When Zhang Xiaobao was talking, he had already started the charcoal fire, and Wang Juan was roasting a bunch of "vegetarian" rolls of dried tofu, green onions, chives and shredded ham.
Because other things take a long time to eat, brush this oil once, turn it over twice, and you can eat it. The fire is good, the speed is fast, and it won’t be used for half a minute.
Huang Yaoben took a look and put a few skewers on the grill, but obviously, he was not thinking about eating. Seeing the god next to him got up and planned to grill a lot of skewers at the same time, he leaned in immediately, thinking about it. Share point.
"You are not sick." Zhang Xiaobao signaled to Huang Yaoben that he didn't need to help. He twisted the whole bunch of meat skewers into a fan and slapped it lightly on the grill. The water on the meat fell on the charcoal fire and made a "chicking" sound. And there was a mist of water with a little fishy smell rising.
"Then, what is mine?" Huang Yaoben asked, and he became confused again, the charcoal fire was too red, and the skewers and bamboo sticks he put on were black before and after.
Zhang Xiaobao just scanned it and knew that Huang Yao didn't do such a job at home. Why don't you panic? Wouldn't it be okay to pick up the meat skewers? A dude, could he still think of what Mengzi said? But that's not what people mean.
"You have to be diligent in doing small things on weekdays." Zhang Xiaobao persuaded Huang Yaoben.
Huang Yao knew that he was referring to his current situation. He looked embarrassed and explained: "When I was young, no one asked me to do it. When I grow up, I won't do it. Therefore, I don't want to do it because I am afraid that people will laugh at their hands."
"It’s no good not to be afraid of people’s jokes. Laughing is a kind of derogation. Isn’t it another way of encouragement? What are you afraid of being laughed at? Know what is not enough, make a little improvement, and when you do well, laugh at people. People are not as good as people."
Zhang Xiaobao admired Huang Yaoben very much through the previous conversations, so I would say a few more words. If he changed his identity as an ordinary person, Zhang Xiaobao would not say that he is a good teacher, and people may not like to listen.
Huang Yaoben was very clever. He turned the meat skewers back and forth like Zhang Xiaobao, and echoed: "Yes, people who laugh only see the shortness of others. Given the length of one's own length and the shortness of others, one's own shortness will last forever. Teachers, take the best and make up for their shortcomings. Therefore, those who laugh at others are better off being laughed at but not ashamed of their shortcomings and easy to ask."
"What are you talking about?" When Zhang Xiaobao and Huang Yaoben were talking, the guy in the store just came over with a small jar of wine in his hand, and he asked in a dazed manner when they heard the words.
Upon seeing Wang Juan, he knew that the young man had come to give away a jar of wine, and it was probably the money that the young man had paid for himself. He thought about it for a while, and instead of paying for it, he said to the young man:
"Two of them, one said that you don’t usually do work, and the other said that when I was young, my family wouldn’t allow me to do it. Later, when I grew up and wanted to learn, I was afraid of other people’s jokes. If you laugh at you, you should treat it as the reason for your hard work. If you study hard, the people who laugh at you are not as good as you.
Another said, yes, the person who digests me compares my strengths with someone who is just starting to learn, and feels that he is better than he wins. In fact, his weaknesses can never be improved. See Three people, there must be one of them who can be my teacher. That is to say, they have something better than themselves. After learning, they have a little more ability. Therefore, people who laugh at others cannot compare to him in terms of humility and study. In comparison, the one who is inferior to him. "
Young man Yang Dongshui heard Wang Juan's words, his eyes lit up, and he nodded happily: "Thank you, I know, I will definitely study hard in the future. When I see others, I first think about his better than me. This jar of wine, Yes... I gave it to the gods, no, respect, respect."
Wang Juan nodded slightly, and said to the young man Yang Dongshui: "I will wait for the fate, go, and ask him, let him pick up your wine."
Zhang Xiaobao, who is baking something, is depressed, why is it me again? You don't pay for the wine, you have to talk, and then let me pick it up. If I take the wine, it will definitely benefit others. It is said that it is predestined, and it is respected by others. At least it has to be instructed.
Zhang Xiaobao complained in his heart, and looked at Wang Juan, which meant that, that is, I, I can't be scammed by you for another person.
Wang Juan blinked, changed an eggplant, took the wire mesh and put it on the grill, meaning, you'll return it to me later and roast the garlic eggplant. Hurry up and tell the guy.
After the two people communicated silently, Zhang Xiaobao compromised and moved the uncooked meat skewers to the small fire area, turned around and took the wine jar, and said to Yang Dongshui: "It is better to teach people to fish than to teach people to fish, and to give you millions. It’s better to pass on your wealth and get paper and pen."
Yang Dongshui was trembling with excitement when he heard Zhang Xiaobao's words, his legs stiffened, he moved stupidly, turned around very hard, and walked back a few steps before he softened. He looked back and looked at the fluttering beard in disbelief. The god, the muscles on his face made various irregular jitters, and he strode away and ran away.
