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The old man gritted his teeth, and the green tendons on his forehead jumped and said: "Forget it, if you lose your money, you will lose it to the end, how about a dollar? For a dollar, I will sell you this secret book of cultivating immortals that can kill demons and eliminate demons and live forever, how about it?"

What can you buy for a dollar now? A bottle of soda costs two or three yuan, and a piece of chewing gum costs five yuan a piece.

The boy was a little hesitant when he heard this, and couldn't help but look at the bronzing book in the old man's hand, the binding was extremely simple, the paper was even rougher, and the quality was similar to the ten-dollar brick novel on the street, but it was too thin, only a few thin pages, and the cover was painted with a person sitting cross-legged, closing his eyes and concentrating, it seemed that he wanted to pretend to be profound, but the painting was too rough, it didn't look like a person but like a snake, and there were some dense tadpole texts on the side, like a child's clumsy pen scratched out, a dollar was really not much, the boy was a little moved, but when he saw that the cover was so bad, he immediately shook his head, firmly said: "Don't buy it!"

The old man's face turned hideous, and he saw that there were parents leading their children behind him, and in the distance, there was a street sweeper pushing a cart and a broom sneezing while walking, cursing the overload of work brought by the heavy snow, the old man clenched his fists tightly, and made great determination, grabbed a piece of sweet potato from the round stove and said: "How about a book and a piece of sweet potato, a dollar? If you miss this kind of great opportunity, you can buy it or not!"

The young man was stunned, and then almost did not hesitate, and quickly turned out all the money in the shoulder pocket he had just protected, and the wrinkled handful of tickets, put together, it was only nine cents, the young man looked at the sweet potato pitifully, and then shook his head and turned to leave, it can be seen that the young man at this time wants to buy it out of ten, but he still can't afford it after all.

The corners of the old man's mouth couldn't help twitching, and he hurriedly called the young man back, snatched the nine cents from the young man's hand, stuffed the sweet potato and the "Golden Swallowing Dafa" to the young man, and waved his hand again and again angrily: "Get out, get out, your father and mother are so embarrassed, tell you to go out with nine cents, and you won't starve to death in school at noon?"

The young man's cold red little hand held the hot sweet potato, an ugly face full of smiles, bowed to the old man and thanked him, and ran away with the sweet potato, causing the old man to chase out of the city for hundreds of meters, and then stuffed the "Gold Swallowing Dafa" that fell on the ground when the young man held the sweet potato to the young man, and then he walked back breathlessly, scolding and scolding while walking, the old man at this time looked like an old hooligan in the market, how could he have a little simple appearance?

The young man rolled the hot sweet potatoes with a thin "Gold Swallowing Dafa" of only a dozen pages, and ate while walking, eating his mouth full of yellow flesh, eyebrows and smiles, his family is poor such a sweet thing, it seems that he has not eaten it for a long time, this young man did not pay attention at all, the pictures and tadpole-like words on the "Gold Swallowing Dafa" are slowly becoming thin, gradually integrated into his hands, the meat, the most disappeared after the most, and became the most ordinary and cheapest straw paper completely......

Behind the old man, a man full of tattoos appeared, the man was very thin in the snow, a shabby vest, an old leather coat outside, a pair of jeans with holes everywhere, full of Liu Ding's belt and leather shoes, a trolley case behind him, a messy long hair hanging down his shoulders, a thin face with a pair of dead eyes, plus a sighing beard stubble, it looked like he had just made a long train journey. It was a waste to not have a broken guitar on your back.

"I bet that little guy has five dollars in his socks!

The old man seemed to be shocked by the words of the tattooed man, turned his head and saw the tattooed man, and then patted his chest and said: "Erlang, I have said a long time ago, don't stand quietly behind others, you and I have a bad heart, maybe I will be scared to death by you one day." ”

"Do you want me to help you snatch the money back from his socks?" The tattooed man asked as he looked at the young man's back seriously, obviously not joking, but would really step forward to grab the five yuan hidden in the socks of a primary school student.

