Xie Fu told her about the past. Wang Wanzhi knew that Xie Fu lived a very poor life when he was a child. When he grew up, he only ate and drank everywhere. He smiled and comforted her: "A rich man may not necessarily be a good man. There is a lot missing from the fine clothes and food." Reality in the world.”
This is exactly the portrayal of Wang Wanzhi's own life.
Xie Fu smiled: "But I really want to be a rich man."
The implication is that he wants to gain the honor and status of a young master in the family.
How could Wang Wanzhi not understand and asked: "Thank you, Fu, do you like to appreciate plum blossoms?"
Appreciating plum blossoms is an elegant thing for literati. They explore and pick up gifts. Fu Xie thought for a while and said with a smile: "When I was at Daming Temple in Yangzhou, Master Ciguan especially liked to appreciate plum blossoms. I was fortunate enough to accompany him several times. Unfortunately, I have a Zen mind. If it’s not enough, you can’t appreciate the elegance and artistic conception.”
Wang Wanzhi smiled and said, "Then let me give you some advice."
Xie Fu Xinran said: "I am willing to listen to sister Wan's advice."
"Stand under the plum blossoms and wait for them to fall. When you are watching the plum blossoms, the plum blossoms are also watching you. With great observation, things and I blend together, our minds intersect, and we cherish each other."
Xie Fu was surprised to find that the rhyme of this Zen was exactly the scene when Master Ciguan was observing the plum blossoms. He blurted out: "I don't observe, the plum blossoms also observe me."
Wang Wanzhi smiled sweetly: "Fools can be taught. It doesn't matter who you envy whom."
While chatting, the waiter served the food.
Xie Fu was very hungry after a fight, so he immediately picked up the chopsticks, but saw Wang Wanzhi holding her chin with one hand, looking at him happily, and jokingly said: "Disciple girl, what are you looking at?"
Wang Wanzhi smiled slightly: "I'm watching the plum blossoms."
Xie Fu picked up a piece of red spareribs and asked, "Is this Jinling's famous sauce spareribs?"
Wang Wanzhi nodded, and Xie Fu held the sauced pork ribs and handed it to her mouth.
Wang Wan was surprised and said, "Try it first."
"No! You eat first."
Wang Wanzhi smiled, slowly opened her mouth, glanced at Xie Fu, then lowered her eyes, not looking at him, chewing in her mouth, feeling that this piece of soy pork ribs had a unique taste.
Xie Fu smiled: "Master Guanmei, how does it taste?"
"tasty."
Xie Fu imitated Wang Wanzhi's tone and said, "You are a wise man. Answer again."
"So sweet."
"Then try another piece."
Looking at the sauced pork ribs being fed to her mouth, Wang Wanzhi said lightly: "I'm not without hands."
Even so, she finally opened her mouth and let him feed her.
Although you have hands, your heart is not in them, and Xie Fu doesn't point it out. Anyway, Wang Wanzhi doesn't move her hands, so Xie Fu keeps feeding.
Wang Wan also discovered this after a while. Xie Fudu only fed her without taking a bite, so she picked up the chopsticks.
Although Xie Fu stopped feeding her, he put down his chopsticks.
Wang Wanzhi understood and said with a smile: "Don't even think about it."
"All right."
Wang Wanzhi picked up a piece of soy pork ribs and handed it to his mouth. However, she turned her head slightly and did not look at Xie Fu. She responded to what he just said without looking at it.
After a while, I felt that the sauced pork ribs were still in the chopsticks. Looking back, I saw Xie Fu's oily nose, and I couldn't help but smile.
Xie Fu then opened his mouth and ate the sauced pork ribs.
This meal was eaten with relish and there was communication between each other.
After finishing eating, Wang Wanzhi said first: "Let's go. As you said, we can only eat without leaving, and we will be full."
"Do you want to eat the King's meal?"
Wang Wanzhi suddenly realized after hearing this, and said a little nervously: "I don't have any money, what should I do?" She really didn't have this habit.
