The Shuntian Prefecture Yamen was not far from the Ministry of Justice Yamen, only two streets away. Zhu Ping'an, dressed in casual clothes and carrying a cloth bag across his shoulder, walked towards the Ministry of Justice as if he was on a tour.
When passing the street in front of Shuntian Mansion, I bought three meat buns from a roadside breakfast shop and ate them while walking.
The meat buns are quite big, almost as big as the palm of your hand. The dough is fermented and the filling is pork and radish. When you take a bite, you can feel the oil flowing from the corners of your mouth. It is very fragrant. Three meat buns for ten coins are very substantial.
Meat buns go best with porridge, but in a hurry to get to the Ministry of Justice, Zhu Ping'an didn't have time to drink the porridge.
Perhaps he ate too quickly, or perhaps the meat buns were too filling, Zhu Ping'an felt full after eating two and could not finish the third one.
It is not very appropriate to bring a meat bun to the Ministry of Justice to petition. It would be bad if someone with ulterior motives made a big deal out of it. I believe Zhao Daying and others will definitely not miss any opportunity to discredit me.
Zhu Pingan thought about it and decided to give the meat bun to the beggar. For the beggar, a meat bun was a pleasant surprise. But unfortunately, Zhu Pingan didn't see a beggar until he was about to cross the street.
It is not appropriate to give it to other people. You may have good intentions, but others may not appreciate it and it may cause unnecessary misunderstandings. It would be bad if others regard it as a gift from a poor family and may suspect that there is something unclean in your buns.
Imagine if you were walking on the street and someone gave you a steamed bun, what would you think
Giving to the right place is called love, otherwise it becomes a humiliation.
The Ministry of Justice is just across the street. If the right person cannot be found, this meat bun will be left to gather dust.
Hard work pays off. Zhu Ping'an looked around and finally found two little beggars not far ahead.
They were probably brother and sister, about seven or eight years old, dressed in rags, with faces like those of little tabby cats. They stood pitifully beside the fortune-telling stall, hoping that the person who had read their fortunes would be in a good mood and give them some money.
The fortune-telling stall was set up under an old locust tree, with a cloth sign hanging above the stall, on which was inscribed "The hemp-clothed god of fortune-telling, with nothing left to chance". Behind the stall sat a Taoist priest in a blue cloth robe with a Bagua diagram drawn on it with a brush. His hair was tied up with a chopstick, and he was about fifty years old. He did not look like a swindler at all, but rather like a con man.
There was a broken wooden sword on the table. There were only a few people in front of the stall, and none of them came to pay for fortune-telling. They were not willing to spend money on fortune-telling, but just came to the stall to get divinations and chat with the fortune-teller.
"Brother, I can't eat this bun any more. You guys can help me eat it. This is your reward."
Looking at the two little beggars, Zhu Ping'an touched his pocket, walked to the little brother and sister with a smile on his face, touched the little beggar's head, and put the remaining ten coins and the meat bun in the little brother's hand.
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The hot buns and the dozen heavy coins made the two little beggars open their eyes wide.
Happiness comes too suddenly.
It feels like a dream.
The two little beggars have been guarding the fortune-telling stall since yesterday, thinking that if someone tells their fortune and they are in a good mood, they can give them a penny and then buy a steamed bun. However, the fortune-telling stall is not doing well and not many people come to tell their fortunes, let alone give them a penny. So they have been hungry since yesterday.
The steaming meat buns made the beggar brother and sister, who had been hungry for a whole day, eyes light up, especially the little sister, who kept swallowing her saliva.
The little brother looked at Zhu Ping'an with some caution, and protected his sister behind him, worried that Zhu Ping'an had ulterior motives and made excessive demands. Someone once wanted to buy his sister. Although he was young, he had heard the old beggars in the gang talk about the dirty things in the mansion, so he would not push his sister into the fire pit.
"That's right, be a man and protect your sister well. If you have any problems, you can go to Linhuaihou to find me. My name is Zhu Ping'an."
Zhu Ping'an touched the little boy's head, smiled, then got up and left.
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No requirements
The little beggar's brother was very surprised. It was only when he saw Zhu Ping'an's back as he left that he became convinced that Zhu Ping'an really had good intentions and was not a bad person.
"Thank you, big brother." The little beggar girl stretched out her little hand and put it to her mouth to make a trumpet shape, and shouted in a baby voice towards Zhu Ping'an's back.
When Zhu Ping'an heard the voice of the little beggar girl behind him, he smiled slightly, did not look back, raised his hands above his head, shook them left and right, and continued walking forward.
You can't be late for the petition in the Ministry of Justice...
The beggar brother and sister looked at Zhu Ping'an's back, and felt a warm current in their hearts. There are still many good people in the world... ...
"Eat it, sister."
The little beggar brother sniffed the fragrance, then put the meat bun in his hand into his sister's hand without hesitation.
"Brother, eat it." The little beggar sister stared at the meat bun, then shook her head and reluctantly handed the meat bun to her brother.
The two of them were polite to each other for a long time, and finally the brother divided the bun into two halves, a large half and a small half. He gave the large half to his sister and kept the small half for himself, and they both started to eat happily.
Really delicious...
Confucius didn't taste meat for three months, they haven't tasted meat for at least three years...
After Zhu Ping'an left, before he had taken a few steps, he saw a black shadow flash in front of him, and then he saw an old Taoist with his hair tied up with chopsticks and in a blue Taoist robe appear in front of him, holding a cloth banner with the words "The God of Fortune in Sackcloth Clothes, No Plans Left Out" in his hand, and stroking his beard pretentiously.
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Zhu Ping'an almost tripped over the sudden appearance of the old Taoist priest, and his heart beat faster.
Why does this appearance look so familiar? Zhu Ping'an was stunned for a moment, then he realized that this old Taoist was the old Taoist priest at the fortune-telling stall just now.
"Sir, please stay. I think you have a connection with the Three Pure Ones. Why don't you let this old Taoist tell your fortune?" The old Taoist stopped Zhu Ping'an and said, stroking his beard.
"Sorry, I believe in Buddhism."
Zhu Ping'an pulled up the corners of his mouth and smiled, blocking the old Taoist with one sentence, then walked around the old Taoist and continued forward. "Didn't I say that you, the Three Pure Ones, and I have a destiny? I'm sorry, I believe in Buddhism."
I was in a hurry to go to the Ministry of Justice to appeal, so I didn't have time to listen to his feudal superstitions. Besides, he was too unprofessional. The eight trigrams painted on his robe were blurred by sweat, and it was all black... ...
As for the Taoist's outfit, not to mention someone like me who grew up under the red flag, even the uncles and aunts on the street would hardly dress up like him... ..
However, Zhu Ping'an still underestimated the old Taoist's thick skin and was stopped again the next second.
"Well, well, Buddhism and Taoism are one family. Young master, believing in Buddhism is believing in Taoism. Young master is indeed destined to be with us, the Three Pure Ones." The old Taoist holding a cloth banner stopped Zhu Ping'an again, and talked nonsense about Buddhism and Taoism being one family without blushing at all.