In the capital, a young Taoist priest carried a long sword and a baggage on his back and walked out of the west gate of Jinling City. He walked slowly and calmly, with a calm face and no sadness or joy.
"Brother...Brother, please give me something to eat..." A little boy ran up to the young Taoist priest. He was wearing very simple clothes and stretched out his hands to look at him pitifully.
Judging from his appearance, he was only five or six years old at most. He seemed to be a child from an ordinary family. How could he go out on the streets to beg?
Maybe he was greedy and hid it from the adults... The young Taoist priest smiled softly and groped around on his body. Unfortunately, everything on his body was empty.
"I'm really sorry. I went out today and didn't bring any money or food." The young Taoist priest smiled apologetically, then got out of the way of the little boy and continued on his way.
"Brother...I...my mother is sick and hasn't eaten for several days. You are so pitiful..." The little boy obviously didn't believe what the Taoist priest said and followed him reluctantly.
The young Taoist priest frowned, and soon his eyebrows opened again. He knelt down and said, "Little brother, I didn't lie to you. I really didn't bring anything to eat. Otherwise, I'll write you a note. You Take it and go to the city to find Guanyi and give it to people like that, and they will give you something to eat."
This young Taoist priest is Tong Weizi who lives alone in the capital. He received a letter from the sect from Zhenyang Mountain and was about to return to the mountain.
The little boy couldn't help but believe it when he heard his colleagues say this. He said "Oh" and got out of the way. Without waiting for Tong Weizi's note, he retreated to the corner and looked around.
Tong Weizi didn't know whether the little boy didn't trust him or was afraid of trouble, but it was better to have more trouble than less trouble. He stood up and was about to walk away when he suddenly heard a crisp voice behind him.
"Xiaojie, don't run around! What if you get hit by this car driving by!"
Tong Weizi turned around after hearing the sound and saw a girl about eight or nine years old. Her clothes were in tatters. Even the shoes on her feet were missing the front half of one shoe and the back half of the other. Holding a broken bowl in his hand, he was teaching the little boy a lesson with his hands on his hips.
He looks like a beggar.
The little boy lowered his head and whispered: "Sister Yang, I don't dare anymore..."
"Tell me, what's wrong, auntie? Are you sick? Why do you let you come out to beg for food?" The little girl asked the little boy like a little adult.
"My mother...my mother is sick and hasn't gotten out of bed for a few days...wuwu..." the little boy cried as he spoke.
The little girl surnamed Yang puffed up her face, frowned and yelled: "Man, why are you crying! If you get sick, just go to the doctor for treatment!"
"I went to the doctor, and he said I needed one tael of silver. My family doesn't have that much money..." The little girl seemed to be very authoritative. With a soft drink, the little boy stopped crying and spoke more fluently, no longer timid. look like.
The little girl rummaged around in her pocket, grabbed a handful of copper coins, put them in her broken bowl, and handed them to the little boy: "Here, take it, if you don't have enough, think of something else!"
The little boy stretched out his hand timidly, but quickly retracted it, not daring to take it.
The little girl grabbed his hand and held the broken bowl: "Just take it if you are told to. Men, don't be afraid! By the way, do you have any cloth at home?"
The little boy nodded: "There are some linen..."
"Then hurry up and get some. Haozi's clothes are torn. I'll get some cloth to patch him up..."
Tong Weizi heard the conversation between the two children and smiled. It seemed that the little girl had a good heart and everything was resolved.
Things in this world always have an outcome, and people in this world always have a way out.
"Uu~!!"
Just as Tong Weizi was about to leave, he heard the driver's cry and the horse's neighing behind him. When he looked back, he saw that the little boy who had just begged him had fallen to the ground, and the broken bowl had been smashed. , and the copper coins were scattered all over the floor.
"I didn't read the almanac when I went out this morning..." The coachman spat from the carriage, jumped out of the carriage angrily, and walked to the little boy: "How are you, kid? I didn't hit you!"
The little boy immediately got up from the ground, knelt on the ground and went to pick up the coins: "No, no, I'm fine..."
"Who said it's okay!" The little girl strode forward, blocked the little boy, pushed her butt back slightly, and then pushed him to the ground, causing him to fall onto his butt.
"You hit someone. My brother can't get up now. You have to pay for it!" The little girl put her hands on her hips and raised her head and said to the driver.
The coachman was tall and thick, and his bull's eyes stared: "What did you say!"
The little girl stepped back timidly, then quickly plucked up the courage, puffed out her chest and said, "Pay for it! I need...a tael of silver!"
The coachman raised the riding crop in his hand and swung it towards the little girl: "Young man, I'm asking you to extort money!"
"Snapped!"
As soon as the whip was raised, someone grabbed the tip of the whip from behind: "You hit someone and you still want to do it? Bullying the small?"
The driver looked back and saw a young Taoist priest, and said angrily: "Who are you? Are these just two little beggars? What do they have to do with you!"
"You bumped into someone, that's your business! I can't ignore the injustice when I see it!" Tong Weizi said in a rare tyrannical manner: "How about I report it to the official now and let the government decide! Otherwise You take this child to see a doctor, or you pay the money honestly. This child won’t bother you, you can think about it yourself!”
