short?"

Seeing so many people coming, the grandmother who sold roasted sweet potatoes was stunned, this cold winter, the cold wind blowing, but it made her heart hot, and her eyes were a little blurred.

"Thank you, thank you, thank you......" The grandmother who sells roasted sweet potatoes muttered to herself, not in a loud voice, but was heard by everyone present.

They don't know what kind of impact a sweet potato, a dollar, has on an old man, sometimes a takeaway is ten or twenty yuan, and they never blink a moment when they pay.

Even a dollar seen on the side of the road may not waste that energy and bend down to pick it up.

But for some people, money is really important, even if it's just a dollar.

Because money is life for them!

These people who came down to buy sweet potatoes were all sent down after Tang Ling told Liu Yu.

They didn't put too much pressure on the grandmother who sold roasted sweet potatoes, and they also gave the elderly enough dignity between helping.

Just like Tang Ling, he could have given tens of thousands of dollars, but he didn't do it.

Even if he knew that he would be grateful to him for doing so, it would make the old man grovel and feel that he owed him a favor for the rest of his life.

Tang Ling didn't want this, he felt that through the old man's own efforts, saving his granddaughter would make the old man happier than how much money he gave.

Help, not charity!

Tang Ling didn't want to be on top, he wanted to be like an ordinary person, and at the same time, he also hoped that Tang Guo could learn something to help others.

"Dad, that grandma is crying." Tang Guo was keenly aware of this scene.

"That's because my grandmother is very happy that she can treat her granddaughter through her own efforts."

"Guoguo, remember in the future, help is not charity."

(End of chapter)