The wonderful world of fast time travel

After leaving the study, Zheng Ling tried every means to escape from the mansion, and when he came to the market, he saw ostentatious signs on both sides of the street.

Zheng Ling paced slowly, looking up at the various banners hanging in front of the store.This one sells sesame oil, that one runs a pawn shop, and a little further on, there are porcelain sellers, noodle shops, and wine sellers...

Unknowingly, there are more and more pedestrians on the street.Some pushed the cart all the way and yelled "borrowed";The women in various skirts, some carrying baskets and some shaking fans, all walk leisurely, while the men in long gowns walk relatively fast, but everything is so harmonious and natural.

Zheng Ling looked down at the bluestone road under his feet, wondering how many people's footprints had been left on it.

At this time, a candied haws seller came up to him, his shouts were melodious and clear. Zheng Ling called to stop the man, asked the price, and asked the servant behind him to pass the copper plate, and then pulled out a string from the bundled straw sticks. , hold it in your hand.The red hawthorn is wrapped with crystal clear syrup, which really whets the appetite.

Zheng Ling was about to raise his hand to taste it, but he caught a glimpse of a little beggar sitting on the ground against the wall, licking his lips and his dirty face, and his eyes were staring at the candied haws in his hand.

Looking at the little beggar, Zheng Ling took a bite of a candied haws, chewed carefully, and after finishing one, he gave some instructions to the people behind him, and soon, the servant handed over a bunch of candied haws.Zheng Ling took it, walked up to the little beggar, bent down, and asked, "Want to eat?"

The little beggar opened his eyes wide, stared at the candied haws, pursed his lips and thought about it, finally swallowed his saliva and nodded, "I want to eat it."

Zheng Ling stretched his hand forward a little: "Take it."

Only then did the little beggar turn his gaze to Zheng Ling, then slowly stretched out his hand, then quickly took it, and then quickly retracted it. Just as he was about to open his mouth to eat, he closed his mouth tightly and sniffed it like a puppy. Hearing it, he said excitedly at the end: "It's sweet, but also a little sour."

At this time, Zheng Ling was eating the second candied haws. When he heard this, his throat seemed to be stuck by something, and he couldn't swallow it for a while.

The little beggar was still smelling it carefully, as if he couldn't get enough of it.

Zheng Ling looked away, and said inarticulately: "Eat it, tell me if it's not enough." After speaking, afraid that the other party might not hear clearly, he quickly ate the candied haws in his mouth, and repeated it again.

The excitement on the little beggar's face subsided slightly, but his eyes never left the candied haws in his hand, and he said, "One bunch is enough, thank you, sir."

Zheng Ling held the candied haws and didn't say a word.

After a while, just as Zheng Ling raised his leg and took two steps outside, the little beggar lowered his head and kept turning the candied haws in his hand, blushing and hesitatingly said: "My lord... can you lend me some?" Silver?" The voice became smaller and smaller.

Zheng Ling didn't hear clearly, turned around and asked, "What?"

The little beggar pursed his lips, not daring to mention it again.

The servant following Zheng Ling was the closest to the little beggar, heard his words clearly, and said, "Master, he wants to borrow some money from you."

Hearing this, the little beggar lowered his head even lower.

Zheng Ling wanted to ask him why he borrowed the money, but his words changed: "If you borrow money, you have to get it back. How can you guarantee that you will return the money to me?"

The little beggar raised his head and stared into Zheng Ling's eyes, and said, "I want to borrow some money from you to open a bun shop."

Zheng Ling raised his eyebrows and asked, "Baozi shop? Are you alone?"

The little beggar shook his head and said, "No, I have other partners, five of them."

Zheng Ling looked him up and down: "Can you make buns?"

The little beggar nodded, and said seriously: "I will, and the taste is very good." At the end, he added: "My lord, I will never lie to you."

Zheng Ling bit the candied haws and said, "It's up to you whether it's delicious or not."

The little beggar said cleverly: "Why don't you borrow your stove first, and I can make it for you to try?" He stood up and waited for Zheng Ling to lead the way.

Zheng Ling stood where he was, without moving, and said, "It seems that I didn't agree."

The little beggar stood there shyly, the candied haws in his hand spinning like a spinning top.

Zheng Ling turned around and walked out with his hands behind his back.The little beggar hesitated for a while, then raised his legs to follow.

As a result, people on the street saw a handsome young man followed by two servants, followed by a little beggar who followed suit.

