Chapter 54 The Little Beggar
I thought there were only three people under the corner, but Song Youan took a closer look and discovered that there were five children.
Only because they were too thin and huddled together in black tattered clothes, Song Youan couldn't see them clearly for a while.
One of the children seemed to feel Song You'an's gaze. He brushed away the messy hair from his forehead and looked at Song You'an. His eyes were extremely bright under his appearance, which was so dark that it was impossible to tell his gender.
"Girl, don't look at it. Be careful. They will come to you and ask for food."
The store brought over a basket of steaming steamed buns. When he saw Song Youan looking at the little beggar, he couldn't help but remind him.
Song Youan looked away and asked: "Are there always beggars at this intersection?"
The shopkeeper glanced at her and smiled: "Is the girl new to the neighborhood? These little beggars are there every day. Maybe the girl didn't notice them before."
"But they are just timid kids. As long as the girl doesn't take the initiative to provoke you, they won't bother you."
This steamed stuffed bun has been selling for many years, so the store owner is very familiar with everything here.
Song Youan nodded understandingly, and when he looked up again, he found that the child who had just looked at him had lowered his head. In front of them, there was only a bowl with chipped teeth for begging, but there was not even a copper plate in the bowl. No.
The steamed buns are very fragrant. The store owner said that the meat used to make the steamed buns every day is the fresh pork slaughtered by the butcher shop nearby. The neighbors around here recognize his steamed buns.
Song Youan was very hungry and finished the basket of steamed buns quickly.
She touched her sleeve pocket and took out ten taels of silver from a pile of banknotes to settle the bill. This was the smallest amount of silver she had.
"Girl, you only have twenty copper coins, I can't find ten taels of silver," the shopkeeper said.
His roadside stall collects copper coins every day, and small pieces of silver are rarely seen, let alone ten taels of silver.
No one would take ten taels of silver to eat at a bun shop.
"If you can't find it, there's no need to look for it. Please ask the store to pack some steamed buns for me." Song Youan said.
The shopkeeper heard this and said, "Even if you buy all my buns today, they are not worth ten taels of silver."
Song You'an thought for a while and said: "Then let's do this, shopkeeper. I'll keep the rest with you. From now on, you will deliver five cages of steamed buns to the little beggars opposite every day, twice a day, until supplies last."< br>
"Hey girl, are you doing good deeds?" The store owner was slightly shocked, looking at Song You'an with respect in his eyes.
Song You'an smiled: "It's not about accumulating virtues and doing good deeds. It's just that they are still young, which makes them feel so pitiful. Don't fool me, shopkeepers. I live in Fuhua Alley. These ten taels of silver are enough for them to eat for a long time. It’s time to eat.”
"Young lady is joking. I do business just to do my duty. How can I be greedy for the little beggar's buns?" The shopkeeper said as he wrapped several buns. After tying them up, he handed them to Song You'an and said, "Don't worry, girl. Leave this to me.”
Song You'an nodded, holding a vase in one hand and carrying a bun in the other and walked to the other side of the road. The shop owner of the bun shop looked over curiously.
Several little beggars raised their heads almost subconsciously and saw a beautiful sister standing in front of them.
“Let’s eat steamed buns.”
Song You'an didn't say anything more, just placed the buns wrapped in oil paper in front of several beggars.
The little beggars reacted and jumped on them together. Then each of them picked up a package and opened it. There were five buns in each package, and they were still hot.
Not caring much, several people started gobbling up the buns one after another. They only took two or three bites to eat one of the buns the size of a small fist.
It wasn't until five buns were taken care of that one of the little boys looked up and found that his beautiful sister was missing. He looked around in panic, but in the end he only saw a light cyan figure disappearing into the flashy alley opposite. "Don't eat it." The little boy said hoarsely, which made several other people stop and look at him. I saw him reaching out and holding a few unopened buns into his arms: "Leave some for the girls."
Several boys nodded one after another, seeming to listen to this boy's words.
The boy stood up, hesitated and walked towards the bun shop opposite.
What the store owner just saw clearly is that the buns that the girl took over were not finished by the beggars, so why are they here now?
"Uncle, does the sister who just gave us buns live here?"
The little boy said, pointing to the flashy alley aside.
The store owner nodded when he heard this: "Yes, you kids have met a good person. If you want to eat steamed buns in the future, just tell me, but you can't disturb my customers."
The little boy frowned when he heard this, as if he didn't understand.
"The girl didn't tell you?" The store owner was a little surprised, thinking that he really did good deeds without leaving his name, that's all, he couldn't hide it after all: "The girl left money for me and asked me to give you steamed buns every day. So come here when you are hungry.”
Only then did the little boy understand. His eyes flickered to the flashy alley, and he didn't come back to his senses for a long time.
Song You'an walked all the way to You'anju. She didn't take what happened just now seriously. She didn't do it deliberately. But when she saw the little beggar, she suddenly felt that she had made so much money in Dazhao, so she should help a group of Dazhao people. People in need.
She could help Liu Fengyan and Han Mo when they were in the restaurant, so she can also help these children today.
There is no difference between the two things in Song Youan's eyes, they are both the same.
At this time, there was a man in gray robe in front of Yuanju's door looking in through the closed door.
Song You stopped and took a closer look at this person, who was clean and well-dressed. He was about thirty years old. There happened to be passers-by passing by in the alley, so she was no longer afraid and asked directly from the stone steps: "Excuse me Who are you looking for? ”
The man was startled and jumped up. When he turned around and saw Song Youan, he couldn't help but patted his chest: "Miss Song, right?"
Song Youan nodded.
The other party came down from the stone steps, stood still and introduced himself: "I am the steward of Shangshu Mansion. My surname is Wang."
Song Youan nodded and thought about Shangshu Mansion. She seemed to have been there once, when she was delivering cakes.
"Uncle Wang, what do you want from me?" Song Youan asked.
Butler Wang said: "My wife wants to order some cakes from Miss Song. I wonder if she can make them?"
"When is it needed?"
"The day after tomorrow, the day after tomorrow, my wife invited several officials from Kyoto to come to the house to drink tea and listen to the opera..."
Song Youan nodded: "Okay, I will deliver it."
Butler Wang's eyes lit up and he took out two hundred taels of silver notes from his pocket: "Then there's Miss Laosong. I just saw the sign that no guests will be seen today. It's just that my wife asked me not to slack off, so I took the liberty to open the door through the door. Pat it, girl, don’t blame me.”
"Uncle Wang is serious, Madam Shangshu, please rest assured that the cake will be delivered on time." Song Youan said.
Asking for a monthly pass, asking for a monthly pass
(End of this chapter)