Stealing food must not be done often.
Looking at Master Feng's bun shop that had just opened in the distance, Lu Yuan straightened his clothes and walked over.
Master Feng is a tall, middle-aged man. Like any hard-working working people, he has a strong body and a dark face. Although his hair has some gray stubble, he can sit up and stand with great energy.
"Good morning, Master Feng." Lu Yuan stepped forward and followed the example of others and bowed respectfully.
Master Feng got up early in the morning, and he and his wife got up at the fourth watch. They were busy chopping stuffings, kneading dough, and making buns for an hour. After putting the steamer on the bun drawer, he was ready to open the business and say hello. Those who have breakfast. Old Feng was holding the door panel when he unexpectedly saw a beautiful little boy saluting him like an adult. Old Feng quickly put down the door panel and returned the gift.
"Is there something wrong with this little brother?"
Before Lu Yuan could say anything, his face turned red.
"Master Feng, I...I admit my mistake to you. I stole your buns yesterday."
Old Feng took a closer look and saw that this child had red lips, white teeth, pink hands and feet, and was so polite. He was not like those thieves and beggars on the street. He was probably a child from a wealthy family, and he just took two buns without any money. .
"You can't call me a thief. I'm a talented guy. It doesn't matter if I eat two buns from Old Feng. It was Old Feng who invited me."
"Master Feng, I..." Before Lu Yuan could finish his words, tears fell down. This is what Lu Yuan thought of. If he was really polite to Lao Feng and then introduced himself as if he were applying for a job, Lao Feng would probably ask someone to catch the monster.
As a child now, when faced with grievances, of course he mainly cries.
Whenever a beautiful child like Lu Yuan cries, those who look at him will feel a little distressed. Lao Feng didn't have any children at home. Seeing that he was getting older, he was looking forward to his wife's pregnancy day and night, and he was obsessed with thinking about children. When he saw Lu Yuan crying and seeing someone coming from a distance, he quickly pulled Lu Yuan into the door and then closed the door.
At this time, Old Feng's wife came out of the inner room. She was a woman under thirty, wearing a blue cloth dress and looking like an ordinary person.
She saw Lao Feng pulling a good-looking child into the store. The child was still crying, and Lao Feng went to hold the door open again. He was immediately startled and rushed over to slap Old Feng hard on the back several times.
"Master! You are crazy! Give this child back quickly!"
The two people explained again.
When he turned around, Lu Yuan sobbed and told about his "experience", which made the two kind-hearted people shed tears together.
Lu Yuan didn't make up anything unnecessary. He just said that he woke up by the river and followed people into the city. He couldn't remember anything about the previous situation and only talked about a few experiences after entering the city.
As he expected, Lu Yuan only told it from the child's perspective, and Old Feng and his wife would naturally "add" the reasonable parts in their minds.
Speaking of the Yuan Dynasty, it was not a peaceful and prosperous land.
As lower-class Han Chinese, officials are nothing more than a donkey. The average person is nothing more than a piece of shit, and living can only be called a living. As the old capital of Lin'an, the cruel cruelties of the Yuan people were even worse!
It was not until the last two or three decades that Lin'an's population dropped by almost 70 to 80%, and the brutality slowly stopped.
When Lao Feng was a child, he often saw the Yuan people driving large numbers of Han people through the market like cattle. Among them, the elderly and children were crying, officials were lost, wives and concubines were disheveled, etc. It was too much to describe. In the process, countless people were frightened to death and crazy.
Lao Feng just thought that Lu Yuan's family had suffered a tragedy and that only one child had escaped. He was so frightened that he couldn't remember what happened.
The couple looked at each other, both wanting to take Lu Yuan in.
If the child's family is still there and one day finds him, then Mr. and Mrs. Feng will just regard it as a good deed, and the gods and Buddhas will bless the family with endless fragrance.
If the child's family is not around, having a child at home can also be a good sign. The child is born like a boy sent to Guanyin, so maybe he will bring a child. Even if...you really can't have children, there is still someone to take care of you in old age, right?
Of course, the old Feng couple would not dare to think of letting Lu Yuan enter the Feng family's ancestral temple. Looking at the child's appearance, you can tell that he has a high status. Such a child is not what Mr. and Mrs. Feng expected.
