Yang Xiaoyang thought that the old man was selling pears to the young man, but he really couldn't imagine the old man buying and selling, until the young man had a disgusted expression and took dozens of copper coins from the old man before he felt wrong.

Yang Xiaoyang wanted to step forward and ask but was stopped by Jingyuan, Jingyuan smiled and said: "Don't worry, don't worry, and it's not too late to follow the poor monk to see what is going on and then make a decision." ”

Yang Xiaoyang looked at Jingyuan's smile, obviously with the same expression as usual, but he felt lifeless.

The two of them, because of their somewhat conspicuous clothing, could only follow the young man from a distance, until they reached a small house in the corner of the city.

There was no sign outside the house, and he could only vaguely hear a noise coming from inside, but Yang Xiaoyang had a number in his heart, "Most of this place is a gambling house, I have seen it in Shuzhong, but it is much more than here." Shall we go in?"

Jingyuan's smile was even better, but it gave Yang Xiaoyang a feeling that he wanted to eat people, "Since it's a gambling house, that person won't come out for a while, we might as well go to the old man first and ask about the situation." ”

The old man was still pushing a cart to sell pears, and he had just sent off a neighbor who had bought pears, smiling.

Yang Xiaoyang came to the side of the car and saw that the pears were full and very large, and it was estimated that one of them had to weigh half a catty.

"Old man, how do you sell this pear?"

The old man put the three pennies into his arms and said with a smile: "Xiaodao chief, our pears are freshly picked, and the juice is rich and sweet, two pennies a penny." ”

Yang Xiaoyang didn't know why such a good pear was so cheap, and if such a pear was placed in Shu, it would have to be sold for at least five yuan.

However, he saw the seductive appearance of the pear, forgot about the business for a while, and decided to taste it for Xiao Di first.

took out a string of money from his arms and handed it to the old man, and he couldn't wait to pick one up from the car and put it in his mouth to nibble.

One bite is full of fragrance, the juice is cross-flowing, and it is indeed sweet and delicious.

The old man was counting how many texts there were in a string, and when he saw Yang Xiaoyang's way of eating, he immediately shouted: "Oh, Xiaodao Chief, this pear has to be steamed to eat, it's so wasteful." ”

When Yang Xiaoyang heard this novel way of eating, he became interested, and actually gave Jingyuan the pear he had bitten in his hand, and begged the old man to steam one for him to eat.

The old man couldn't stand it and led Yang Xiaoyang home.

Jingyuan was a little overwhelmed for a moment with a bite of the pear in his hand, and only after taking a bite did he smile and follow.

The old man's house was a little shabby, and when he led people into the door, he was a little embarrassed to look at the neat clothes of the two.

Yang Xiaoyang couldn't care about this, and urged the old man to hurry up and steam the pears.

He saw the old man add a scoop of water to the pot, add a handful of icing sugar to the water, wash the two pears and put them in a bowl, cover them, and steam them together with the bowl.

Yang Xiaoyang saw that the steps were simple, secretly wrote them down, and took out a tael of silver from his arms: "More old men teach me to steam pears, and the poor road should be paid." ”

This frightened the old man, the old man had never seen silver a few times in his life, and he didn't know why he had to give silver to steaming a pear, so he hurriedly waved his hand and didn't dare to take it: "What does the Taoist mean?

Yang Xiaoyang couldn't explain the truth that should not be passed on lightly, so he took the silver back into his arms and arched his hands and sat down.

The old man took advantage of the pear-steaming effort, took out the string of money, and asked, "How many pears do you want to buy, old man, I can find out the copper coins." ”

"Ten of them. ”

After a while, the pears are steamed, and the fragrance comes to the mouth.

Yang Xiaoyang saw that the old man didn't eat, and asked, "Have you ever eaten dinner for the old man?"

The old man took two bowls, put the two steamed pears into the bowls and put them in front of the two of them, and said with a smile: "The two distinguished guests will eat first, and the old man will not worry." ”

Yang Xiaoyang's eyes rolled and said, "The younger generation is hungry and wants to have a meal at the old man's house, I don't know if it's feasible?"

The old man was stunned, smiled and agreed, and ran to the kitchen.

Yang Xiaoyang looked at the busy back of the old man, and saw that instead of cooking porridge, he made noodles, and his eyes were a little sour.

"Jingyuan, what are you going to do later?"