After walking for a while, Zheng Ling came to a bun shop, bought five buns, and distributed one to each of the two servants.

After eating the two buns, Zheng Ling stopped, looked at the little beggar behind him, and handed him one.

The little beggar took a bite, tasted it carefully, and after swallowing it, he looked at Zheng Ling and said, "Master, my cooking is better than his."

Zheng Ling said, "So what?"

The little beggar pouted and lowered his head, tightly clutching the candied haws.

Zheng Ling looked left and right, but didn't look at him, and finally fixed on the little beggar, and said softly, "Okay, I didn't say anything."

The little beggar raised his head suddenly, his eyes were shining, and he stared straight at Zheng Ling.

Zheng Ling was embarrassed by being stared at, turned around quickly, and said in a strong tone: "Hurry up and follow up."

The little beggar who was following Zheng Ling stuck out his tongue secretly, and licked the candied haws again. He thought it tasted delicious.

After walking for a while, passing a teahouse, Zheng Ling felt a little thirsty, so he went in.

There are a lot of people inside, and the noise is very lively.The shopkeeper was fiddling with the abacus while counting the copper coins. The waiter boy wearing an apron saw Zheng Ling sharply, and hurriedly greeted him with a smiling face to lead the way. He walked to a place where there were few people, and then asked what he wanted while wiping the table. .

Zheng Ling ordered a pot of Longjing.The little brother in the hall immediately shouted: "One pot of Longjing tea." Then he walked quickly to the stove where the teapot was placed.

The people around looked at Zheng Ling, and saw that it was an unfamiliar face, so they whispered to their tablemates.

Zheng Ling turned his head to look around, and finally found the figure of the little beggar at the door. He was squatting by the door of the teahouse, looking back into the hall from time to time.

Zheng Ling walked over and said, "Why don't you go in?"

The little beggar stood up, bowed his head and said, "It's the same when I wait for the young master here."

Zheng Ling suddenly realized, then walked in, and came out after a while, with two more bowls of tea in his hand, handed a cup to the little beggar, and said, "Drink, I treat you."

The little beggar pursed his lips and looked at Zheng Ling. Zheng Ling moved closer and urged, "Take it."

The little beggar took it and thanked him softly.

Zheng Ling took a few steps to the side, sat on the floor, and sipped tea with a teacup in front of the passers-by.

The little beggar also sat down, imitating the example, and there was a faint smile on the corner of his mouth.

After finishing a bowl of tea, Zheng Ling turned to the little beggar and asked, "How much money do you expect to borrow?"

The little beggar hurriedly put down his tea bowl, lowered his head and whispered, "I've done the math, it's about 20 taels of silver."

"Is 20 taels enough?" In the past, Xu Yuan could spend 20 taels when he went out for a casual stroll, so Zheng Ling asked this question.

After hearing this, the little beggar raised his head to look at Zheng Ling, and said, "That's enough, and I also found out that there is a shop that needs to be sold urgently, and the price is slightly cheaper than usual." In fact, he just said a little more on purpose.

Zheng Ling joked: "You have been eyeing me since the early morning."

The little beggar panicked and quickly waved his hands: "My lord, you misunderstood, I didn't, I just, just..." He said at the end.

Zheng Ling asked, "Just what?"

"It's just that I see the young master is a good man."

"So you want to kill me?"

The little beggar was so anxious that his eyes were red: "My lord, I... I... I..."

Zheng Ling raised his sleeve to help wipe it off, and said, "I just teased you, and I'm still a big boy who cries at every turn, so I'm not shy."

The little beggar's voice was like a mosquito: "I... I am not like this on weekdays"

Zheng Ling felt that he had to change the subject, so he asked, "What's your name?"

"My name is Ergouzi."

"Big name."

The little beggar shook his head: "I don't know, all I know is that they call me that all the time."

Zheng Ling murmured: "Er Gouzi" he patted his buttocks and stood up, took the bowls for the two of them and walked into the hall. After paying the money and coming out, he said to the little beggar who had stood up: "Er Gouzi , let's go."

The little beggar stood up slowly in disbelief, and said, "My lord, are you really willing to lend it to me?"

Zheng Ling put his hands behind his back and said, "I can lend you money, but you have to write a document."

The little beggar nodded repeatedly: "It's natural."

After walking a few steps, a person waved his fan and said mockingly, "Did I hear you right, lending money to a beggar? And he's a useless little beggar. There are everyone in these days."