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Qingyang City.

At this time, it has just entered spring, and the temperature has not yet risen.

In the early morning, the cold north wind blew, and the people walking back and forth on East Street were still wrapped in thick winter clothes, and even the girls who loved beauty the most had to wrap themselves a little bloated.

The two streets of East Street have already been filled with various stalls, and the vendors selling all kinds of goods are also wearing themselves thickly, and they are still rubbing their hands to resist the cold, and their lips are frozen and purple, and they are a little cracked, but their mouths are still shouting and selling, and suddenly this Qingyang City East Street is lively.

"Manju...... Freshly baked steamed buns..."

A plump middle-aged man was carrying a steaming basket of steamed buns from the store's large steamer to a wooden box with a white cloth base at the stall at the door.

This fat middle-aged man surnamed Wang, named Jiawang, has a festive round face, is kind, and has a smiling face for everyone. The steamed buns he makes are also big and round, soft and sweet to eat, and the price is also affordable, so his steamed bun business is also the best in this Qingyang City. Acquaintances who came and went laughed at him when they saw his festive appearance and called him Wang Mantou, but later Wang Jiawang's real name was not known to many people, and they all called him Wang Mantou.

Wang Mantou has sold six cages of steamed buns this morning, and now he is carrying out today's seventh cage of steamed buns.

As soon as Wang Mantou poured the basket of steamed buns into the wooden box with a white cloth base, another old customer came to the door.

"Wang Mantou, business is good this morning! Wrap me five steamed buns, and I'll take them away." This old customer who bought steamed buns had a thin face, a three-inch long beard, and a luxurious blue cotton robe, and was an old man in his fifties.

"It's Second Master Liu!" Wang Mantou smiled kindly when he saw this old man.

"What kind of business is good, it's just enough to make ends meet. Not doing big business to you. Why are you here in person today, you can just call a small one, and you're afraid that the steamed buns I give you won't be delicious?" Wang Mantou said half-jokingly.

While speaking, Wang Mantou quickly picked up a piece of wrapping paper from the pile of wrapping paper on the stool under the stall, wrapped the five steamed buns in a slippery manner, and handed the wrapped steamed buns to Liu Erye.

Liu Erye took the steamed bun and said with a smile: "If the steamed buns made by your Wang Wang steamed bun are not delicious, I can still buy them and eat them every morning for ten years? ”

After speaking, Liu Erye took out five cents from his pocket and handed it to Wang Mantou, Wang Mantou took the money with a smile, but he smiled and did not answer.

Second Master Liu carried the steamed bun and said, "I'm leaving." And he paced away. ”

"You go slowly," Wang Mantou said.

The steamed buns in the box are steaming hot, and the cold wind is blowing, carrying the fragrance of steamed buns everywhere.

......

On the right hand side of Wang Mantou's stall, there was a small alleyway about ten paces away, and a little beggar who looked to be only six or seven years old, wearing a dirty patched thin shirt, poked his head out of the alleyway, he was very thinly dressed because of the cold weather, and he was shivering in the cold wind. The little beggar had a dark face and a pair of eyes that were quite smart, and he was looking at the box containing steamed buns, and kept swallowing and spitting in his mouth.

Wang Mantou spotted him and looked at him, and the little beggar quickly retracted his head into the alley.

At this time, a few more customers came to buy steamed buns, and Wang Mantou withdrew his gaze, concentrated on wrapping the steamed buns for the guests, handed them to the guests, and collected the money......

Several guests had already left, and at this time, Wang Mantou found that his gaze had fallen on the steamed bread box at some point. Seeing Wang Mantou looking over, he withdrew his head into the alley with a longing look.

Wang Mantou withdrew his eyes, arranged the steamed buns in the wooden box in a row, row by row, layer by layer put the steamed buns in the wooden box, he once again looked at the alley, and a pair of eyes appeared in his sight in the corner of the wall.

These eyes are smart and bright, not like what a little beggar can have, just like the eyes that can only be possessed by the little sons of those noble families in the inner city of Qingyang City, but such a pair of eyes are born on the dirty face of a little beggar.

Wang Mantou has no son, 35-year-old he only has a little daughter, only five years old, his wife Wang Fen had a difficult birth when giving birth to a daughter, half a foot has stepped into the door of the king of Yama, almost died, and then although he survived, the mother and daughter were safe, but also lost the ability to give birth again.

Over the years, the family situation has been better, and his wife asked him to marry another one, and give birth to a son to continue the incense of the Wang family, but remembering how many hardships and hardships his wife has accompanied him all the way over the years, he wants to marry another one in order to have a son, if it affects the relationship between husband and wife, it is better not to, so there is no such idea.

Wang Mantou has seen this little beggar for several days, and every day Wang Mantou will be attracted by these bright and smart eyes with strong longing, and he can't help but soften his heart and wrap a few steamed buns for the little beggar, but every time he just got the steamed bun and the little beggar ran away quickly.