"The poor monk already knows in his heart, and when the time comes, it will be good for the Taoist friends to look at it. ”

After a while, the old man brought two bowls of noodles, the amount of noodles was very large, and there were tofu, leeks and garlic sprouts in them, and two heads of garlic

He smiled and said: "The two of you may not be local, but I made two bowls of Guanzhong's famous Zhenzi noodles, which are eaten with garlic cloves, and the taste is very good." It's a pity that there is no meat at home, otherwise it would be more beautiful. ”

Jingyuan looked at the gruel and two pickles in the old man's bowl, and took a breath, "The donor doesn't know, the monks are not allowed to eat leeks and garlic, and exchange the porridge for the poor monks." After speaking, he snatched the bowl from the old man's hand and pushed the noodles to him.

The old man hurriedly said: "How can there be a reason to let the guests eat gruel, if the master doesn't eat it, I'll make a bowl again, and I promise not to put leeks and garlic." ”

The old man also felt that it was his fault for giving Jingyuan gruel to eat.

Jingyuan got up and saluted, and the smile on his face was finally as warm as usual, "The monks are not greedy for appetite, in the eyes of the poor monks, it is a favor for the donor to give the poor monk a bowl of gruel, such a bowl of porridge is to give the poor monk ten bowls of noodles, and the poor monk will not change it, and the donor can eat it with peace of mind." Jingyuan has too much to say, but he only said this, and the favor is still repaid with action.

The three of them finally sat down to eat with peace of mind, and Yang Xiaoyang took two bites and hurried out with two bowls and boxes on his back.

Jingyuan was already surprised, and when he saw the old man's puzzled face, he explained: "The donor doesn't have to care about him, the poor monk wants to know if the young man who asked you to pay for it before is your son?"

The old man sighed, "It's the dog." ”

"Does the donor know what he did with the money?"

The wrinkles on the old man's face were a little more, but he said softly: "He's just going to play cards with others, don't worry." ”

Jingyuan didn't ask again, and the words of reprimand were really unspeakable.

After the two finished eating, Yang Xiaoyang also came back.

He saluted the old man, with a smile on his face, "The younger generation has not eaten such a delicious taste for many years, and he has to steam pears, so please accept the meager reward." ”

Yang Xiaoyang took out a tael of silver from his arms and put it on the table, but the old man hurriedly refused.

At this time, a young man suddenly came in from outside the door, and it was the old man's son.

When the young man saw that the silver on the table was about to drool, he stepped forward and rubbed it twice in his hand and put it in his arms.

Jingyuan glanced at Yang Xiaoyang, squinted his eyes and smiled.

The old man slapped his son, and was about to speak but was interrupted by Jingyuan, "The donor doesn't have to care, the poor monk thinks that the donor can receive these two pieces of silver." ”

After speaking, he turned his head to the young man and said, "The poor monk heard that you often play cards with people in the city, and the poor monk wants to go to see and see, I don't know if it's okay?"

Jingyuan didn't even say anything about the donor.

The young man saw the little monk helping him speak, and his face was full of smiles, "Of course, of course, master, I will take you there." ”

Yang Xiaoyang clearly saw the smile on Jingyuan's face, and it became mad again.

The old man sighed, looking at the backs of the three of them leaving, and he didn't know what to do.

As soon as the three of them entered the gambling house, they heard someone shouting, "Yo, duck, didn't you just lose money? Why did you come again? and brought someone to take revenge?"

The young man who was called the duck was a little embarrassed, and said to Jingyuan that the master would play by himself, and then rushed to the gambling table.

Yang Xiaoyang saw that they were playing dice, and stood behind the duck to let go of his senses.

The person who shakes the dice does have some ability, but he can't say that he cheats, and he is fair. He opened his eyes and shook his head slightly towards Jingyuan.

The duck was lucky this time, and he played a few rounds and earned five cents, but in the end he was too hungry to leave, and he forgot to eat when he went home and was overwhelmed by the silver.

The duck saw that Jingyuan didn't play, but just watched from the sidelines and asked him if he wanted to play two.

Jingyuan shook his head, and then the three of them walked out of the gambling house.

On the way, the duck was in the joy of winning money, and he felt that his happiness was spread to the master, didn't he see the master's white face smiling like a flower?

"Duck, I don't know how the profit and loss are on weekdays?"

"Actually, most of the time you usually have to lose, but today I was lucky to win some. ”

"And what do you do besides playing dice?"

The duck scratched his head, "If you win, go eat a good meal, and if you lose, go home and sleep." ”

"Have you ever done anything for your parents?"

"My mother died early, and my father brought me up. He planted the land, planted the trees, and cooked, and I didn't know how to do any of this, so what could I do?"

Jingyuan smiled so much that he was about to grin to the root of his ears, but the cold glint in his eyes made Yang Xiaoyang tremble.

"Do you not believe that poor monks can send people to hell?"

Yang Xiaoyang didn't respond.

Suddenly, there was a boom, and a gate rose from the ground and was erected in front of the three of them.