A child was thrown to the ground, and the candy man in his hand fell to the ground and smashed it. The two boys with small braids cried while covering their eyes.
The eyes of tourists, pilgrims and vendors around them all suddenly fell on Bai Wei.
An old lady pointed behind her back and said, "Look at this person, she has bullied the child. Such an adult looks like a pretty person..."
Bai Wei's mouth twitched, which was beyond ordinary people's hearing, but he did not care about it, but bent down and helped the little boy up, and smiled and said, "Don't cry anymore, uncle will take you to buy candy people."
, would you pay two more?"
The little boy stopped crying instantly, and burped while saying, "Really, is it true?"
Bai Wei smiled and said, "Really, I never lie to children."
So Bai Wei took the little boy's hand to the small stall of the candy seller and said to the vendor: "Give me two candy people."
The vendor is an old man in his fifties, with a long-lasting smile on his face, "Okay, lord, what kind of thing do you want? I have sugar people, and I have adult flowers and plants, and various animal shapes.
of."
After saying that, he skillfully set fire to the stove, and then two balls of sugar fell off the partition board and gradually melted. The old man used a slender chopstick to draw lines on the partition board, just like a pen to draw calligraphy.
The dragon and snake trend was only a short time before two lines were drawn, and then the fire was turned off and two candy sticks were placed to catch it. After a while, it cooled down and solidified into a sugar man.
I want to turn the disc, I want to turn the disc."
He said to the little boy, "Go home quickly, be careful that you will be taken away by your teeth."
Bai Wei smiled and said, "This is my smallest silver. Since that's the case, you can write it down. In the future, this little boy comes to your place to eat candy. It's all counted on this piece of silver. When do you think you have enough money?
Give him the candy man."
In the past life, the sugar people have been intangible cultural heritage skills and have been passed down for thousands of years. Hardworking craftsmen live and live by them and pass on them from generation to generation. This kind of cultural precipitation has a sense of historical heaviness.
Bai Wei took the silver and smiled and said, "No need, I'm working hard." After that, he picked up the wooden hairpin and put his hair on his somewhat scattered hair. His beautiful face suddenly disappeared and his hair was covered with a more refined appearance.
Bai Wei laughed silently after hearing this, and waved his hand to say goodbye to the little boy. The old man who sells sugar, the bitterness of the years of vicissitudes of time, is the sweetness of innocent children when they were young.
He took the silver, bitten it, and then took out a small iron box from the stall. He opened the iron box and found copper coins with copper rust. After searching for it for a long time, he looked embarrassed and said, "Objective"
Is there any smaller amount of money? I am afraid that the villain can’t find it to be paid here.”
Bai Wei heard the sound and saw that the old man was covered with wrinkles covered with traces of time. He sighed and said, "This is what you deserve, you don't have to thank me."
The girl took the silver cube and accidentally touched Bai Wei's finger. She couldn't help but feel guilty. She quickly withdrew her hand from a purse, which was almost as small as a peanut, and handed it to Bai Wei, and said, "Young Master, please pick it up."
I'm afraid I'm not sure about the measurement. If I measure it in a scale, I can come to me again."
The little boy sweetened the candy man and said innocently with joy: "Thank you uncle, my mother is selling tofu in front of me. I can't lose my way. Who dares to kidnap a child in front of Grandpa Shan Shen?"
This kind of inheritance can also support a family in later generations. Although it is not enough to make a fortune, fortunately, what is passed down is not poverty.
Bai Wei was quite touched and continued to walk up the mountain. He saw the colorful flowers and countless decorations of various gadgets. He stopped in front of a girl's stall and chose a wooden hairpin without patterns. He smiled.
He asked, "Girl, how much does this hairpin cost?"
The old man smiled and took out a disc with flowers, birds, insects, fish and various characters, and said, "Little guy, come and turn around, whichever you point to is the one you point to!"
Bai Wei was stunned. He knew that he should have collected some copper coins from the candy seller just now, otherwise it would be troublesome. He crushed a piece of silver from his sleeve, took a piece of silver that was less than his little nail, and said with a smile.
: "Girl, look for it."
However, looking at it one by one, there is not a single one with magic power, but only relying on ordinary gossip and divination numbers, many of them are even fake.
The old man picked up the copy board and copied it lightly. The two candy men were completely made and handed it to the little boy and smiled, "But take it, don't fall to the ground and break it."
He turned around without pause, but this time he pointed to another sugar man.
Bai Wei didn't have the heart to care whether the other person was true or not, and he had to walk into the temple with his feet raised.
The old man said, "I'm so lucky, I mean a pair of Tangyiren and Tangguanren. Wait, old man, I'll start doing it now."
When the old man saw that it was Yin Liang, he hurriedly said, "The guest officer wait."
The old man was moved after hearing this and said, "Thank you, Mr. Renshi. I am so grateful. My wife is still ill in bed. With your money, I can always pick up a few pairs of medicine."
Bai Wei looked at the little boy and smiled and said, "Let's pick what you like."
The little boy immediately said excitedly: "Thank you uncle.
The little boy nodded seriously and suddenly rotated the small pointer with his hand. The pointer then rotated, and after five or six circles, he finally settled on a small candy man.
Upon hearing this, Bai Wei put his hand into his sleeve and touched it. After searching for a long time, he took out the smallest corner of the silver and said, "You look for it."
"Miss, please take a look. Is there a hairpin that slants?"
Bai Wei asked with a smile: "How much?"
Looking at the tall figure leaving, 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 average family background, how could she deserve that
man?
Bai Wei's face has become different from himself on the statue, and is three or five points inferior to his original face, and it has not caused any trouble.
The old man put his hands on his apron and wiped it, and smiled and said, "A sugar man costs two cents, two four-patterned coins."
The girl hurriedly said, "No, no, the young master's hairpin is so beautiful. Oh, no, it's the hairpin that is right."
Bai Wei laughed and said, "Thank you for your praise, Miss, goodbye."
He walked this stretch and saw scenes of fortune tellers everywhere, as if he had seen such scenes outside the hospital before.
The girl with pigtails looked up and saw the smiling young man standing in front of her. She blushed in an instant and said in a low voice: "Thirty thirty quotations! No, twenty quotations."
The little boy said happily: "Uncle, you are so good."
The little boy took two lively sugar men and smiled and said, "I understand, old man."
"Hey, this young master, are you going to do a fortune? I see that you have a bloody face. I'm afraid there will be a major disaster in the near future! I can eliminate disasters and resolve disasters for the young master."
A thin man who looked at the eyeballs held a yellowed ancient book and persuaded Bai Wei.
"Oh? Are you talking about me?"
Bai Wei turned around and looked at the master of the picture.