On the streets of Tai'an, the snow is still heavy.

"Stop!"

A shrill sound was like a tidal wave that overwhelmed the shouting around the street, and the sharp voice made people tremble in their shoulders, and then subconsciously stopped the guy in his hand and scratched the goosebumps on his arm, and then followed the voice.

I saw a middle-aged man with a big belly and a poop in the long street, looking embarrassed and panting, chasing a child about 10 years old; the middle-aged man was fat and heavy, how could he catch a child with a thin body and flexible movements on such a lively long street? Behind the middle-aged man was an old man dressed as a domestic servant, whose face was wrinkled like a frosted eggplant, and at the moment he was running as if he was running as if he were desperate.

The appearance of the two was very funny, which couldn't help but make the onlookers laugh, but they wanted to laugh, but they didn't dare to laugh, their faces were flushed, and they watched this scene silently.

It wasn't until the child deftly cut through the crowd and disappeared at the end of the road, and it wasn't until the middle-aged man and the old servant staggered after him that the rest of the passers-by exhaled a sigh of relief, then looked at each other and snickered.

"Looks like that guy was stolen by that kid again?" a bean curd seller casually waved his hand to drive away the flies in front of him, winked at the corner where the three had disappeared, and then said with a smile.

Next to him, a tall sturdy man with sleeves was hard to brand the flatbread, and he didn't raise his head and said: "Be careful when you speak, what old money, people are now the old man, how can we little people be so familiar with his name!"

The bean curd seller touched the back of his head, smiled indifferently, and replied to himself: "It seems that the old money has indeed been stolen." ”

"Steal what to steal!" The man turned over the flatbread in the iron pot, and said angrily: "If that kid steals Master Qian's buns, can it be the turn of Master Qian to come out and arrest him in person?"

"Robbed?" The bean curd seller blinked again, looking incredulous.

The man nodded, and continued: "It's just to rob it! I've told Master Qian many times! Don't go every time you go to give Master Yang a bun, just one fat and one old, how long has that kid been thinking about them, isn't this asking for trouble?"

The man paused at this point, and said angrily: "Let's remind him kindly......, right? But what about Mr. Qian? With the support of nobles, he won't recognize us, and when we meet, we all look at people through our nostrils, and we ignore them. It's okay, he deserves to be robbed every time, phew!"

The bean curd seller just laughed and shook his head.

However, the unintentional conversation between the two seemed to arouse the interest of a man wearing a hat in the stall behind him, only to see him roll a flatbread and dip it in bean curd and take a bite, looking at the intersection that had already been crowded with people again, and accosted with interest: "Two bosses, is this a common thing?"

The man who had been keeping a straight face before seemed to be overjoyed by this "boss" shout, and he immediately turned around and put on a smiling face and said: "This guest official is new to the capital? This thing is indeed very common on our street." ”

The man nodded noncommittally, and then asked, "Who is that kid who 'snatched things'?"

"It's a flower in the city, his father was originally a short-term worker in Lord Yang's family, but then he didn't know what kind of illness he had and couldn't work, so he was dismissed by the Yang family, and his mother-in-law also ran away with someone...... Hey, that's pathetic. ”

The man nodded, no squeak.

Seeing that his interest was undiminished, the man continued: "Last winter, that kid went to steal the buns in Master Qian's bun shop, and was arrested, Master Qian led someone to beat him, and his father also ran out and was beaten with him, this is not a big deal, you have to be punished for doing bad things, you say it is not a guest officer?"

Hearing the man's question, the man did not answer, but nodded again.

"Master Qian is also unlucky, that kid and his father's body is not good, and he is still wearing so thin clothes in winter, and this time he has a new injury, and it won't be long before he is gone...... Since then, that kid has been thinking about our poor old man!"

The man suppressed his tone, trying to say this as calmly as possible, Rao is so, his eyes are still a little stunned at this time, and the work in his hands can't help but stop, his face is full of embarrassment.

The man who was listening silently on the side couldn't help frowning.

After a moment of silence, the man suddenly changed his words, and said with a mysterious expression: "But these little 'bad luck' can't wash away the blessing of our old man Qian at all, guest officer, don't you know about the major events that have happened in our capital recently, right?"

The corners of the man's mouth twitched, and a smile appeared cooperatively: "Let's hear it." ”

The man was suddenly full of interest, his eyes lit up, as if he was talking about a happy event that has always been talked about: "The Yang family who lives on our street has an extremely smart girl, and that looks like a fairy of the Nine Heavens descends to earth. I only heard about it occasionally, and everyone was happy and didn't take it seriously, no matter how beautiful a girl is, can she compare to our Kyoto Oiran Mei Feijun?"

The man's hand, which had been naturally speaking, suddenly tightened.

And the man said in a low voice like an extremely ingenious storyteller at this moment: "What is the result? Everyone didn't believe it, but they didn't expect the Yang family to really have it!"

"As soon as Miss Yang entered the palace, although she didn't charm His Majesty, she fascinated the two princes. As soon as this matter came to an eyebrow, the Yang family immediately followed the tide, and everyone said that the Yang family gave birth to a nobleman!"