Tong Weizi threw away the whip and stood aside, watching the coachman quietly.
More and more people were watching around. Many people saw two children and a Taoist priest confronting the coachman, and they started talking quietly.
Seeing this situation, the coachman did not dare to say anything more. He took out a silver coin from his arms, threw it in front of the little girl, climbed into the carriage, and drove away with a shout. The common people who were expecting to see a good show found it boring when they saw it was resolved so plainly, and left in twos and threes.
The little girl threw herself on the ground, picked up the silver, ran to the little boy and pulled him up: "You are rich, Xiaojie, you are rich! Take your mother to see a doctor!"
The little boy was still lying on the ground, picked up all the copper coins, wrapped them in his clothes, and brought them to the little girl: "Sister Yang, I will give you this money back! Thank you!"
The broken bowl had been smashed. The little girl took the copper coins in her pocket and smiled brightly.
The little boy took the silver, grinned at Tong Weizi, and ran away quickly. The little girl came to Tong Weizi with copper coins in her pocket: "I didn't expect you to be quite nice! Come on, to thank you, I'll let you grab a handful!"
Tong Weizi raised the corners of his mouth slightly, stretched out his hand, grabbed all the coins, took them out, and stared at the little girl with a playful smile.
The little girl was dumbfounded. She watched helplessly as all her copper coins were taken away. She curled her lips, but didn't say anything. She put down her pocket and turned around to leave.
"You have been working so hard, but the bowl is gone and the money is gone. Are you willing to just leave like this?" Tong Weizi said from behind.
The little girl looked back at him and said, "What's the point of being unwilling to do so? Things have already happened, so let's do what we have to do. Oops! I forgot, I still have to go to Xiaojie's house to get the cloth! I'm leaving!" After saying that, he waved his hand to Tong Weizi and chased in the direction of the little boy.
Tong Weizi was in front of the little girl in two steps: "What's your name?"
The little girl looked at Tong Weizi warily and saw that he smiled kindly and did not look like a bad person. She said quietly and shyly: "My name is... Yang Ju."
"Yang Ju... Mei Lan Zhu Ju, what a good name... I just asked for a couple of silver to treat Xiaojie's mother. I also heard that you are going to help some 'Haozi' sew clothes? But you don't have any bowl today." No more money, no more money. If you don’t think about what you’re going to eat, why don’t you help others?”
Yang Ju looked at Tong Weizi, frowned and said, "Is this worth it? I just haven't eaten one meal, and I'm not going to die from hunger. Haozi's father and mother died early, so his mother left him the clothes. Yes, there is something wrong with his hands and he can't mend his clothes. If he doesn't mend the holes, the holes will only get bigger and bigger! Also, Xiaojie's mother is sick. This is a big deal. Isn't it more important than my eating? "
Tong Weizi was stunned for a moment, slightly absent-minded. He loosened his grip and a few coins fell to the ground without him noticing. Yang Ju saw it, picked up the copper coins and stuffed them back into his hand: "Hold on, don't lose it." After saying that, she was about to avoid Tong Weizi and leave.
Tong Weizi turned around and saw Yang Ju jumping forward. He glanced down as he passed by the broken bowl, picked up the intact bottom of the broken bowl, and threw it to the ground, smashing the bottom of the bowl into pieces.
"What are you doing?" Tong Weizi stepped forward and asked.
"If the bowl is broken, the bottom of the bowl will also be broken. This is how peace comes every year."
"If the bowl is broken, even the bottom of the bowl must be broken. This is peace every year!" The young Tong Weizi broke the rice bowl. Seeing that the bottom of the bowl was intact, Guan Chenzi grabbed the bottom of the bowl and smashed it hard, raised his chin and said Tong Weizi said proudly.
Tong Weizi came back to his senses from his memory and saw that Yang Ju had walked away without knowing it. He quickly stretched out his hand to pinch her, calculated her direction, and chased after her.
After turning around the street, he saw Yang Ju within a few steps. He stepped forward and stopped her: "Do you know Zhenyang Mountain?"
"I know! Why doesn't Zhenyangshan know? Hey! Are you from Zhenyangshan?" Yang Ju asked in slight surprise.
Tongweizi casually took out a handkerchief from the bag, wrapped the copper coins carefully, and handed it to Yang Ju: "Well, I am Tongweizi from Zhenyang Mountain. Do you want to go to Zhenyang Mountain?"
"I want to..." Zhenyang Mountain is the largest sect in Daqi, and many people want to go there but there is no way out!
"Follow me!" Tong Weizi smiled and stretched out his hand. Yang Ju hesitated for a moment, then slowly stretched out her hand, raised her head and said, "Can I go and mend Haozi's clothes first?"
Tong Weizi smiled, very happily.
It was already dusk when the strange combination of the young Taoist priest and the little girl left the capital. When the two of them left the city, they passed by a group of soldiers and horses.
A carriage slowly entered the capital from the West Gate, and there was a faint coughing sound from the carriage.