"What else can I do? You stay and work as a maid to pay for your meals."
Wang Wanzhi smiled bitterly: "I'm clumsy, so people may not want me."
"Don't worry, I've already guessed it."
Xie Fu said and took out the silver from his body.
Wang Wanzhi said a little embarrassedly: "I said I was taking you to dinner, but I asked you to pay."
The two of them walked out of the restaurant. It was just approaching dusk, and they strolled through the streets, feeling the strong atmosphere of life.
Passing by a street stall, there were many lifelike handmade products on the stalls, including animal buildings woven from bamboo, famous Jinling sights, and puppets carved from wood.
Wang Wanzhi stopped and looked towards the stall.
An old man immediately stepped forward: "Madam, sir, do you want to throw a pot?"
Xie Fu asked: "Isn't it for sale?"
The old man explained: "It's not for sale. There is a pot in front of each item. You can vote for whatever you like. If you hit it, the item is yours."
Only then did Xie Fu notice that there was a pot directly above each product.
Seeing Wang Wanzhi's interested expression, the old man turned and said, "Madam, a bamboo arrow costs a penny, and whatever you hit belongs to you."
"Okay, let's take ten arrows first."
The old man handed Wang Wanzhi ten bamboo arrows and stretched out his other hand, asking for money.
"Thank you, Fu, give me the money."
I exchanged some loose money during the meal, so Xie Fu handed the old man ten cents.
After receiving the money, the old man said: "Little lady, please stand here."
But there is a line as the boundary. The pot looks not small, but the mouth of the pot is very narrow. This distance is much farther than the normal distance of throwing the pot, which is not easy.
But for a master of martial arts like Xie Fu, it was an easy task. He said to Wang Wanzhi: "You won't be able to make a shot for a while. Whichever one you like, I will help you make the shot."
Wang Wanzhi said proudly: "You take care of it."
Taking aim with a bamboo arrow in hand.
The bamboo arrow flew out and missed.
The old man chuckled and said, "If you throw a few more shots, you'll hit."
Wang Wanzhi aimed carefully again, but the second arrow hit the pot.
Wang Wanzhi was as happy as a little girl: "I won!"
"That thing belongs to me, right?"
The old man nodded.
Wang Wanzhi shot another arrow, but whether it was luck or not, it hit again.
Xie Fu came closer and smiled: "Sister Wan, you can't tell."
Wang Wanzhi smiled: "That's right, I played this pot throwing game before when I was a child. It was just unfamiliar at first. Whatever you like, I will throw it for you."
Xie Fu pointed to the bamboo building at the end, "It's the long one."
Changganli is a famous temple in Jinling, built in the Han Dynasty.
This distance and the small mouth of the pot make it really difficult.
But after Wang Wanzhi tried four or five draws, he hit the mark.
When the old man saw it, he immediately broke into a cold sweat. This long trunk was very complicated and took him nearly half a month to compile, and it was just like that.
"Xie Fu, who else do you like? Sister Wan will vote for you."
"You can vote whatever you want, I like them all."
Wang Wanzhi pointed at the puppet and said, "Sister Chang'e, it would be nice to warm you up at night."
Hearing Wang Wanzhi say such witty words, Xie Fu smiled happily and said: "That's very good."
Two more arrows hit the Chang'e puppet.
After throwing ten arrows, Wang Wanzhi was very happy: "Fifty more arrows."
The old man was shocked after hearing this. He was planning to change the owner of the stall, but he was an honest man. Although he didn't want Wang Wanzhi to continue throwing, he still counted fifty arrows.
Then as Wang Wanzhi hit the pot one after another, the sweat on the old man's face began to increase, so much that his underwear was soaked through.
Wang Wanzhi was concentrating on throwing the pot, but Xie Fu quietly pulled the old man aside and handed the money secretly, "Uncle, I know it's hard for you to make these things up, and it's not easy. She is having fun again, so just treat it as if I bought it with you. .”
