Wu Sheng Lu Mingfei of the Dragon Clan

Chapter 83
Walking on the dark and damp bluestone road, there was a light rain last night, this city is always like this, it always rains when you inadvertently, and the flowers bloom when you inadvertently, swallows come and go, you just understand, Oh, spring is gone, it is summer solstice.

In the old saying, it's time to call Meiziqing season.

Lu Mingfei was borrowing bowls of bamboo basket bookcases made by Moonlight from his mother on his back to the scholars who went to Beijing to rush for the exam in those years. Light walks on the road with blue tiles and white walls.

It's just that what Lu Mingfei is carrying is not a bamboo basket, but a cloth bag from the boy Gongshun, and what sticks out is not a scroll, but a carefully handled drawing.

The exhaled air dispelled the white mist, and Lu Mingfei saw a girl in school uniform squatting by the wooden threshold drinking porridge, her eyes fixed on the book spread out on the small bench without blinking, it was written in classical Chinese, he heard the familiar The sentence "I don't know what to say" brought back memories.

It's the prime minister's article.

Lu Mingfei thought.

It was cold in the early morning, and the girl squatted and huddled into a ball, wrapping herself in her school uniform to barely keep warm.

The student drank the porridge one mouthful at a time, and occasionally closed the book and muttered something, and when he got it fluent, he smiled happily.Lu Mingfei kept his footsteps softer and softer, and when he passed by the girl, he made a "come on" mouth, smiled and walked away quietly.

There are always some people who have tasted the bitterness of life early.

So he ran as fast as he could.

What a time this is.

Lu Mingfei thought.

The children don't have to go hungry to pick up the broken poles and go to the battlefield.

They have food to eat and books to read, and no matter what, they will never be sold into brothels and forced to sell themselves day and night.

Probably, this is the ideal that the little emperor told him.

Live like a dream.

When I arrived at the steamed stuffed bun stall, the business was just right, and many customers surrounded me. Doudou stood on her small bench, commanding everyone like a powerful traffic police uncle, shouting in a soft voice, "Queue well", "Don't fight!" "Be obedient.

On the contrary, more than half of the customers were looking at Xiaodoudou and smiling, and some people talked to the little girl, and Doudou said with a tense face, "I'm busy, I'm busy, don't disturb Doudou's work."

Lu Mingfei couldn't help but laugh too.

They were busy, he didn't say hello, he stood behind the crowd and lined up, Lu Mingfei was not idle either, taking advantage of this spare time, he gestured in the air with his fingers.

He is writing, and the way to cultivate the mind is to cultivate the mind. As for the specific form, it varies from person to person. Lu Mingfei took the method of calligraphy, but it does not mean that one must have a pen, ink, paper and inkstone to be called calligraphy.

The ancients were too poor to afford pens, inks, papers and inkstones. Some wrote on the ground with wooden sticks, and some wrote on plantain leaves. There are so many famous artists who are so successful. Writing a book is such a simple thing. It doesn't matter how good the paper is and how good the pen is, it's basically you who write.

"You are here!"

Lu Mingfei woke up suddenly, and saw Doudou smiling at him with his fists in his arms, and Doudou's mother over there had packed the buns deftly.

Come here every day, and every time there are more than three drawers of buns, Lu Mingfei has already become a regular customer.

"Come, come, give you something good!"

Doudou pulled the corner of his clothes.

"What is it?"

Lu Mingfei answered the conversation very appreciatively.

Doudou pursed her lips, but the fleshy face still smiled, her little eyes seemed to be able to talk, and she yelled "Doudo is so happy" and "So happy, so happy".

The little girl ran to the back of the tricycle to take something, and quickly ran back.

She put her little hands behind her back mysteriously, but said to Lu Mingfei.

"You close your eyes."

"Good good."

Lu Mingfei also followed her.

"Clang clang clang!"

Lu Mingfei opened his eyes.

Doudou happily held up a glass bottle with a candy label on it.

The point is in the bottle, it's brown soil, and a good bit of poking around...

"This is... an earthworm?"

Lu Mingfei said.

"alright!"

The little girl is so proud.

"A gift from Doudou!"

"Sorry, sorry, sorry!"

Before Lu Mingfei could answer, Doudou's mother, who finished packing the buns, finally found out what was going on here, and she couldn't care less about greeting the guests, so she hurried over to apologize to Lu Mingfei.

Since Lu Mingfei came to buy buns, their business has been booming. Doudou's mother was still surprised, but a man came yesterday morning and brought a large group of people over to talk.

"Here it is, Fuwa Baozi!"

Then he happily talked about his own experience. Since he ate this steamed stuffed bun, he only bought a lottery ticket for two days, and he has already won 500 yuan.

After the man made such a publicity, wouldn't the steamed stuffed bun business be fine? Doudou's mother originally wanted to thank him, but she didn't expect this man to wave his hand and say that it has nothing to do with me. I heard people say that too.

He described it again, yes, Lu Mingfei.

After closing the stall early and returning home, Doudou's mother was still thinking about what to give Lu Mingfei, and he helped, but she didn't say anything to say that it was really unreasonable.

Probably because Xiao Doudou listened to her when she was talking, and the girl still remembered it in her heart, so today's scene happened.

"Otherwise, you will come to my house to eat buns for free in the future."

Mama Doudou said hesitantly.

"Farewell, farewell."

Lu Mingfei waved his hand.

"That's fine."

He took the glass bottle of Doudou.

I also asked Xiaodoudou.

"Did you dig it yourself?"

"alright!"

She crossed her hips.

"Doudou is amazing at digging earthworms."

"Awesome."

Lu Mingfei picked up the packed buns, left the money and left.

Doudou's mother still wants to return the money, but how can she catch up with Lu Mingfei, and there is such a big steamed stuffed bun lying around, so it doesn't matter what happens if you throw it away.

Doudou's proud laughter can be heard from a distance.

"I said he must like it!"

Just listen to Doudou's mother saying viciously.

"Wait and see if I don't spank your ass when I go back."

Doudou's small mouth is rounded.

She couldn't figure it out.

"Why do Doudou still beat Doudou when she gave him a gift!"

"Why, why!"

Lu Mingfei laughed so hard that Baozi almost choked to death.

On Ziyang Street, small stalls had already occupied their positions, and the better ones were gone. After walking back and forth, Lu Mingfei picked an open space in a corner, unfolded the rainproof cloth, and displayed the things he had bought in the past few days one by one. Calligraphy exercises.

His hands and feet are also nimble, and he has done all this in less than 10 minutes.

Finally, set up a sign next to the stall.

"Selling words, no money."

Clapping the ashes on his hands, Lu Mingfei unfolded his ponytail and sat down behind the stall. He looked up at the bright sun, and the hawking around him became more and more lively. He narrowed his eyes gently.

Gradually, people came and went, and more people came to shop for treasures. Some people stopped in front of the booth, flipped through the copybooks, clicked their tongues, and glanced at Lu Mingfei behind the booth.

"Little boss, how do you sell this word?"

Lu Mingfei, who was sketching with his finger on behalf of the pen, raised his head, glanced at the person, smiled, and pointed at the wooden sign.

"No money?"

The man read out suspiciously.

"What do you charge if you don't charge money?"

"For nothing."

Lu Mingfei clicked his tongue.

"Think beautifully."

"I don't charge money, that is, I can do anything except money. It depends on what you have and whether I am willing or not. If I agree, I will trade. If not, let it go."

The man sneered, dropped a sentence of insanity, and left.

(End of this chapter)