Opening a Tavern in the Tang Dynasty

The young lady's smiling face instantly fell, her brows furrowed, she glanced at the beggar with disdain, took a step back, and shrilly shouted, "Go away! Don't dirty my feet!"

As she spoke, she shook her skirt vigorously, as if it was stained with something extremely dirty.

The maid also chimed in: "That's right, don't you look at yourself? How could our young lady touch someone as filthy as you? Get out of the way!"

The beggar shrank back in fear, his eyes filled with grievance and despair, and he kept muttering, "I'm just hungry, I want to beg for something to eat..."

Seeing this, the scholar standing nearby couldn't help but frown, his face showing resentment. He lowered his voice and said to the beggar, "Is this what human nature is like? Look, you can afford a bottle of beauty cream for 100 taels of silver, but you're unwilling to help a beggar."

Even if it's just a few cents, it can fill your stomach. "People's hearts have become so cold and indifferent between wealth and poverty."

The beggar smiled bitterly and replied, "Alas, scholar brother, in their eyes, we poor people are not even as good as the dust on the ground. They only care about dressing themselves up beautifully, and they don't care about the life and death of a lowly person like me."

The scholar sighed softly, watching the young lady's haughty back as she continued walking towards the shop. His heart was filled with emotion: "In this world, beauty and ugliness shouldn't be judged solely by appearance and clothing. A kind heart is the true beauty. But nowadays, there are so many people who value material possessions so much and turn a blind eye to the suffering of others. It's truly sad and lamentable."

After hearing the scholar's words, the beggar just lowered his head silently and stood on the street. His lonely and helpless figure was particularly eye-catching in this bustling yet indifferent street market.

Yu Yu jumped out of Zuixianlou, holding a piece of freshly baked pastry in her hand. The pastry exuded an enticing aroma.

She hummed a little tune and felt particularly happy.

As soon as I reached the door, I saw a beggar on the corner of the street.

The beggar was dressed in rags, with unkempt hair and a dirty face, and he was staring at the passers-by with longing eyes.

Yu Yu stopped and her big eyes were full of pity. She wrinkled her small nose and walked quietly to the beggar.

"Grandpa, are you hungry?" Yuyu's voice was as clear as a silver bell. She squatted down slightly and handed the cake in her hand to the beggar. There was a kind light in her eyes and a sweet smile on her lips. "This is for you."

The beggar raised his head in disbelief, Yuyu's innocent face reflected in his cloudy eyes. His lips trembled, and after a long while he spoke, "Little...little girl, are you...is this for me?"

Yuyu nodded vigorously: "Well, eat quickly."

The beggar took the cake in a hurry and gobbled it up, mumbling incoherently as he ate, "Thank you...thank you, girl. You are such a good person."

Yu Yu looked at the beggar and a satisfied smile appeared on her face. That smile was warmer than the sunshine.

Yuyu watched the beggar wolfing down the cakes, a gratified smile on her face. She clapped her hands and said, "Grandpa, eat slowly and don't choke."

"My mom said we should help those in need. Seeing you were hungry, I thought I should give you something to eat. I feel like I'm such a good person."

As she spoke, she tilted her head, her eyes curved into crescents, and her little face was filled with pride.

At this time, Xiaoyu walked out of Zuixianlou, glanced around, and saw Yuyu squatting in front of the beggar.

As soon as Yuyu looked up, she saw her mother. Her eyes lit up and she called out crisply, "Mom!"

As he said that, he stood up, jumped and ran towards Xiaoyu, holding Xiaoyu's hand. His little face was flushed with excitement, and his eyes were shining, as if he was waiting for praise.

Xiaoyu walked quickly to Yuyu's side, a hint of surprise flashed across her face, and then she frowned slightly.

Her gaze moved from Yu Yu to the beggar who was eating cakes, then turned back to look at Yu Yu, and gently touched Yu Yu's forehead with her finger.

Xiaoyu said with a hint of annoyance in her tone: "You, you, you, what are you doing? Why are you here with a beggar?"

Her eyes were full of confusion, but the corners of her mouth couldn't help but rise slightly, revealing her helplessness and doting on her daughter's kind act.

Yuyu shook Xiaoyu's arm, tilted her head, and said seriously, "Mom, I saw that the old man was very hungry, so I gave him the cakes. Helping others is a good thing. Isn't that what you always teach me?"

He blinked his big eyes as he spoke, and looked so well-behaved, hoping that his mother would approve of his actions.

When the beggar heard the conversation between Yu Yu and Xiao Yu, he quickly swallowed the pastry in his mouth and struggled to get up.

His movements were a little slow, and his tattered clothes swayed with his movements, raising some dust.

His wrinkled face was full of gratitude, his eyes were slightly red, and tears were flashing in his eyes as he looked at Xiaoyu and Yuyu.

His lips trembled as he spoke: "Madam, young lady, you are both such good people! I have been hungry for several days. If it were not for this kind-hearted young lady, I would have been..." As he spoke, he was about to kneel down to the mother and daughter.

His bony hands swayed slightly in front of him, and his body was shaking a little with excitement. The expression on his face was sincere and earnest, and every wrinkle seemed to be filled with gratitude to the mother and daughter for saving his life.

Seeing this, Xiaoyu hurried forward, extended her hand to support the beggar, and said softly with a kind face, "Okay, okay, get up. It's not been easy for you either."

"Everyone in this world has difficulties. It's just a small favor, so if you can help, then give it a try. Please don't do such a big favor, or it will make us, mother and daughter, feel bad."

As she said this, Xiaoyu frowned slightly, her eyes were full of pity, and there was a gentle smile on the corner of her mouth, as if the beggar in front of her was not a stranger, but an elder in her family who had suffered trouble. Her expression showed her sincere concern, and it made people feel warm inside.

After hearing Xiaoyu's words, the beggar slowly straightened up, wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes with his dirty sleeve, and said in a choked voice: "Madam, you are so kind. I really don't know how to repay you. I hope that you and the girl will be safe and sound in the future. Good people will be rewarded."

As he spoke, he nodded continuously and looked at Xiaoyu and her daughter with gratitude.

The scholar looked at this heartwarming scene, a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth. He waved his fan and said softly, "Good." After that, he turned around and walked away slowly.

The sunlight shone on his blue shirt, and the hem of his shirt moved in the wind. The figure walking away exuded a sense of freedom and ease.

He gently waved the fan in his hand, wrote down his thoughts on good and evil in the world, and soon walked away.