After sobering up the next day, Wang Fugui slapped his thigh, regretting that he couldn't say a few more words of farewell to Qi Qingfeng. Fortunately, Mo Shiping comforted and relayed Qi Qingfeng's words of inviting guests when he was leaving, which made Wang Fugui feel better.

Since there was no need to go to Luoyan Town, Mo Shiping and the three of them rented horses and returned on the official road. Since there was still plenty of time to spare, the three of them were not in a hurry. Along the way, Wang Fugui has been talking about "Joy Cake Shop" intentionally or unintentionally, and Mo Shiping and Zhang Ziwei naturally knew it, so they took a detour and went to the small village at the foot of Tugou Mountain.

The three of them tied their horses to the village and walked into the village. Wang Fugui was familiar with the road, and the wind was under his feet, and he was the first to drill in front of the "Joy Cake Shop".

"Knock knock. Wang Fugui bent his fingers and tapped on the counter, while stretching his neck to look at the pastries in the basket at the inside of the shop. They come in different shapes and sizes. Some are whiter than snow, and at a glance they are made of glutinous rice. Some of them are red all over, and at a glance, they are made of jujube paste. The pastries were sprinkled with a layer of fragrant crushed sesame seeds, and the greedy Wang Fugui swallowed his saliva.

As soon as the door curtain was lifted, the young man in charge of the shopkeeper walked out of the back hall, saw Wang Fugui, had some impressions, and said with a smile: "In the shop today, there are all kinds of pastries." They are all made of good materials, and the guest officer is satisfied. ”

Wang Fugui nodded, stretched out his finger and pointed at the glutinous rice cake, then at the red date cake, and then at the walnut cheese, "This, and this, hey, that one also needs some..." After pointing to seven or eight kinds of pastries in a row, Wang Fugui withdrew his hand with satisfaction and waited with a smile.

At this time, Mo Shiping and Zhang Ziwei, who were a little slower, also came to the pastry shop. Seeing that Wang Fugui asked for so many pastries in one go, Mo Shiping shook his head helplessly, and reminded in a low voice, "The weather is hot, and it will spoil if you can't finish eating, don't waste it." ”

Although it can be stored in the Jade Realm, the Jade Realm can only avoid the breath of the outside world, and there is no guarantee that the food will not spoil if it is placed in it.

Unexpectedly, Wang Fugui grinned, patted his belly, and said happily: "Don't worry, I'm sure I'll finish eating, I'm afraid it's not enough." ”

Since this was the case, Mo Shiping smiled and nodded, and said nothing more.

I saw that the young man in charge of the shopkeeper was not in a hurry to get the pastry, but turned around first, took a scoop of water, poured it on his hands, rubbed it gently, shook it again, and then carried the clean cloth on the side and wiped it. After tidying up, the man walked to the baskets full of pastries, took a boxy piece of oiled paper with his left hand, twisted up a strip of pastries with two fingers of his right hand, put them on it, and then wrapped them properly, and carefully handed them to Wang Fugui.

"So exquisite?" Wang Fugui took the package of oiled paper, handed over some broken silver, and asked more questions by the way.

The man clapped his hands and shook off some of the broken sesame seeds, then took the silver and replied with a smile: "There are rules on the ancestors, and you have to put some thought into treating every mouthful of grain and every copper plate. God will reward you with a bite of food, you have to serve it well, but you can't smash your own rice bowl. ”

Wang Fugui nodded thoughtfully, feeling that what this man said was very simple, and he could listen to it.

Zhang Ziwei sighed with some emotion, his family background has been good since he was a child, he has no shortage of food and clothing, and occasionally has some spare money for recreation. But one winter, Zhang Ziwei bought a string of sugar gourds with a few copper plates, chewed two bites and felt that his mouth was green, so he threw them away. A little boy in ragged clothes with a thin yellow face saw it, and wandered around the half string of sugar gourds for a long time, and finally waited for a gap where there was no one around, so he hurriedly ran forward, picked it up, clutched it tightly in his hand, and trotted to the end of the street with a cigarette. Zhang Ziwei felt it was interesting, so he quietly followed. I saw the little boy happily squatting in the corner of the uninhabited alley, and couldn't wait to slide the half string of sugar gourds into his mouth, sipping it contentedly, and smiling. When Zhang Ziwei saw this, his face was complicated, so he lowered his steps and quietly walked out of the alley. Zhang Ziwei felt guilty in his heart, he peeked at the embarrassing scene where the little boy didn't want people to see it, picking up half a string of sugar gourds.

In the next few days, Zhang Ziwei would go to the vendor selling sugar gourds from time to time. Once, he met the skinny little boy, still unkempt, squatting in the distance, from time to time, with a blank eye, secretly, a glance at the bright red sugar gourd, and then immediately looked away.

So, Zhang Ziwei stepped forward quickly, bought two strings of sugar gourds, walked to the little boy, and handed him a string silently. The little boy looked at Zhang Ziwei, smiled, and shook his head again, but he didn't take the sugar gourd and ran away quickly.

Since then, although Zhang Ziwei still often goes to the vendor's place, he has never seen the little boy squatting on the side of the street, peeking at the sugar gourd from time to time, but pretending not to care.

Every time he thought of this, Zhang Ziwei regretted it, why did he hand the string of sugar gourds to the little boy in the first place, he should have thought that the little boy with strong self-esteem refused to accept it. If he could have thought about it more at that time, made a deal with the little boy with a smile, and recruited him into his own martial arts hall as a miscellaneous disciple, perhaps, the little boy would have been able to accept the string of sugar gourds generously.