Today's Wang steamed buns are no exception, taking advantage of the fact that there are no guests now, he quickly picked up five steamed buns from the wooden box, wrapped them in wrapping paper, and slowly walked towards the little beggar.

The little beggar's eyes kept on the hot steamed bun he was holding in his big hand, without blinking.

"Here, eat, I'm hungry!" Wang Mantou said with a kind smile.

The little beggar looked at Wang Mantou's face full of kindness, and couldn't help but fix his eyes on the steamed bun, although he kept swallowing saliva in his mouth, he still shook his head firmly.

The wind blew again, and even Wang Mantou, who was wearing a thick cotton jacket, couldn't help but shiver, and the little beggar was even more purple with a little face at this time, and his hands kept rubbing.

"Eat! It won't taste good when it gets cold later. Wang Mantou handed it over again.

"Uncle, you are a good person, but I can't take it, I've eaten your steamed buns for five days for nothing, I can't eat your steamed buns for nothing, can I help you work, I have the strength to work." The little beggar still did not answer, and when he began to speak, he was timid, and his tone became firm, and the dark color became more firm.

The little beggar's voice was a little trembling because of the cold, although he still had a firm face and did not take the steamed bun, but the longing in his eyes, the sound of swallowing saliva in his mouth and the rumbling of his stomach were already saying that he was hungry.

Five days? Wang Mantou himself doesn't even remember how many times he gave steamed buns to this little beggar. Five days just to know if I am a good person? No wonder he gave him steamed buns a few days ago, took them and ran, how much did this little boy suffer, and he would be so vigilant?

At this moment, Wang Mantou couldn't help but feel sorry for this little beggar, looking at him with just a thin layer of ragged clothes covering his body, and it was such a shirt full of holes that was much smaller than his figure, and a section of his forearm and calf leaked out of his hands and feet.

"Eat, how can you have the strength to help me work if you don't finish eating?" Wang Mantou no longer had a kind smile on his face at this time, and his face was now full of pity. There is no room for the slightest expression. But the pity was only gone for a moment—the little beggar looked up at him, and he smiled and said softly.

"Uncle, did you promise to ask me to help you with your work?" said the little beggar with a trembling voice full of surprise, his eyes were full of hope, and he grabbed the sleeve of Wang Mantou tightly, for fear that Wang Mantou would suddenly disappear.

"Yes, you're going to be a diligent little fellow, right?" Wang Mantou didn't mind that his sleeves had been cracked by the little beggar's black and frozen at this time, and his little hands stained with blood were dirty, and he said with a smile.

"Well, I'm going to be the hardest working guy, thank you, uncle. The little beggar said affirmatively, and then he realized that his hand was still grabbing the sleeve of Wang Mantou, and Wang Mantou had left a few fingerprints on the sleeve of Wang Mantou, which had left a few fingerprints in black and red.

The little beggar hurriedly let go of Wang Mantou's sleeves, crossed the fingers of his hands under his abdomen, lowered his head and whispered timidly: "I'm sorry, uncle, I soiled your clothes." After saying that, the little beggar lowered his head, his face was full of reluctance, but he quickly disappeared and turned around to leave.

"How... Did you know that working with me would be tiring and hard, so I ran away. Wang Mantou's soft face still had a smile on his soft face and said softly.

"Uncle, I'm not afraid of hardship, I'm not afraid of being tired, I don't want to escape. The little beggar turned to Wang Mantou and said in a firm tone.

"Then where are you going, my young man? I remember that my shop is not in that direction, do you want to go back and pack your things so that you can move to my store so that you can help me?" Wang Mantou asked with a smile with some doubts.

"Uncle, I soiled your clothes. The little beggar whispered timidly.

Wang Mantou raised the hand that was grabbed by the little beggar and soiled the sleeve, looking at the stains on it, Wang Mantou didn't mind at all and said with a smile: "It's good to wash the clothes when they are dirty, as long as the heart is not dirty." You can't just lose a good boy just because of a dirty piece of clothing, right?"

Wang Mantou took off his coat with dirty sleeves and put it on the little beggar, who looked at him without struggling.

"Since it's dirty, I'll give it to you, you have to work hard in my shop, and buy me a new and better one later, how about it?" Wang Mantou said as he looked at the little beggar wrapped in torn clothes.

"Thank you, uncle, I will definitely try my best to repay my uncle with every work that my uncle tells me. The little beggar said with tears in his voice choked.

"So my little staff, can we eat now? It's going to be cold soon, and I have to eat enough to have the strength to work. Wang Mantou smiled and handed him the steamed bun in his hand.

"Hmm!" the little beggar took the steamed bun and lowered his head and began to eat it in a big gulp.