You have to believe that I am really a white lotus

Thanks to Lian Nianchu's propaganda just now, Fang Qingshi has become a poor and determined college student in the eyes of the surrounding vendors.Curious people even called him across the stall, asking him how he usually studies, whether he is happy or nervous about going to college in Beijing, sighing a few words about why his children are not as sensible as him, and asking him if he has a girlfriend.

Fang Qingshi had always been honest, but now he was forced to tell all the lies in his life, his face was blushing and his heart was beating in panic, and the seconds seemed like years.

Fortunately, those uncles and aunts only thought that he was embarrassed, and didn't think about deceiving others. Seeing his blushing like this, they thoughtfully stopped asking him.A few aunties who bought vegetables admired him for doing things to support his family at a young age, and did not delay his studies. He was admitted to a good school in Beijing, so they bought a few steaks out of the psychology of helping him.

He put the meat on the scale only to realize that he still doesn’t know how to use this high-end scale. He wanted to borrow an ordinary one from the window next to him, but who would have thought that the scale would make a soft “beep” and automatically report the catty and the price. Also considerately erased the odds.The people around said in amazement: "Hey, this scale is quite high-end, can't it come from abroad? It didn't ring just now. What kind of setting is this? Your teacher is an overseas student? He is teaching in a county school? "

What came from a foreign country, did Baixian change it himself?Look at this white scale... Fang Qing didn't even lift the stone, and said with a guilty conscience: "Mr. Bai's family is in Beijing, so you can experience life with us, right? Everything in his house is pretty good."

The vendor next to him began to talk about foreign economic and technological development, and was talking excitedly when a tall shadow suddenly floated on the road and landed in front of his stall impartially.Fang Qingshi raised his eyes subconsciously, and could not help but gasp——

It was a bicycle that drove in front of him!A snow-white bicycle!A bicycle that is more technically difficult than the third brother's motorcycle!

The car was so full that the sacks on both sides of the car beams were mopping the floor.The things in the bag are also magnetic and can hold weight. When people sit still on it, the car does not even shake from side to side.

Lian Nianchu first unloaded the bucket and several sacks of charcoal in his arms, just now to make room for bending over.He lowered his head, got out of the rotary oven at the height of a person in the back seat, the plastic tableware piled half a day high in the basket, and the long folding table on top, raised his hand and got off the table first, and then put the disposable lunch box, sanitary chopsticks and The spoon was thrown on the table, and the oven fell to the ground with both hands.

Fang Qingshi hurried up to help the car, Lian Nianchu pulled down his schoolbag and threw it to him, shouting: "Hold it!"

With a "boom", the heavy schoolbag fell into the young man's thin arms, almost breaking his waist.It took him a lot of effort to move the bag to the table, and after looking back, he had already unloaded the 4 large buckets of purified water tied to both sides of the back hanger. Holding a 5-gallon bucket is the same as holding a 500ml small bottle. Lightweight and casually placed on the side of the stall.

A few bags of charcoal were finally unloaded from the beams of the vehicle, and they were piling heavily on the ground. This small, crude dry goods stall suddenly looked like a cooked food.The vendors on both sides stared dumbfounded, discussing secretly, feeling that even Nian Chu, a weak-looking teacher, might have a big background——

They couldn't even move such a heavy thing, let alone ride around in the city on such a car that they couldn't even see the road, and they haven't been caught by the traffic police yet!

Fang Qingshi...Fang Qingshi has completely believed that he is the Baojiaxian, and everything he sees can be explained by superstition.

Lian Nianchu didn't explain, and took out a 30-meter-long socket, an induction cooker, and cooking utensils from his schoolbag, then took the plug to the window of a snack shop behind him, and spent tens of dollars to connect the wires.

Then he took away the scales from the stall, brought the chopping board and bone chopping knife to the table, and said to Fang Qingshi while chopping the ribs: "It's too slow to sell meat. I plan to sell some cooked food later. It's boring. Either you Also take some money to go shopping and buy some foreign language books."

He didn't use much strength, and with one stroke, the bright ribs were cut into two pieces. There was no loud sound of chopping meat, no broken bones and fresh meat splashing, and the cut surface was as smooth as egg white.Fang Qingshi felt that this was much better than walking on the road, and would rather stand by and watch, and occasionally give a hand, maybe he could learn some skills.

Lian Nian saw that he liked to learn at first, so he gave instructions while chopping the meat. After chopping the meat, he asked him to soak the blood in a big bucket, took out the seasoning from the bag, and taught him how to prepare the barbecue marinade.

The soaked pork ribs are marinated by Fang Qingshi, and rubbed in a large bucket by hand to make the ingredients more even.Lian Nianchu untied a ham directly from the tree, picked up a knife and easily disassembled it.He only picked the best piece of square meat, and cut out small squares as deep as half of the fat meat as accurately as using a ruler. He sat on the pot with an induction cooker, deep-fried the skin and scraped it clean, and then dunked it into a bowl. The clear soup is steamed to produce salt.

