"Don't dislike me for being annoying, I've come here to have good news for you." Ye Hanyue looked at the little beggar in embarrassment: "But since you don't like me so much, then forget it." ”

Ye Hanyue had the intention of playing tricks on the little beggar, so she turned around and was about to leave.

But he was grabbed by the sleeve by the little beggar.

She turned her head to look. Sure enough, I saw the pitiful little eyes of the little beggar looking at her.

Ye Hanyue couldn't help laughing, if she only mentioned good things in front of the little beggar before, she would bring a lot of delicious food to the little beggar.

This time, the little beggar must have thought so.

Ye Hanyue intended to go to this folk to relieve the poor people and these folk beggars after buying a large amount of grain.

Ye Hanyue is the author. She knows the world very well, the nobles here can be described as rich with oil on their faces, while the people are poor and have not eaten the next meal.

Ye Hanyue couldn't help but blame herself a little, but she knew that the novel she wrote would become true, how could she write the people so pitifully, she would definitely not say so many bad people's characters, she wanted to write everyone in this world as good people, and then live together peacefully.

But it has already happened, and even regret will not help.

Ye Hanyue finally stopped teasing the little beggar, she sat next to the little beggar and said, "Didn't you say that you have many like-minded friends? They are just as underfed and clothed as you are. ”

Seeing the little beggar nodding, Ye Hanyue became interested, and the little beggar who leaned closer in an instant got closer, "Tomorrow, you gather your little brothers to go to the west of the city to wait, and I will give you porridge." ”

After hearing this, the little beggar blinked, probably not expecting Ye Hanyue to be so generous, he probed and asked, "It's strange, how can you be so generous?" ”

Ye Hanyue knew what the little beggar would say next, and she immediately glared angrily: "Hurry up and stop, otherwise you won't want to get any delicious food from me in the future." ”

Sure enough, after hearing Ye Hanyue's threat, the little beggar obediently kept silent.

He looked at Ye Hanyue cautiously, afraid that the next moment he would hear that Ye Hanyue would no longer make porridge.

Ye Hanyue also seemed to understand the little beggar's thoughts, and she smiled: "Since I said it, I won't go back on my word." ”

There is also righteousness among beggars, and Ye Hanyue is very clear about these.

It's just that it's different from ordinary people's righteousness.

They can't eat enough, so how can they think of the word righteousness when they have food?

Their so-called righteousness is to be able to give the rest to those good brothers when they are full.

Now that she has made a plan, Ye Hanyue will not procrastinate, and she will let people deal with this matter after she goes back. Buy as much food as possible for the three princes who have not had time to buy.

Although she didn't have enough silver, she could buy some.

Ye Hanyue sighed, watching the silver tickets in her pockets getting fewer and fewer, and her pockets becoming more and more flat, feeling a little distressed.

After all, it's hard-earned silver, so there's nothing left, and it's false to say that it's not distressing.

But for the grain she bought, it was not enough to delay until the time of the rebellion of the third prince.

Ye Hanyue could only find another way to earn silver taels.

She continued to paint, and each time the silver taels she sold were used to buy food.

Ye Hanyue's porridge outside the city was really praised by the people.

But when people asked her name, no one knew.

Ye Hanyue did good deeds without leaving a name this time, not for the so-called feelings of the Virgin. But if others know who is helping these poor people to make porridge, it will definitely cause unnecessary trouble.

And Ye Hanyue's reputation is spreading far and wide, although others don't know her name, they all keep calling her a living bodhisattva.

Ye Hanyue is very helpless about this title, but she is helpless, and it is difficult to reconcile after all.

Ye Hanyue, the title of the living Bodhisattva, was finally introduced to the capital, and many kings and grandsons couldn't help but be surprised when they heard about it, and they all speculated in their hearts about who had such a big hand and could spend so much gold porridge to do good. You know, this is not something that ordinary people can be ruthless.

However, Huangfu Hongxuan likes to dress up as a gentleman and mingle in the capital, and he likes to listen to the jokes that Mr. Storyteller said.

But today, I came here suddenly, but I heard that what Mr. Storyteller said was no longer a story in a drama, nor was it a nonsense thing made up on weekdays.

What he talked about this time was exactly what everyone was talking about after tea and dinner in the past few days, about Ye Hanyue's porridge and doing good deeds outside the city.

He also didn't know Ye Hanyue's true name, but he only knew that everyone else called her a living bodhisattva.

The storyteller slapped the board and said in a very dramatic voice, "But he said that today the living Bodhisattva is doing good deeds outside the city, although he is a man, but if you look at him, you will find that his appearance is extremely delicate, if it is a woman, she will definitely have the posture of a city, and his temperament is also extremely soft......"

