Chapter 21
"Oh - is this your own creation?"
The old man raised his eyebrows, showing a look of surprise and surprise, and praised him repeatedly.
"No wonder I have never heard this kind of tune. It sounds melodious and euphemistic, and it has become its own tune - young man, your talent in folk art is really amazing, amazing, amazing -"
Prince An Nanran.
This time it was really surprising.
My family knows my own affairs, and apart from a few familiar arias, I know nothing about Peking Opera...
Unless you can get skills.
But is there any use for me to have such a skill? Is it useless to show off my face and perform on stage?
Wang Zi'an complained in his heart, with a decent smile on his face, and was about to say something modest. Then the old man changed the topic and pointed to the opposite position to invite.
"I haven't seen such a talented young man in music for a long time. I wonder if you are interested in sitting down and drinking a cup of tea with me..."
Of course you can have this!
Wang Zi'an glanced at the two graceful girls and immediately showed an elegant and gentle smile. He nodded without any pretense, raised his butt and sat down.
"Thank you, father-in-law, for showing me your love - that would be disrespectful..."
He touched the teapot familiarly and refilled the tea for the old man. He raised the teacup and took the opportunity to strike up a conversation with the two young ladies.
The result was a disappointment.
The girl in goose yellow still nodded to him reservedly, indifferently but not rudely. The one in the light blue dress was a little troubled, but she didn't even bother to look at him...
He didn't feel embarrassed, turned his head calmly, and asked seemingly unintentionally.
"Mr., you're taking your family out to enjoy the snow. It's so fun -"
He glanced at the two female relatives following the old man, and couldn't help but speculate sourly. They didn't look like grandparents. These two were the old guy's concubines, weren't they?
This evil old society!
"How could I be so elegant? I was just resting and resting. I went out for a walk. I happened to see my two nieces busy here, so I came over to help..."
The old man glanced at the girl following him and replied with a smile.
It turns out to be my niece!
Wang Zi'an breathed a sigh of relief inexplicably, and even looked at the old man with a much kinder look.
He raised his eyes and glanced at the noisy crowd in front of him.
"Old man, is there someone giving porridge in front of here?"
"Yes, with this heavy snowfall, I don't know how many people will be homeless. Let's save every one..."
Wang Zi'an was reminded of what he had just been thinking about. He nodded somewhat dullly and sighed with emotion.
"Although kind-hearted, it's a pity..."
"What's a pity?"
Before Wang Zi'an finished speaking, he heard the girl on the right, wearing a goose-yellow palace dress and with a calm temperament, asking coldly.
The tone is not good!
Why is there such a big reaction!
Wang Zi'an complained in his heart, turning a blind eye to the girl's slight frown, with a just right smile on his face, and explained patiently.
"It's a pity that it's just a drop in the bucket, treating the symptoms but not the root cause - you think, this porridge shed can't be set up every day, just for every meal. After eating today, what about tomorrow? What about the day after tomorrow? This winter has just begun. Once the porridge shed is gone, what will happen to these people? Sooner or later it’s not—”
"Then according to what you said, are we going to just watch them starve to death on the streets? Is our porridge shed set up wrong?"
Before Wang Zi'an finished speaking, the girl had already put down the teacup in her hand angrily.
Forehead--
It turns out that he is the one who gives out porridge...
The prince was embarrassed when he settled down.
"Li Zhi, forget it, don't be like this kind of person——"
Before Wang Zi'an had time to explain, he heard the woman on the left wearing a light blue dress say calmly.
The voice was cold and indifferent, with undisguised disgust in his tone.
Such people?
Wang Zi’an:……
Before I even had time to recognize this, I was already disgusted by others.
"Ying'er, don't be anxious. I hear this little brother seems to have other opinions?"
Seeing the old man's gaze, Wang Zi'an nodded quickly, coughed slightly, took a sip of the tea cup - vomited, almost spit it out.
Oily, sour, salty, spicy and sweet...
As he was busy posing, he forgot that he couldn't bear the tea of Tang Dynasty.
"Pfft——"
Seeing this guy's embarrassed appearance, the girl on the left wearing a goose-yellow palace skirt couldn't help but laugh out loud, but she immediately restrained herself and assumed a reserved and dignified posture.
"Is it because the tea is too hot?"
The old man asked with some concern.
"Thank you for your concern, husband, no, no -"
Wang Zi'an put down the tea cup with some embarrassment and quickly changed the topic to remedy the situation.
"As the saying goes, helping people in emergencies does not help the poor. Although this soup porridge can save them for a while, it cannot save them for a long time. Therefore, if we want to really help them, we need to find a way for them to make a living..."
"I thought there was some clever means, but it turned out that they were just talkers. Who doesn't know this truth? But as for the means, as for the capital, it depends on your mouth——"
Before Wang Zi'an finished speaking, the girl in the light blue dress on the right sneered in a disdainful tone.
Hey!
If I don't show my best, you won't know that Lord Ma has three - cough, three eyes!
"Of course you can't rely on your words, but you can't make mistakes if you rely on me."
Wang Zi'an said, glancing at her proudly. Without waiting for the other party to refute, he continued.
"To completely solve their predicament, it's actually very simple. It only takes four words..."
As Wang Zi'an spoke, he dipped his finger into the tea and wrote four big words on the table: Work for relief!
"Ha--that's a big statement--well--"
The girl on the right subconsciously wanted to ridicule, but before she finished speaking, she stopped and stared thoughtfully at the four words on the table.
The old man with a gray beard had already sat upright involuntarily, with a glint in his eyes.
“Tsk—pretending to be profound—can working-for-relief work still be used as food?”
The girl on the left was a little dissatisfied with her sister's failure, and couldn't help but give the prince a compliment.
"Don't be rude about your beauty - little brother, can you be more specific?"
After the old man finished speaking, he stood up, holding the pot in both hands, and personally gave Prince An a cup of dark tea.
"I don't dare, I don't dare, please sit down, father--"
Wang Zi'an quickly stood up and thanked him, and took the opportunity to quietly move the greasy cup of tea aside. This thing was a bit smoky when he was close.
Seeing the old man's serious demeanor, Wang Zi'an couldn't stop showing off, and gave a general introduction to the practice of working for relief in future generations.
The three of them, the more they listened, the brighter their eyes became. Especially the old gentleman sitting in the middle was so excited that he almost pulled off his beard.
"Wonderful! In this way, it will not only eliminate the increasing hidden dangers of refugees in Chang'an City, but also solve the living problems of the victims. It can also promote the infrastructure construction in Chang'an City. This little brother's plan kills three birds with one stone. It's really wonderful!"
