White snake fairy in the world

Chapter 107

"woooooooo~"

A child was thrown to the ground, and the sugar figurine in his hand fell to the ground and was smashed to pieces. The two braided boys covered their eyes and cried.

The eyes of the tourists, pilgrims and peddlers all fell on Bai Jun.

An aunt pointed behind her and said, "Look at this man, he's even bullying children. Such a grown-up man, he looks so handsome..."

The corners of Bai Yan's mouth twitched, and he could hear clearly with his hearing beyond ordinary people, but he didn't care about it, but bent down to help the little boy up, and said with a smile: "Don't cry, uncle will take you to buy sugar man , can I pay you two more?"

The little boy stopped crying for a moment, hiccupped while talking: "Really, really?"

Bai Yun smiled and said, "Really, I never lie to children."

So, Bai Jun took the little boy by the hand and came to the sugar man's stall, and said to the vendor, "Bring me two sugar men."

The peddler is an old man in his 50s, with a long-lasting smile on his face, "Okay, sir, what do you want? I have sugar figurines here, as well as those made into human flowers and plants, and various beast-shaped ones." .”

Bai Yan looked at the little boy and said with a smile, "You can choose what you like."

The little boy immediately excitedly said: "Thank you uncle.

I'm going to turn the disc, I'm going to turn the disc. "

The old man smiled and took out a disc with paintings of flowers, birds, insects, fish and various characters, and said, "Little guy, come and see, whatever you point to is whoever you point to!"

The little boy nodded seriously and turned the small pointer suddenly with his hand, and the pointer started to rotate, and after five or six circles, it finally settled on a little sugar man.

He turned again without pausing, but this time he pointed to another sugar man.

The old man said: "I'm lucky, I mean a couple, Tang Yiren and Tang Guanren. Wait, old man, I'll start making it right away."

After that, he deftly lit the stove, poured two balls of sugar on the partition and gradually melted, and the old man started to draw lines on the partition with a slender chopstick, just like calligraphy with a pen. It only took a short while to draw the lines of the appearance of two sugar figures, and then turned off the fire and put two sugar picks to catch it. After a while, it cooled and solidified into a sugar figure.

The old man picked up the copying board and lightly copied the two sugar figurines. He handed them to the little boy and said with a smile: "Hold it, don't drop it on the ground and break it."

The little boy took the two vivid sugar figurines and said with a smile, "Understood, old man."

Bai Yun asked with a smile, "How much?"

The old man wiped his hands on the apron, and said with a smile, "One candy man is two pennies, and two are four grains."

Hearing this, Bai Jun reached into his sleeve and touched it. After searching for a long time, he took out the smallest piece of silver and said, "Look and find it."

When the old man saw it was the banker, he hurriedly said: "Then guest officer, wait a moment."

He took the silver, bit it, touched it again, and then took out a small iron box from the stall, opened the iron box, and inside were copper coins with copper rust. After searching for a long time, he said with a distressed face: "Objective Is there any smaller silver, I am afraid that the villain will not be able to exchange it here."

Bai Jun smiled and said: "This is my smallest silver. Since it is so, you can write it down. In the future, when the little boy comes to your place to eat sugar, it will be counted as this silver. When you think you have enough money, you can't buy it." Give him candy."

The little boy said happily, "Uncle, you are too kind."

Hearing this, the old man was touched and said: "Thank you, son, for benevolence. The little old man is very grateful. My wife is still sick in bed. With your money, I can always buy a few medicines."

Bai Yan heard the sound and saw the old man's age-marked wrinkles full of poverty, he sighed: "You deserve it, don't thank me."

He said to the little boy, "Hurry up and go home, be careful that Ren Yazi will take you away."

The little boy sweetened the candy figurine, and said innocently with a happy face: "Thank you uncle, my mother is selling tofu curds in front, and she can't get lost. Who dares to kidnap a child in front of the mountain god grandpa."

Bai Jun couldn't help laughing when he heard this, and waved goodbye to the little boy.The old man who sells sugar, the bitterness of years of vicissitudes is deposited in the sugar man, and it is the sweetness of innocent children when they were young.

The sugar figurine was an intangible cultural heritage skill in the previous life, which has been passed down for thousands of years. Every hard-working craftsman lives by it and passed it down from generation to generation. This kind of cultural accumulation has a sense of history.

This kind of inheritance can also support the family in future generations. Although it is not enough to make a fortune, fortunately, what is passed down is not poverty.

Bai Yan was quite touched, and continued to walk up the mountain. He saw a variety of flowers and decorations, and there were countless decorations. He stopped in front of a girl's stall, chose a wooden hairpin without patterns, and smiled. Asked: "Girl, what is the price of this hairpin?"

As soon as the braided girl looked up, she saw the smiling young man standing in front of her. She couldn't help but blushed instantly, and whispered, "Thirty! No, twenty."

Bai Yan was stunned for a moment, he knew that he should have collected some copper coins from the sugar seller, otherwise it would be troublesome.He crushed a piece of silver from his sleeve, and took a piece of silver that was not within reach of his little thumbnail, and said with a smile, "Miss, look for it."

The girl took the silver piece and accidentally touched Baijun's finger, she couldn't help feeling guilty, she hurriedly withdrew her hand and took a piece of silver corner that was almost as small as a peanut kernel from a purse and handed it to Baijun, saying: "Master, take it!" I'm afraid my estimate is not accurate, if there is a scale and the measurement is inaccurate, you can come to me again to exchange."

Bai Jun took the silver and said with a smile: "No need, Miss you." After finishing speaking, he picked up the wooden hairpin and put some messy hair on it, and immediately his delicate face became more refined without the hair covering it.

"Miss, please take a look, is my hairpin skewed?"

The girl hurriedly said: "No, no, the son's hairpin is so beautiful. Ah, no, the hairpin is right."

Bai Jun laughed when he heard the words: "Thank you for your praise, Miss, and I will leave."

Looking at the tall and straight figure who left, the girl's heart was full of nostalgia and reluctance. She had never met such a handsome and gentle man. Unfortunately... she was just a woman from an ordinary family, how could she be worthy of such a man? man?

Bai Yan's face has changed from his own on the statue, three to five points worse than the original face, and it has not caused any trouble.

He walked through this section of the road and saw scenes of fortune tellers everywhere, as if he had seen such scenes outside the hospital before.

But looking at them one by one, none of them had magic powers. They just relied on ordinary gossip divination, and even many of them were fake.

Bai Jun didn't have the heart to care whether the person was true or not, so he was about to walk towards the temple.

"Hey, young master, do you want to come to make a fortune? I see that you have blood on your face, and I am afraid that there will be a catastrophe in the near future! I will help the young master to eliminate disasters."

A thin physiognomist held a yellowed ancient book and persuaded Bai Jun.

"Oh? Are you talking about me?"

Bai Jun turned around and looked at the physicist with a smile.

(End of this chapter)