"Forget it, forget it, these days the avenue is like shit, there are too few rare people, the great supreme cause in front of you is not as tempting as a piece of sweet potato, I think before Zhu Xiaozi became the emperor, how hot was our business in this avenue? Where is it so depressed now?" The old man's triangular eyes were full of remembrance, as if he had personally experienced such a long time ago.

"Since it's all a loss-making deal anyway, wouldn't it be over if you just slapped the book into his body? Why do you go to such a length?" the tattooed man known as Erlang asked knowingly.

The old man put his hands into the sleeve tube, wiped his red nose with his blackened yellow sleeve, and then grabbed the inferior hand-rolled cigarette that had just been extinguished after two puffs at the stall, touched his body but couldn't find the lighter, Erlang's fingers twisted lightly, and a bean flame came out of his fingers, the old man lit the cigarette with both hands on the fire, took a deep breath, coughed a few times and sighed: " Since it is a sale, there is a purchase and a sale, cause and effect is the most mysterious, now you don't understand this, the older you get, the more afraid of cause and effect, how do you say that? Bodhisattvas are afraid of causes, mortals are afraid of fruits, one buy and sell without any cause and effect, it is good for everyone. ”

"What kind of cause and effect, you have been peddling the avenue for hundreds of years, and I haven't seen you get rich, let alone any benefits you get, what use do you say you have to sell this avenue?"

The old man didn't say anything, just smiled, but the smile was a little bitter and reluctant.

"By the way, why are you coming to me? our father and son should never see each other!" the old man suddenly turned his head to look at the tattooed man.

The tattooed man pursed his lips and said, "We just finished drinking last week, and now we will never see each other and don't want to pay back the wine money owed to me?"

The old man smiled and said, "Isn't it a matter of course for you to honor Lao Tzu?"

"Worried, I don't have any money, this time I took the bus here to spend the only few hundred yuan, I thought I would be able to eat a good meal when I saw you, but now it seems that I only have to eat sweet potatoes!"

"What's wrong with sweet potatoes, my favorite is sweet potatoes! The old man patted the sweet potato stove and said proudly.

"Pull it down, a few of us have been eating sweet potatoes every day since we were children, and now I have to spit out sour water when I hear the word sweet potatoes, I remember when I was a child, the third child ate too many sweet potatoes and couldn't pull out the, or I poked it out with a stick......"

"Ahh

"Don't you want to listen, the three of us farts wherever we go from snacks to sweet potatoes, stomach distension and acid reflux and sour water, these are all your faults!"

As he spoke, the tattooed man pinched the half-smoked cigarette from the old man's mouth, put it in his mouth, and sucked the cigarette in one puff, the flame of the cigarette butt instantly brightened and blazing, and after a while, half of the cigarette turned into ashes and fell, leaving only the small half of the cigarette on the fingertips of the tattooed man.

After three minutes, the tattooed man slowly exhaled a long smoke, like a stick placed horizontally on the tattooed man's lips, and then the wind rolled up, and the stick dissipated into billowing smoke and suddenly disappeared.

"That guy went into the sixth division of the business. ”

"That?"

"The one who can't make a, the third one!"

After the old man lost his mind for a moment, he smiled honestly and said, "This kid is getting more and more promising, let him!"

"I guess the first thing he's going to do is to get you, run!" the tattooed man finished and pulled his suitcase and turned to leave, he took a bus for four or five hours, and came to pass on this sentence.

The old man stood alone on the street, his hands in his cuffs, a pair of triangular eyes looking at his second son who was far away in the snow, laughing at himself after a while, showing a touch of bitterness on his face, and muttering in his mouth: "Cause and effect, cause and effect!" The old man was afraid of the fruit, but he planted causes everywhere, tsk, old and evil consequences are everywhere!"

As he spoke, the old man took out the stack of books from under the cart, slapped it casually, and the stack of brand-new books instantly turned into papyrus, and all the words and graphics on it disappeared.

Then the old man picked a sweet potato from the round furnace, held it in both hands, and ate it as he walked, getting farther and farther away from the cart, and soon disappeared into the snow, and a gust of wind blew, and the cart fell apart......

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If you don't collect it, you will have a bad smile on your tickets, and you will eat sweet potatoes tomorrow!