As for risk, there really is no risk.
These days, to track down someone, you basically rely on just asking. If a person falls into a city as big as Lin'an, where can he find him?
The next day, Old Aunt Feng took Lu Yuan out for a walk early, and brought Lu Yuan back in front of the neighbors. She only said that it was her nephew who came to help. The neighbors were only curious about this young man's handsomeness, but no one took him seriously.
Lao Feng's bun shop is not big, with two rooms at the front and back. The large room in front only has a few long benches for guests eating steamed buns to rest. At the back is the kitchen and living quarters. Old Feng gave Lu Yuan a small room to come out and finally settled down.
Fetching water, grinding flour, and chopping stuffing for steamed buns every day, the days passed like this, and in the blink of an eye, half a month passed.
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Lu Yuan knew too little about this era. After all, he was only a science student, and he worked in computers... The most useless profession in retro travel.
The buns are spread on the roadside from the south gate to the east gate of Lin'an.
It can be said that Lin'an's city wall was demolished by the Yuan people and was never rebuilt. Of the eight city gates up, down, left, and right, only four are still intact, and only the south gate and east gate are open daily.
The south gate is connected to the main commercial route. Pedestrians traveling from south to north usually enter the city through the south gate. After doing some buying and selling, they leave the city through the east gate. There were some unlucky words here, but Lu Yuan didn't bother to inquire.
The market in the city is located in the southeast of Lin'an City. You can go to the market on even days, so there are many travelers from all over the guests. Lu Yuan's steamed bun shop only sells one kind of steamed buns, which is cheap and affordable and located on the roadside. For the guests who pass by here, those who are rich will naturally go to wine shops and inns. Those who are short of money will buy a few big buns to satisfy their hunger. At least they have a place to sit, which is not shameful.
Lu Yuan greets these guests who come from north to south every day, listens to their chat, carefully looks at the color of the luggage, and can't help but feel a little confused. It’s really strange to see people walking long distances, many of whom are Han Chinese armed with swords and swords.
Were the policies of the Yuan Dynasty so relaxed? After asking Uncle Feng, I found out that the imperial court only banned weapons and horses? ! Is it safe and legal to go out on the streets armed with controlled knives, hunting bows, etc.? ! This makes me so embarrassed!
In fact, because the country has been peaceful for a long time, even horses are at a level where the people do not care about officials. Most wealthy families kept one or two groups of horses, and caravans were equipped with a large number of mules and horses when going out. But was this really the Yuan Dynasty?
Although he lacked historical knowledge, Lu Yuan did not lack common sense.
After Lu Yuan finished working at the back, he would go to the front to help.
Most of the people in front are traveling businessmen or servants, and no tables are needed. A plate of large steamed buns is placed in the middle of the stool, with two large tea bowls placed on both sides. As soon as two people sit down, they can start eating.
Lu Yuan just helped put on the buns or refilled the water. Because he was wearing a coarse cloth and had some stove dust on his hands, feet and face, no one would think that this dirty child was anything special.
That afternoon, Lu Yuan, who had a little leisure time, was eating steamed buns for lunch when a few monks in Tsing Yi walked in through the dusty outside.
Lu Yuan saw that they all had ring scars on their heads, so they were obviously real monks. But they all have strong bodies, hold swords and Zen staffs, and look like those who practice escorts. He had just walked through, and for a moment he was not sure whether the current monk was paying for the meal or alms for alms, so he couldn't help but stay there.
Of course, the monks would not pay much attention to a dazed child. Several monks sat down in twos and one monk shouted loudly, "Shop, here are ten pounds of plain steamed buns!"
The sound was like a loud bell, causing Lu Yuan, who was in a daze, to cry out in surprise, "Oh!" He is not uncommon, his voice is so loud and weird! Even the echo made the house tremble, and Pavarotti could only sing to this extent.
The leading middle-aged monk snorted softly, "Huifeng, please keep your voice down, you may scare the little benefactor."
The young monk who spoke immediately stood up respectfully and replied, "Yes, Uncle Master."
At this time, Uncle Feng brought the buns up, and the young monk named Hui Feng reached out to take the teapot from Lu Yuan's hand and filled several monks with tea.