After being stunned for a moment, the old man said weakly: "Young Master, no, we agreed, if the shot hits, it will be yours."
Xie Fu didn't say anything, and forcefully stuffed the silver into the old man's rough but cracked hand.
After giving the money, the sweat on the old man's face finally stopped. When Wang Wanzhi missed the shot, the old man encouraged him: "Madam, go a little further to the left and you will hit."
Boo hoo hoo.
This whole mess was almost finished by Wang Wanzhi.
At this time Wang Wanzhi paused for a moment: "Thank you, Fu, go buy something for me."
"buy what?"
"Uh...rouge and gouache."
"This is a little lady's thing, I didn't buy it."
"Let's go."
"All right."
After Xie Fu left, Wang Wanzhi asked the old man to come over and said, "Uncle, I bought the thing I just bought. I don't have any money. I will leave this hairpin with you for now. I will ask someone to redeem it tomorrow."
When the old man heard this, he was stunned, his eyes were moist, and he almost cried.
Wang Wanzhi saw that the old man did not pick up the hairpin and said, "This hairpin is made of jade and is very valuable." The hairpin belonged to Yan Yu. Although Yan Yu was a maid, her jewelry was not bad.
The old man said: "No, the young master secretly gave me money just now."
Wang Wanzhi smiled after hearing this: "That's good. No wonder the more I hit you, the happier you are. I thought you liked doing loss-making business."
The old man looked embarrassed.
After a while, Xie Fu came back from buying rouge and gouache. The stall had become Wang Wanzhi's.
The old man helped pack it into a bag, and then Xie Fu was responsible for carrying it behind his back. The full bag looked a bit like a robber robbing a house.
Before leaving, the old man said specifically: "I wish you and your wife a happy marriage and a long life together."
Wang Wanzhi was stunned for a moment.
Xie Fu laughed loudly: "Uncle, I accept your good advice."
On the way back, Wang Wanzhi asked: "Is it heavy?"
Xie Fu responded with a smile: "It's not as heavy as a little lady anyway."
"It sounds like you have stolen a young lady."
"you guess?"
This sentence made Wang Wanzhi's cheeks turn red, which was quite beautiful.
The last glow of dusk makes the sky seem to be covered with first lights.
Passing by a house, I heard children crying and adults beating and scolding coming from the courtyard inside.
The two stopped at the same time.
Wang Wanzhi asked: "Have you ever been beaten?"
Xie Fu smiled: "I got beaten a lot."
Wang Wanzhi asked: "Then what were you thinking when you were beaten?"
Xie Fuying: "I hope this day will pass quickly. Sister Wan, have you ever been beaten?"
Wang Wanzhi smiled and said: "No, I would like someone to give me a good beating and taste what it feels like."
Xie Fu sneered: "I can satisfy you. It would be nice to spank you. I get spanked often."
Wang Wanzhi said angrily: "Don't make trouble." Then he looked at the house and said: "I will assume that it is you who is crying inside."
Xie Fu was surprised.
Wang Wanzhi smiled and said, "Watch!"
Wang Wanzhi asked Xie Fu to open the cloth bag, pick out a few children's favorite toys, and then walked towards the house.
Xie Fu said: "It's not good to break in without permission."
Wang Wanzhi, who has always been polite, said instead: "Just trespass once."
Xie Fu followed him in. This is a small family home, and there is a small courtyard as soon as you enter the door.
The owner of this family was having a baby. He was a little surprised when he saw someone walking in. He glanced at their clothes and called them respectfully: "Sir, Miss, are you okay?"
"I need to talk to the kid."
Wang Wanzhi said and walked directly towards the little boy who was beaten and had his head held.
Wang Wanzhi's grace and magnanimity would make even a wealthy young man feel frightened when he saw her, but the man remained silent and did not dare to criticize her.
Wang Wanzhi handed the toy over and said softly: "This is for you, don't cry."
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