"Woooooo~"
A child was thrown to the ground, and the candy man in his hand also fell to the ground and shattered to pieces. The two pigtailed boys covered their eyes and cried.
The eyes of tourists, pilgrims and vendors all around suddenly fell on Bai Jun.
An aunt and sister pointed behind me and said, "Look at this guy, he's bullying a kid. He's such a grown-up, and he looks so pretty..."
The corner of Bai Jun's mouth twitched. He could hear clearly beyond the hearing of ordinary people, but he didn't care about it. Instead, he bent down and helped the little boy up. He smiled and said, "Stop crying. Uncle will take you to buy candy." , can I pay you two more?"
The little boy stopped crying instantly and hiccupped as he spoke: "Really, really?"
Bai Jun smiled and said, "Really, I never lie to children."
So, Bai Yan took the little boy's hand and came to the candy seller's stall, and said to the vendor: "Bring me two candy men."
The vendor was an old man in his fifties, with a long-lasting smile on his face, "Okay, sir, what kind do you want? I have sugar figures, people made of flowers and plants, and various animal shapes. of."
Bai Jun looked at the little boy and said with a smile, "Just pick what you like."
The little boy immediately said excitedly: "Thank you, uncle.
I want to spin the disk, I want to spin the disk. "
The old man smiled and took out a disk with flowers, birds, insects, fish and various characters on it, and said: "Little guy, you can spin it, and the one you point to will be the one!"
The little boy nodded and carefully turned the small pointer with his hand. The pointer then rotated five or six times and finally settled on a little sugar man.
He turned around again without pausing, and this time he pointed at another candy man.
The old man said: "I'm pretty lucky. I mean a couple, Tang Yiyi and Tang Guanren. Wait, old man, I'll start doing it right away."
After that, he skillfully lit a fire for the stove, poured two lumps of sugar on the partition and gradually melted it. The old man used a slender chopstick to draw lines on the partition, like calligraphy. Using the dragon-snake trend, it only took a short while to draw lines that looked like two candy figures. Then he turned off the fire and placed two candy picks to catch them. After a while, they cooled and solidified into a candy figure.
The old man picked up the copy board and copied it gently, and the two candy figures were completely completed. He handed it to the little boy and said with a smile, "Hold it, don't drop it to the ground."
The little boy took the two vivid candy figures and said with a smile: "I know, old man."
Bai Jun smiled and asked, "How much is it?"
The old man wiped his hands on his apron and said with a smile: "One candy man costs two cents, and two candies cost four cents."
When Bai Jun heard this, he put his hand into his sleeve and touched it. After searching for a long time, he took out the smallest piece of silver and said, "Just look for it."
When the old man saw that it was Yinliang, he hurriedly said, "Please wait a moment, sir."
He took the silver, bit it, and touched it, and then took out a small iron box from under the stall. When he opened the iron box, there were copper coins with patina. After searching for a long time, he said with a confused look on his face: "Objective Is there any smaller silver? I'm afraid I won't be able to exchange it here."
Bai Jun smiled and said: "This is my smallest piece of silver. In this case, just remember it. From now on, when this little boy comes to your place to eat candy, it will be counted as this piece of silver. Whenever you feel that you have enough money, you can Give him candy to eat.”
The little boy said happily: "Uncle, you are so good."
After hearing this, the old man was moved and said: "Thank you for your kindness, young master. I can't thank you enough. My wife is still ill in bed. With your money, I can always pick up some medicine."
Bai Jun heard the sound and saw that the old man's wrinkles full of traces of time were full of poverty. He sighed: "You deserve this, don't thank me."
He said to the little boy: "Go home quickly, be careful that Ren Yazi will take you away."
The little boy was sweetening the candy and said with a happy and innocent expression: "Thank you, uncle, my mother is selling bean curd in front. I won't lose it. Who dares to abduct a child in front of the mountain god grandpa?"
Bai Jun burst out laughing after hearing this, and waved goodbye to the little boy. The old man selling candy, the bitterness of the years has settled in the candy man, it is the sweetness of an innocent child in his childhood.
Sugarman was an intangible cultural heritage skill in previous lives and has been passed down for thousands of years. Hard-working craftsmen rely on it to make a living and pass it on from generation to generation. This kind of cultural deposit has a sense of history.
This kind of inheritance can also support the family in future generations. Although it is not enough to make a family rich, fortunately, what is passed down is not poverty.
Bai Jun was deeply touched and continued walking up the mountain. He saw all kinds of festoons and numerous trinkets and decorations. He stopped in front of a girl's stall and chose a wooden hairpin with no pattern. He smiled. Asked: "Girl, how much does this hairpin cost?"
The girl with braids looked up and saw the bright and smiling young man standing in front of her. She blushed instantly and whispered: "Thirty coins! No, twenty coins."
Bai Jun was stunned. He knew he should have collected some copper coins from the candy seller, otherwise he would always be in trouble. He crushed a piece of silver from his sleeve, took out a silver nugget that was no bigger than the fingernail of his little finger, and said with a smile: "Look for it, girl."
The girl took the silver piece and accidentally touched Bai Jun's finger. She couldn't help but feel guilty. She hurriedly took back her hand and took out a silver piece almost as big as a peanut from a purse and handed it to Bai Jun, saying: "Master, take it." I'm afraid my estimation is not accurate. If the scale is not accurate, you can come back to me to check it."
Bai Jun took the silver and said with a smile: "No need, thank you. Miss." After saying that, he picked up the wooden hairpin and tied up his somewhat scattered hair. Suddenly, his delicate face became more refined without the hair covering it.
"Girl, please take a look. Is my hairpin tilted?"
The girl hurriedly said: "No, no, the young master's hairpin is so beautiful. Ah, no, the hairpin is straightened."
Bai Jun burst out laughing when he heard this: "Thank you very much for the compliment, girl. I'll take my leave."
Looking at the tall and tall figure leaving, the girl's heart was full of nostalgia and reluctance. She had never met such a handsome and gentle man. Unfortunately...she was just a woman from an average family, how could she deserve such a man? man?
Bai Jun's face has changed to be different from the one on the statue. It is already three to five points inferior to his original appearance, and it has not caused any trouble.
As he walked through this section of the road, he saw fortune tellers everywhere, as if he had seen this kind of scene outside the hospital before.
But looking at them one by one, none of them have magic power. They just rely on ordinary Bagua divination numbers, and many of them are even fake.
Bai Jun didn't care whether it was true or false, so he raised his feet and walked towards the temple.
"Hey, this young master, do you want to come and tell your fortune? I see that you have a bloody look on your face. I'm afraid there will be a big disaster in the near future! I can help you to solve the misfortune."
A thin fortune teller held a yellowed ancient book and advised Bai Jun.
"Oh? Are you talking about me?"
Bai Jun turned around and looked at the fortune teller with a smile.
(End of chapter)