After everyone had eaten, Huifeng said shyly to Lu Yuan, "I'm sorry, I scared you just now."
Although he lowered his voice, unfortunately he seemed to have a naturally loud voice, so everyone could still hear him clearly. Several younger monks also chuckled.
Lu Yuan felt that the name Huifeng was familiar, and although these monks carried weapons with them, they were very kind, and he felt very good about him. He already had some doubts about the dynasty he was currently living in, and now felt that this was an opportunity to test.
Ten kilograms of steamed buns is a lot, and it would fill more than ten ocean bowls. Lu Yuan was waiting beside him, taking away the empty bowls and filling them with new buns at any time. The few monks didn't say anything, and ate the steamed buns with vegetarian fillings like a storm.
When Lu Yuan spotted an empty bowl being replaced, he pretended not to see the Zen staff leaning on the side and tripped on it.
Unexpectedly, this Zen staff looks inconspicuous, but it is made of fine iron and weighs fifty or sixty pounds. Lu Yuan was not mentally prepared, and without exerting any strength on his feet, he threw himself and fell out. It's nothing if you drop it yourself. This big pottery bowl costs more than ten cents. If it breaks, it will make Uncle Feng very distressed.
At this time, the monk named Hui Feng quickly stretched out his hand. Lu Yuan felt that he could not help but turn around with a force, and then stood there steadily.
"Are you... a hero?!" Lu Yuan asked with a look of surprise as he put down the bowl of sea.
Buddha, you tricked me! There is such an unscientific thing as martial arts in this world? !
"Haha," Monk Huifeng smiled and waved his hand, "Little brother, I am just an ordinary monk, not a hero."
"You must be a hero!" Lu Yuan showed his childlike persistence.
Huifeng shook his head, "I don't dare to take it. It's just the first time for a monk to become a monk. If you say it, it will make people laugh."
"Every hero helps others. If you help me, you are also a hero."
The leading monk also nodded to Huifeng, indicating that he had done a good job. Huifeng touched his bald head and didn't know how to deal with it.
"Dare I ask the master's name?" Seeing Lu Yuan clasping his fists like a little adult, several monks smiled and looked at Huifeng and the child messing around.
Huifeng was also a restless master in the school, but this time when he went out to do business, he looked quite orderly. Seeing that none of the masters and uncles cared about it now, he smiled and clasped his fists and replied, "The poor monk Hui Feng of the Shaolin School."
"Shaolin Sect!" Huifeng's answer really shocked Lu Yuan. Is there really a Shaolin Sect? ! Wasn't it created by some fair-weather monk just to go public? !
"Oh? Do you know the Shaolin sect?" Hui Feng couldn't believe that a kid from a bun shop also knew the name of the sect, and several monks turned their attention.
"Of course I know," Lu Yuan said, "I know a lot", "'The world's martial arts comes from Shaolin'! The Shaolin sect is the best sect in the world!"
Several monks couldn't help but smile. The middle-aged ones were better, but the young monks were already smiling with their teeth exposed. Everyone is thinking that this temple has been passed down for thousands of years, with countless masters during this period. The inheritance is spread all over the world, and even the children in the city have admired our name for a long time.
The leading monk put down the food in his hands, stood up solemnly and clasped his hands together, saying, "The little benefactor is too much to praise, too much to praise."
It's a matter of our sect's reputation, even if it's a naughty boy, we can't ignore it.
Lu Yuan pestered Hui Feng again and asked him this and that. Unfortunately, Monk Hui Feng regarded him as a child, so naturally he didn't want to say more, nor would he use words to deceive him. He just made fun of him casually. Lu Yuan was helpless. Who allowed him to be a child now?
"Brother, please help me prepare ten kilograms of plain steamed buns to take away." The leading monk said.
Lu Yuan agreed, let Monk Huifeng go, and ran to the back room. Before entering the door, he heard the leading monk whisper an order. Lu Yuan had excellent hearing. He heard this sentence clearly, and it was like a thunderbolt hitting the top of his head, making him dizzy.
"This time we must stop Zhang Wuxia and keep Senior Brother Du Dajin's family intact. Although Senior Brother Du Dajin is in the wrong in this matter, Wudang wants to destroy other families at every turn, so we cannot lose the reputation of our sect!"
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