As he spoke, the man sighed again: "Seriously, ministers in the court like Lord Yang have to rely on the help of nobles, we little people want to soar, it is simply wishful thinking without the support of nobles, Master Qian is really a good life!"

"How?" the man had already finished eating, but had no intention of leaving.

The man muttered: "Guest officer, you can say in your conscience, our craftsmanship of baking flatbread is not bad, right?"

"Not bad, not bad. The man hurriedly said perfunctorily.

"But Lord Yang prefers Mr. Qian's buns, every meal must be ordered, and other families don't eat it! Lord Yang is also generous, this momentum, so he easily brought Mr. Qian up, this short period of less than a year, suddenly from a small shop owner to a big boss, I think it won't be long before we come, we have to call him a big money!"

And the bean curd seller, who had been listening quietly, hurriedly interjected with a smile: "But the old rich man also knows how to repay his kindness, Lord Yang is kind to him, he personally makes buns every time he sends them to people, the heat and cold have not fallen for a day, and he is sick and insists on sending ......."

Before he could finish speaking, the man interrupted with a muffled snort: "This is what he should do!"

The bean curd seller didn't care about the man's sneer, and continued to laugh: "But the old money is not long-hearted, every time I take an old servant out to send buns to Lord Yang, this is not ......."

He glanced into the distance and smacked his lips, "There's another one named Hanako who still thinks about him." ”

When the man heard this, he raised his head and laughed heartily, then got up and arched his hand at the two of them, and said goodbye: "Thank you two bosses, I heard something interesting this time." ”

"You're welcome, you're welcome, a rare peaceful world, you have to be a little peaceful!" the two waved their hands again and again.

The man was stunned, then glanced at the stall next to the two, and said, "That...... By the way, the two bosses helped me bring two flatbreads and a bowl of bean curd, I want to take them back to eat!"

"Okay!"

The two hurriedly agreed, and their hands were busy again, until they saw off the sturdy man wearing the hat, and then they breathed a sigh of relief.

At this moment, a burst of crisp sounds suddenly sounded, floating from far to near.

The sound was like a monk knocking on a wooden fish, a husband beating a stick, or rather, a beggar grabbing chopsticks and beating a worn porcelain bowl again and again.

"Seize the swallow mud mouth, sharpen the iron needle, scrape the gold Buddha face and search for ......"

"Ah, here you go again, what is this singing?" the bean curd seller looked dazed.

"I don't know, I heard that it's a word that came out of nowhere recently......" The man who baked the flatbread looked like he didn't care.

"Words? This is also called words?! I wondered what kind of 'words' of Raushzi weren't some elegant things? Just like those ladies in the Qinglou sang in their mouths, what kind of words is this vulgar thing!" the man who sold bean curd was even more puzzled.

The man who baked the flatbread was even more disdainful: "Well, there have been more and more refugees pouring into the capital recently, and some people are not unusual, singing and scolding those rich masters, they are naturally happy." Anyway...... I listen to it very well, haha!"

"Ha, that's exactly what you say. The man selling bean curd squinted his eyes and looked around, as if looking for the source of the sound: "I just don't know what this word is called, who made it?"

"I don't know who made it, but as for the name of the word brand, it seems to be called ......"

"Drunk Taiping, coming?"

"Drunk Taiping?"

The man selling bean curd was stunned, and then looked up at the gradually dim city, listened to the noisy sound in his ears, and suddenly laughed: "Indeed, drunk and peaceful." ”

I don't know who sighed.

On the other side of the street, the middle-aged man with a big belly who pooped in one hand was half-squatting and panting, and with the other hand tremblingly, he took out a silk scarf from his arms, wiped the sweat on his face indiscriminately, and then said self-deprecatingly: "It's cold, it turns out that it can be so hot." ”

"Old, master!" Behind the middle-aged man, an old servant caught up even more breathlessly.

The man looked back and smiled, "Your old man has an old bone, are you okay?"

Unexpectedly, the old servant changed his posture when he heard this, and held his head high and said: "Don't worry, master, the old slave has a hard body......!

The man suddenly lowered his face: "Where's the bun?"

The old servant patted his belly and said, "Don't worry, master, the old slave is here, the bun is here, I grabbed a bag, and there is a bag!"

"It's still hot, isn't it?" the man still grimaced.

"It's hot!"

"Then don't talk nonsense, let's hurry up and send it to Lord Yang!" The man came up with strength from nowhere, and took a big step forward.

And the latter, not to be far behind.

"Old Wu, I stood taller and saw farther, and then I realized how narrow-minded I was before, and I felt that I had really done a lot of wrong things before!" the man suddenly said for no reason.

"Master, I have said it, I can't blame you for that. The old servant showed a mouthful of big yellow teeth that were missing, and his rosy cheeks bloomed like a smile.

"But if you do something wrong, you should be punished. The man continued.

"Yes, yes, please don't read it, the old slave has heard this hundreds of times!" the old servant repeatedly asked for forgiveness.

The man closed his mouth in a huff, and the two of them went on their way quietly.

It's just that the man seemed to be unwilling to be lonely, folded his hands, and sighed quietly as if praying: "It's cold, and no matter how hot the bun is, it won't be long before it's covered!"