Huang Yaoben looked at it enviously, and thought, can a jar of wine get so many benefits
Thinking of the guests I invited today, I faintly anticipated that the money I spent could buy a lot of jars of wine.
Wang Juan's eyes were crescent-shaped with a happy smile on his face. This was the man he had chosen. It seemed that he could not be troubled by anything, and he had an idea in the blink of an eye.
Yang Dongshui went fast and came back just as fast, holding up a bunch of things, pen, ink, paper and inkstone.
When he got closer, he pulled out the board clamped under his arm and supported it with his hand, so that the fairy had something to cushion.
"You don't know how to take a pencil?" Zhang Xiaobao first looked at Wang Juan's eggplant on the wire fence, cut it open with a knife, and turned around to study the ink.
"God can also use pencils?" Yang Dongshui asked embarrassedly.
Huang Yaoben said: "The gods are omnipotent."
Fortunately, Zhang Xiaobao has been practicing. He has practiced with Wang Juan since he was a child. There are also old men who are not afraid to write calligraphy with a brush. He thinks about it when he lifts the pen. The wrist moves and writes on paper in block letters.
After finishing the writing in a while, he told the young man Yang Dongshui: "Remember, you can't substitute other cheap ingredients. Because the sweetness of sugar is different, you need to taste it every time. Don't put too much, especially for children who like to eat. It’s not good for your health after a lot of time. The water inside must be cleaned of internal organs and then salted, and the overnight products are not allowed to be sold, otherwise I will accept you at any time."
Yang Dongshui nodded again and again: "Don't dare, don't dare, everything that listens to the old god, old god, what is written on it? If I ask someone to ask, what should others learn? You passed it to me, the old god."
"You... illiterate?" Zhang Xiaobao's expression changed.
"My home was originally from the west. When I came with my family, I was already thirteen years old. Now I have not been naturalized. My father said that multiple labor is better. After naturalization, I have to go to school. So, Live like this first."
Yang Dongshui explained.
Huang Yao looked at Yang Dongshui in surprise, and asked, "Who gave your name? Who gave your health certificate?"
"The health certificate has nothing to do with hometown. Health is health. My name... The name was given by a fortune teller. It didn't cost money to say, say... Say the willow wood next to the embankment and keep Dongliu Shui forever." Yang Dongshui said.
Huang Yao originally understood. The boy didn’t even have a last name before. He sighed and said, “That fortune-telling man is good. The Yellow and Yangtze rivers flow eastward. He hopes that you will come from there and be guarded like other people in this country. Own country."
Yang Dongshui still nodded: "I swear, I will be good to this country. Actually, I am from this country. Really, it is better to live here than in the old place. I ask, who should I look for? I have to do it while listening to others, otherwise I can’t remember and my family is illiterate.”
"You..." Huang Yao was embarrassed, so he couldn't teach him now. If he asked him to find someone else, what should he do if they learn it
Think about it, Huang Yao had an idea: "In this way, you are waiting to have time to go to the restaurant of King Zhang's family. Both Haiyunjian and Bihaiyinsha will do. Just grab one of their people and say that you have found someone who can make money. Method, let the person who is held by you teach you personally."
"That... can do it? They can't learn it and use it for themselves?" Yang Dongshui finally knew the pain of illiteracy at this moment, and could not find someone to teach him a recipe given by a fairy.
Huang Yaoben sneered: "Hehe, don't worry, if you look for them, they won't ask for your things, and they will teach you seriously until they teach you, help you keep them secret, and even tell you how to prevent others from learning it easily. "
"Why?" The boy was puzzled.
"You are ashamed to say that you are from Datang, because you can use this to make money. Then you can learn to teach your family. You should go to school in your place of naturalization. If you have money in your family, how can you care about your labor?"
Huang Yaoben shook his head, saying that this person is stupid, and the Zhang family will covet your little stuff.
"I, I still have younger brothers and sisters here." Yang Dongshui meant that there were more children in the family and more labor.
"All go to school, let me tell you. If both of Zhang and Wang's family can't believe it, there will be nothing in life that can be trusted. In fact, you just have to ask, anyone in the family, and you will be checked immediately when you teach you. Son, when you don’t want to go to school, you won’t be able to stop it."
Huang Yaoben helped Yang Dongshui fold the paper that had been dried with ink, and said to him.
There was a glimmer of hope in Yang Dongshui's eyes. He had always expected to go to school to learn to read. He gratefully looked at the two gods and a rich man in front of him, kneeled on the ground and knocked three heads respectfully, got up, picked up something and ran away.
Huang Yaoben smiled. Yang Dongshui didn't say thank you just now. He told himself three, Daeen didn't say thank you. Maybe he didn't know the meaning of these five words, but he expressed it.
"Qinghong, what skill did you pass to him?" Wang Juan asked Zhang Xiaobao without seeing the words on the paper.
Zhang Xiaobao was almost questioned by Wang Juan, what other skills, and how many skills do you know
Thinking like this in his heart, he said in his mouth: "The one with meatballs and fishballs, I told him to buy meat that was not sold by others on the day. Mix and make, then add starch, steam it, and sell it."