Just as Ning Hongzhao picked up the tea cup and was about to drink it, he heard noise coming from outside the room.
He put down the cup and asked the little servant outside the door: "Wood, what's the matter?"
Wood responded, "My son, there is a kid selling dried fruits. I said you have ordered the tea shop, but he insisted that it is different from the one sold downstairs. He wants you to taste it and wants you to buy it. "
Ning Hongzhao's lips were bent, and he sat down and said, "Come in."
Wood heard the words and opened the door of the room.
A thin, dirty child came in with a small wooden basket and limped in.
"The son is auspicious. The small one sells dried fruits in North and South Street. The small dried fruits are the best in Jiangbei Prefecture. Would you like to try it?"
Ning Hongzhao glanced at the dried fruits in his small wooden basket. The color was actually worse than the ones sold in this teahouse, and even mixed with a lot of stones.
He asked: "How do you sell dried fruits?"
The child replied: "A handful of sixty essays."
"Little guy, this teahouse only costs 30 wen per catty. You are too bad for my son," Muko came in behind him. Hearing his offer, he couldn't help but interrupt, "You Didn't the dried fruit come from silver?"
Hearing the wood's dislike, the child unwillingly grabbed a handful of it in the basket and wanted to pass it to Ning Hongzhao: "My son, you can taste it. It's really delicious, please buy it if you are a little one."
He still has ashes on his hands and even soil hidden in his nails.
Mu Mu wanted to stop him, but Ning Hongzhao reached out to stop him.
"What if I don't buy it?" Ning Hongzhao asked.
When the child heard this, he knelt down for Ning Hongzhao, held up the dried fruit in his hand, trying to persuade him: "My son, I beg you to be merciful and help him buy some."
"I can buy all your dried fruits for you, and even give you some extra silver," Ning Hongzhao stretched out his hand, put a few pieces of silver on the table, and not far away, put down an ingot of silver alone. Then he continued, "But how do you guarantee that after you leave the teahouse, the money will still be yours?"
The child was stunned when he heard the words, his eyes did not stay on the silver for too long, instead he stuffed the dried fruit back into the small wooden blue, and kowtowed to Ning Hongzhao: "Master, please teach me."
In the distance, watching the child kneeling and kowtow to Ning Hongzhao, Leng Mingyu asked Zelan curiously: "Sister, why should a little beggar sell dried fruits to Young Master Ning?"
"To test his kindness." Zelan shared a handful of dried fruits to him and explained.
Leng Mingyu took it, but put it in his hand and didn't babble, but tried to analyze: "Oh, it depends on whether he buys or not, right? The little beggar is so poorly dressed, if he doesn't buy it, there is no kindness. If he Buying is very kind."
An Zhi smiled and shook his head: "Yes, nor is it."
Leng Mingyu tilted his head and asked puzzledly: "Why?"
"Brother, when we look at things, we must not confine ourselves to the surface. We must learn to observe carefully and see the essence through the phenomenon. The little beggar is pitiful, but the dried fruits he sells are inferior to others, and even a lot of them are mixed. Stones are hard to speak, but they are more than twice as expensive as others. Obviously they are not worth buying. If you look at a person as pitiful, regardless of whether the other person is good or bad, help the other person unconditionally, or even help each other. This is called the flood of kindness, suitable for being a Virgin, not suitable for being a good son-in-law." Zelan explained patiently while peeling the dried fruit.
Leng Mingyu suddenly realized, and then curiously asked: "But he is rich. If he doesn't even want to publish sixty pens, wouldn't he have no kindness at all? Such a person is not a good person."