The first thousand four hundred and fifty-eight chapters of the beggar
He bowed his hands, looked at the three remaining buns in the hemp paper bag, and said pitifully: "It's okay, let's have some food."
The beggar was disheveled and looked a little miserable, but he was not as old as the old man. He had hands and feet, and he was not sick or in trouble. Li Luo raised his eyebrows and ignored him. There were too many such people. Didn’t you see that they were everywhere in Zhuo City?
Well, the difference is that some people are in rags, and some are in rich clothes, and they are sanctimonious.
Shi Dan glanced at it and naturally picked up a bun and gave it to the beggar. The old man didn't say anything, and Li Luo didn't say anything either.
The beggar devoured one bun, looked at the other two buns in the hemp paper bag, and licked his lips, still wanting more.
"Aren't you full?" Shi Dan asked innocently.
"One bun is not enough!" the beggar muttered.
"Then I'll give you another one." Shi Dan gave the beggar another bun. This time the beggar didn't take it. Instead, he stared at the hemp paper bag and said with great dissatisfaction, "You won't eat the buns, so forget them.
, why are you so stingy?" After saying that, he leaned against the hemp paper bag and seemed to want to reach for it.
Shi Dan was stunned, a little unrecovered. Li Luo frowned and shouted calmly: "Shi Dan, put the buns away."
"Why?" Shi Dan scratched his head and asked a little confused.
"People who get something for nothing and steal kindness are not worth helping."
"But in Hutu, if a passerby is thirsty or hungry and comes to the house, he will give him water and food. Whatever the family eats, he gives it to others. The same goes for Uncle Hutu. Shidan and Grandpa eat whatever they want. Hutu
Uncle, what can I eat?"
"This is not Hutu."
"Ah, what's the difference?" Shi Dan was a little confused and looked at Grandpa in a daze, then at Li Luo, blinking his eyes full of questions.
Li Luo was stunned when he saw Shi Dan's puzzled but not strange look. Hutu was indeed not Burqin City, but there were similarities. At least the stone eggs in Hutu were the same as the stone eggs in Burqin City at the moment.
The innocence and kindness in her has not changed.
Li Luozhan smiled and said: "No, it's the same."
Shi Dan nodded charmingly. Although he was reluctant to part with it, he still gave the remaining buns in the hemp paper bag to the beggar. The beggar was very proud. After taking the buns, he ate them cleanly and beat him.
He let out a big belch, casually threw the hemp paper on the ground, glanced sideways at Li Luo and the others, and grinned. It didn't look like he was saying thank you, but rather a bit arrogant, probably saying that I gave it to you by eating your buns.
These bumpkin outsiders have a lot of respect.
Li Luo turned a blind eye to the pretentious beggar and looked at Shi Dan with a smile. Shi Dan crossed his two index fingers on his chest and looked at the beggar timidly. The beggar yawned. This place was cool and cool, and he had a pair of triangular eyes.
I rummaged up and down, looking for a place to sleep.
Li Luo's face turned cold and he snorted coldly. He took a step forward and looked indifferently at the beggar who was taking advantage of him. The beggar was startled and started to point at Li Luo and curse, as if he had forgotten that he had just eaten three buns donated by others.
Li Luo's expression did not change, but his eyes became colder. It was better than the three-day weather, and the beggar suddenly felt a chill all over his body, as cold as his heart. The beggar shuddered, smiled, nodded humbly, and said perfunctorily
He thanked me and walked to the other side of the street.
Shi Dan picked up the hemp paper on the ground, shook the dirt on the hemp paper, folded it and put it in his arms. It could be used to wrap dry food or something in the future, and maybe it could get some of the fragrance of the steamed buns.
There was a look of regret on Dan Dan's face. It wasn't that he couldn't bear to part with the three buns, but he just didn't know when he would eat buns next time.
Of the seven steamed buns, it was the beggar who ate the most in the end. But soon, Shi Dan completely forgot about it and kept talking around Li Luo and the old man. He was in high spirits and jumped up and down.
Jumping back and forth, very excited.
"Uncle Beard, you can't run around in the future. There are so many people in the city. What should you do if you get lost?" Shidan frowned and said seriously.
Li Luo laughed dumbly, nodded repeatedly and said, "Okay, Uncle Beard will stop running around."
Shi Dan happily agreed, but suddenly thought of something, his little face wrinkled up again, and he said distressedly: "Uncle Hu, after eating the buns, do you have no sour plum juice to drink?"
Li Luo smiled, as long as it is food, the memory of stone eggs is very good, and then Wen Yan replied: "I found a few stores, but they don't sell any. I'll ask again later."
"Ah, did Uncle Beard buy me sour plum juice this morning? Hehe, I don't want to drink Shidan anymore. Uncle Beard just don't run around."
Li Luo felt warm in his heart. Compared to sour plum juice, his bearded uncle was more important to Shi Dan, but it was only slightly more important than that big yellow dog. Of course, Li Luo didn't know what Shi Dan thought about.
If he knew about it, I am afraid that the dignified Ninth Prince would only be in a state of dumbfounding.
"Sour plum juice? You can't sell this thing in Burqin City. If you go further south, you might encounter it." Suddenly, an ordinary-looking middle-aged man next to him who was also hiding from the sun said harmoniously,
He looked up at Li Luo and asked with a smile, "Have you been to Qiemo?"
Li Luo felt a slight shiver in his heart. Shi Dan was innocent and the old man had no scheming, but he unexpectedly left a flaw. Sour plum juice is very common in Dagan. After summer, many teahouses in Zhuocheng will prepare sour plum juice.
, to warm up and relieve the heat. The juice is sweet and sour, and the price is not expensive. It is very popular among the people. Li Luo has naturally drank it, and the sour plum juice prepared by Rou Yue in Qiminglou is even better. Compared with the imperial dining room in the palace,
Worse than that.
However, this thing is rare in the Western Regions. You should be able to find it in Mongolia and Huiqi, but it's hard to say if you go further to the northwest.
Li Luo's mind raced, thinking about how to respond. Anyone who turns into a humanoid treasure house worth fifty thousand taels of gold must be careful.
Li Luo shook his head and said calmly: "I have never been to Qiemo."
Li Luo had heard about this city in Qiemo, a place farther west and north after returning to Chi. Qiemo is a small country, and its customs and customs are not impressive. Its territory is about the size of Dagan Prefecture.
It is windy and rainless, but there are many underground rivers. It is said that Qiemo City is built on an underground river. During the rainy season, you can take a boat ride in Qiemo City.
Li Luo had read about these in the Chronicles of the Western Regions, but he had never had the opportunity to go there.
If you say you have been there, it is very likely that you will give away something. As for whether there will be plum juice in the end, I don't know. Such trivial matters are not recorded in the Chronicles of the Western Regions, so it is better to tell the truth.
"Hey, is it possible that you have been to Hui Chi?"