What Mr. Storyteller said this time sounded to Huangfu Hongxuan, but it was boring and tight.

But strange things are that the number of people who come to hear about it today is much greater than usual.

This made him interested in the so-called living bodhisattvas who made porridge and did good deeds outside the city.

I saw that the corners of Huangfu Hongxuan's lips were hooked, and he was about to continue listening, but he saw the storyteller slap the board and said again: "If you want to know what will happen next, please listen to the next decomposition." ”

Because there is nothing to talk about the good deeds of this porridge, Mr. Storyteller only talked about it according to the curiosity of the people.

Most of the people who came to hear the story were the children of eunuchs in the city, and they did not have the consent of their families, so naturally they did not have the ability to go outside the city to see for themselves.

They could only listen to the storyteller when they had nothing to do, so as to ease their curiosity.

Seeing that everyone was still unsatisfied, Huangfu Hongxuan's curiosity was completely aroused, and he followed the storyteller, but when the storyteller walked into a deserted alley, he choked the storyteller's neck: "Tell me the book you haven't finished talking about, be specific." ”

Huangfu Hongxuan deliberately lowered his voice, if he really let him kill this storyteller, he would be a little reluctant, after all, he had heard that Mr. storyteller had been here for a long time.

So, he spoke again: "If you can say something specific, this ingot of gold is yours." Huangfu Hongxuan took out the gold from his sleeve with his other hand and placed it in front of the storyteller, and he continued: "You can't say it, you should know the consequences." As he spoke, Huangfu Hongxuan tightened his hand on the storyteller's neck.

Compared with the two, I am afraid that anyone will choose the first one, but just by saying a few words, they can save their lives and make a fortune.

The storyteller's eyes lit up, what they said was just some small business, and they would also have enough money to support their families, but they still had to do some other work.

Otherwise, it will not be enough to feed a large family.

Seeing this golden yuan ingot shining in the sun, how could he not be moved.

The storyteller nodded excitedly and kept nodding, "Okay, okay, I said, I said." You have to keep your promises. ”

Huangfu Hongxuan let go, signaling the storyteller to speak up boldly.

I heard the storyteller talk eloquently.

"Actually, today I'm just thinking about the living bodhisattvas outside the city to help the world and save people."

Huangfu Hongxuan frowned, and he asked puzzledly, "Is he a man or a woman the living bodhisattva you are talking about?" If it is a man, why should he be commensurate with such a girlish title as a living bodhisattva? ”

This is also the storyteller's curiosity, he just heard that the so-called living Bodhisattva is a young boy, but he didn't expect to have such a kind heart, and his appearance is also extremely feminine, so he is called a living Bodhisattva.

The storyteller said truthfully.

This made Huangfu Hongxuan's curiosity even greater, and he now desperately wanted to see who this living bodhisattva was.

After all, it is nothing for an ordinary big family to do such a good deed once, but it is a big deal to do such a good deed in the future.

Because even if you have this heart, you don't have this idle wealth.

When he learned where the so-called living bodhisattva was, Huangfu Hongxuan hurried to the outside of the city.

Sometimes, even if you don't have any curiosity, you want to see what is going on because you follow the curiosity of others.

And Huangfu Hongxuan is like this.

Huangfu Hongxuan was about to arrive at the place where Ye Hanyue was, and he saw that the son who looked like a white-faced scholar was personally serving porridge for those called Huazi, and Huangfu Hongxuan was very curious.

Because he had never known that there was such a number one person in the capital, it seemed that it was unexpected.

Huangfu Hongxuan was curious about this person, and secretly thought about what to do next.

And Ye Hanyue, who was pretending to be a man and giving porridge and kindness, did not realize that she had been determined by others at this time. Still smiling with porridge on his face.

The little beggar before was grateful to Ye Hanyue, and even looked at Ye Hanyue with a slightly different look than before.

In the end, he also brought his legendary best friend to help Ye Hanyue.

Although Huangfu Hongxuan was far away, he still saw all this in his eyes, and he was amazed by this magical scene.

These beggars have always been reluctant to pay attention to the wealthy families.

Even if some large families like to accumulate virtue, they are still forgotten after a while. The paupers and beggars said goodbye and ignored them.

And today, there are beggars who take the initiative to help.

While feeling surprised, Huangfu Hongxuan also noticed that Ye Hanyue would definitely not be the son of a eunuch, Xu was one of those merchants who had earned a lot of silver taels.

Although he has wealth, he has no rights at all.