No matter how small things are, they all need to be cared for.

In the "Joy Cake Shop", Zhang Ziwei glanced at it and saw an empty sugar gourd shelf standing against the wall, so he asked, "Is there a sugar gourd for sale?"

The young man shook his head and said with a dumb smile: "It's midsummer, how can anyone sell sugar gourds." As soon as it is dried, the icing on the outside will be completely melted, who wants to eat it?"

Zhang Ziwei nodded and smiled. Fang Cai was a little stunned and made a joke. People with a little common sense know that sugar gourds are only sold more in the cold winter of March. Even so, Zhang Ziwei still sighed lightly in his heart, "All year round, there are always people who miss sugar gourds." ”

Unexpectedly, Mo Shiping, who was on the side, sighed in disappointment when he heard this. He misses the taste of sugar gourd, a thin layer of sugar, the entrance is slight, two bites, and his mouth is full of the taste of the turtle mountain, sweet to the heart.

At this moment, it was the turn of the young man to wonder, rubbed his hands, and looked at the two depressed young men suspiciously. It's just that there is no sugar gourd to sell, why is it so sad?

"There is no sugar gourd, but there is sour plum soup to quench thirst, come to a bowl and try it? The man remembered that he had just brewed some sour plum soup in the back hall of his house, and he couldn't finish it alone, so he planned to share it with his neighbors.

Mo Shiping and Zhang Ziwei smiled and thanked them, but they shook their heads and didn't taste it. Sour plum soup and sugar gourd, although they are both made of plums, are different after all. And the two of them were not thirsty, so they gave up. And Wang Fugui glanced at the two of them, and shook his head, but smiled at the man: "They don't know the goods, the shopkeeper, I want to taste it." ”

The man smiled and nodded, turned around and went into the inner hall to serve a large bowl of sour plum soup, and handed it to Wang Fugui. Wang Fugui took it, did not forget to say thank you, and then drank a few big sips, wiped his mouth, and burped unsatisfied.

"Shopkeeper, such a good sour plum soup doesn't sell for money, it's a loss!"

"Quenching the thirst of the neighbors is not worth a few copper coins. The man shook his head and smiled. There are rules in the ancestors, and every pastry sold in the shop has a corresponding price, and a copper plate cannot be missing. As a result, there was a disguise of "no two prices" outside the shop. However, the man also knows that most of the money in the shop is earned from the neighbors, so he should think about the good of the neighbors. The man didn't think that the neighbors were reluctant to take out a copper plate and buy a bowl of sour plum soup to taste. But the man thought, facing the loess with his back to the sky after a hard day, if he came back and drank a bowl of sour plum soup that didn't cost money, he would quench his thirst in his mouth and his heart.

Small villages, big towns, very different. Simplicity, kindness and careful budgeting, each with its own advantages and disadvantages. But sometimes, it's more comfortable and comfortable to deal with "rednecks".

The three of them chatted with the young man for a while, then greeted him and hugged his fists in farewell. While it's not too late, you can still travel a little more.

However, the three of them took back the horses and did not walk directly back to the official road, but made a detour to the mountain temple not far away. These days, the ups and downs of the new national teacher of the Li Dynasty have been rumored, and even Mo Shiping and the three of them have heard about it.

Lin De, a little-known nine-grade sesame official, turned into a phoenix and flew up to the branches.

However, the people in the Tugou Mountain area don't think that the national teacher Linde is his own county lord Linde, but it is just a coincidence that the name is renamed. Even many people even joked and said, what kind of character does Lin De, the old man of the county, have? If he becomes a national teacher, then the Li dynasty will be doomed.

Mo Shiping and the three of them didn't study it deeply, and they didn't think that the national teacher Lin De was the one who met Lin De on the shore of the Five Colors Lake that evening.

The three of them tied their horses to the foot of the hill and let them happily chew some grass to fill their bellies. The mountain road of Tugou Mountain is not difficult to walk, with many dark rocks and few broken mud. It coincides with the mountain rain, as long as the foothold is suitable, it will not make the trouser legs muddy. It didn't take long for the three of them to find the dilapidated mountain temple.

Previously, Zhang Ziwei and Wang Fugui both proposed to go to the mountain temple. Last time, when Zhang Ziwei came to the mountain temple, he made a wish to the half-cut stone statue of the mountain god, hoping to go all the way to Luoyan Town. Until now, the return journey has indeed been smooth sailing, and I have not encountered either reckless bandits or robbers. As a result, Zhang Ziwei felt that it was time to take a trip and bow down, which could be regarded as a wish and peace of mind.

The three of them entered the temple, folded their hands, and bowed slightly. Afterwards, the three of them cleaned up some of the dead branches and leaves in the temple and dusted off the half of the stone statue. However, because the tiles covering the roof of the temple are incomplete, after the next mountain rain, the place will still be a mess and the ground will be full of fallen leaves.

When leaving, Wang Fugui took out the bag of oil paper in his arms, took out half of the pastries, gently placed them at the foot of the stone statue, and whispered: "I passed by here before, and I was offended. This time, I deliberately gave some small gifts, and I hope that the mountain god will smile and accept it, regardless of the previous suspicions. By the way, continue to bless us and the other three, and return smoothly. ”

Mo Shiping suddenly realized why Wang Fugui insisted on buying so many pastries in one go. came to make a vow, but came empty-handed, no matter how you look at it, it is not very polite.