As soon as Yang Xin returned to the room, the Rubik's Cube mark on the back of her hand lit up, not only her Rubik's Cube mark lit up, but even the Rubik's Cube mark with her brother Yang Tong also lit up.

The two were taken to a lively street in ancient times by the white light, and their clothes became the costumes of ancient boys and girls.

Yang Tong looked at his sister and said strangely: "I don't know where this Rubik's Cube took us?" ”

Yang Xin responded nonchalantly: "It doesn't matter where it takes us, brother, let's go play!" ”

Yang Tong nodded, and ran on the street with Yang Xin, and the vendors next to him were also selling.

"Steamed buns, steamed buns that have just come out of the drawer!"

"Sugar gourd, delicious and cheap sugar gourd."

"Chaos, delicious and big and cheap Chaos."

……

Listening to the shouting, Yang Xin said with some greed: "Brother, I want to eat sugar gourd." ”

Yang Xin responded in embarrassment: "But we don't have any money!" ”

Yang Xin said in disbelief: "When Dad came back yesterday, one person gave us a hundred yuan, and my money was taken away by my mother, saying that I kept it, but my mother didn't take your money."

Yang Tong smiled bitterly: "Later, my mother came to my room and said that the house was about to be unable to open the pot, so I wanted to use this money to buy rice, and I gave it to my mother." Then when my mother came back after buying rice, she said that she only had ten yuan left. ”

Yang Xin snorted: "Mom knows how to deceive children!" ”

Who said no, but a hundred yuan can't be spent casually for Yang Tong!

Usually, whatever I want, my parents have bought it for myself and my sister, and it is not good if I spend it indiscriminately.

But Yang Xin urged: "Isn't there still ten yuan, you go and buy two strings of sugar gourds and come back, it will definitely be enough." ”

Yang Tong rolled his eyes, he already knew that his money could not be used in the world that the Rubik's Cube took him to, and the money was different.

Just like when we go abroad, we need to use dollars to go to the United States, we need pounds to go to England, and we need francs to go to France.

And people have to buy it with copper plates, and Yang Tong doesn't have copper plates.

When Yang Tong was about to say that his money couldn't be spent, Yang Xin had already run to the vendor who sold sugar gourds, with a saliva look on his face.

The peddler smiled and said, "Little friend, do you want to eat sugar gourds?" ”

Yang Xin nodded, and the vendor said, "Then you let your adults buy it!" ”

Yang Xin's eyes looked at Yang Tong, Yang Tong approached, and said with some embarrassment; "But uncle, we don't have any money!"

The peddler also showed a very embarrassed look on his face, and finally sighed and said, "That's it, a string of Tang Hu is not worth a few dollars, so I'll get you a bunch!" ”

Yang Xin clapped his hands happily and said, "Thank you, uncle!" ”

Yang Xin took the sugar gourd and said goodbye to the vendor, and the vendor scratched his head, a little strange what the bye brood meant.

But looking at the backs of the two leaving, the hawker sighed with emotion, which is really cute.

Yang Xin ate two sugar gourds and gave them to Yang Tong, before Yang Tong could be moved, Yang Xin wanted to eat buns again, Yang Tong felt that his head was too big.

The owner who sold the bun handed Yang Xin a bun and didn't ask for money, sure enough, cuteness is all-in-one no matter what world it is, especially children.

When Yang Xin was about to eat the steamed buns, a little beggar looked at the steamed buns in Yang Xin's hand and kept foaming.

Yang Xin hid the bun behind him, and the little beggar had to continue to squat in the corner, with a broken bowl in front of him, looking very pitiful.

Yang Xin sighed, then walked up to the little beggar, sent the bun to the little beggar, and said, "Give!" ”

The little beggar was a little surprised when he saw Yang Xin's actions, but he quickly took the bun and kept bowing and saying thank you.

When Yang Xin thought that the little beggar was going to eat the buns, the little beggar put the buns into the broken bowl, took the broken bowl, and left the place with the stick.

Yang Xin felt very curious, and Yang Tong asked, "Otherwise, let's go and have a look!" ”

Yang Xin snorted and said, "Maybe he has a sick old lady or grandfather at home!" ”

Yang Tong looked at Yang Xin, blinked his eyes and asked, "How do you know?" ”

Yang Xin replied: "It's all played like this on TV, and my mother often watches TV with such a plot." ”

Yang Tong didn't pay attention to this, he didn't expect his sister to even remember the TV plot, it's a bit excellent!

When they followed, they arrived at a remote place, where there was a ruined temple, Yang Tong and Yang Xin walked in, and watched the little beggar feeding an elderly beggar buns.

And this bun is the bun that Yang Xin just gave him, it turns out that he doesn't have an old lady or a grandfather in his family, but he has an older brother.

When the little beggar saw the arrival of Yang Tong and Yang Xin, he showed a look of surprise and joy.

said to the big beggar: "Brother, these are the two kind people who gave me the bun." ”

The big beggar said thank you weakly, and then stopped talking.

Yang Xin asked curiously, "What's wrong with your brother?" ”

The little beggar said with some sadness: "My brother was invited to write a poem for a high-ranking official, but the poem he wrote was not satisfactory to the high-ranking official, so his legs were broken. ”

When he said this, the little beggar was a little uncomfortable, and the big beggar's eyes also revealed a trace of unwillingness.

Yang Xin asked curiously, "So you are not beggars?" ”

The little beggar replied, "I was not a beggar before, but since my brother's leg was broken, he has no means of subsistence, so I have to go to the streets to beg." ”

Yang Xin continued to ask: "Then your brother can write poetry, that must be very powerful." ”

The little beggar said, "Of course, my brother was able to write poetry when he was five years old, and I heard that the village Xiucai even praised my brother as a prodigy. Later, no matter what someone else assigned me to ask my brother to write poetry, my brother was able to write it, which was amazing. ”

When he said this, the little beggar looked at his brother with a hint of admiration.

Yang Xin quietly asked Yang Tong, "Brother, who do you say is more powerful than Brother Luoluo?" ”

Yang Tong thought for a while and replied, "It should be that this person is powerful!" Brother Luo Luo can only memorize Tang and Song poems, but this person can write poems when he is five years old. He must be the best. ”

Yang Xin also thinks that this person is more powerful, because she doesn't like that Luo Luo brother very much, like a stuffy gourd, she doesn't talk much about life.

This person is more powerful than Brother Luo Luo, and the result is still like this, Yang Xin suddenly thought of what he would look like in the future, and suddenly cried out with a wow.

Yang Tong looked puzzled, what happened to Yang Xin?