Making ham is just changing the soup in the middle, and you need to be watched. After steaming, you don’t have to worry about it.He wiped his hands and saw that Fang Qingshi's ribs were almost turned over, so he poured charcoal into the oven and ignited the fire to preheat it.

This rotary oven was exchanged for roast ducks from the Lord God at the beginning, and it is also the smallest commercial oven in his family. It can barely be put on the car when it is taken out.We bought bottled water, charcoal, disposable lunch boxes and chopsticks, and it took a lot of effort to get them out—you had to find unoccupied small alleys, avoid cameras, and avoid The traffic policeman... used up his spiritual sense even more than when he was hunting seafood.

But you just need to know these troubles. When people with predestined relationship ask him how he got these things, he still has to maintain a fairy-like demeanor and calmly say: "I am your god, why can't I do it in front of believers?" The more sincerely you believe in me, the more I can do for you. "

It's a pity that there are too many people around, and it's inconvenient to give him the lotus flower of Jina's faith. I can only cut up half an osmanthus duck, put it in a lunch box, and let him eat it next to it.

Fang Qingshi was reluctant to eat by himself, so he gave Lian Nianchu the lunch box first, and said: "I, I'm not hungry yet, can I save it for Qing Tian and Qing Chun'er...and Qing Hai to try?"

He has never eaten this kind of food, but since he was a child, he knows that the elder brother must give way to the younger one, and his younger siblings are still studying and need nutrition. He would rather not eat it himself, and would rather save it for them.

Even Nianchu himself has children, so he understands this kind of mentality of being a parent, and comforted him: "You eat yours first, and we will take the leftovers back to them at night."

With such persuasion, he only took a sip, and after chewing for a long time, he was reluctant to swallow it. While tasting the sweet duck meat, the faint fragrance of sweet-scented osmanthus lingered in his breath.He was really reluctant to eat more, after tasting two bites of duck wings with more bones and less meat, he quickly put down his chopsticks and helped Lian Nianchu hang the ribs on the oven rack.

Lian Nianchu waved his hand and said impatiently: "Kids think about work and what to do every day! Go, take money and food to find your younger siblings, buy them more papers, it's a gift from my teacher .”

Fang Qingshi was grateful and ashamed at the same time, thanked him in a low voice, took the duck and the wad of money that Lian Nianchu forced on him, and went out to find his younger siblings.

The provincial capital was no different than the small county town he used to go to, and it was very difficult to find two children in such a big place.He ran all over the nearby bookstores, asking people whenever he saw them, and entering them as soon as he encountered them. He ran until his throat was filled with smoke, and then he saw two children eating ice in the big window of a shaved ice shop opposite a bookstore.

In fact, the two of them had already finished buying the books, but thinking about how the eldest brother and that master Bai were still setting up a stall to sell meat, they felt ashamed and didn't want to go to them.So the two walked around on the road, bought food and drinks, and found a small shop to eat ice when it was hot, planning to go back at night when no one could see.

Fang Qingshi held the hot duck and pressed the swollen pockets, feeling an evil fire in his heart, grabbed the two children and beat them several times.

Fang Qingtian burst into tears and shouted: "Why did you hit me! You didn't earn this money, but my father spent it for me. I don't want to spend it! You illiterate I don’t know how to go to school, and I don’t know how to make money, so I don’t care about eating ice! The family wasted so much food to feed you, and you are an ignorant white-eyed wolf!”

The little girl was crying too.The adults next to him couldn't stand it anymore, and they all came out to persuade him not to be so strict with the children. What happened to the children who came out to eat ice in the hot weather?

A middle-aged man even slapped the money on the table and said sharply: "Isn't it just to eat ice? I paid the money for the children! Are you a relative of the child? The children are not even allowed to eat a bowl of ice in such a hot day." , still beating people in public, what era do you think it is now? Be careful when people post it on the Internet, and you will be famous by then!"

Fang Qingshi took a step back in a daze, feeling aggrieved and uncomfortable, but the hand that was raised in the air fell down feebly.

He searched for the children all afternoon, and his heart stopped beating with fright. Seeing these two children spending money ignorantly and looking down on Bai Daxian who earned money for their family, couldn't he beat them?Why would he be posted on the Internet for beating his younger siblings? Whose children never get beaten?

The person next to him saw that he had withdrawn his hand, so he gave a "hum" in satisfaction, and then educated him a few words: "Your two children are obedient and obedient, sitting here and eating are not noisy at all, they must not be so annoying. A sensible child. Are you his elder brother or someone else? You have to pay attention to how you manage children, children also have self-respect..."

Fang Qingtian's head was covered with sweat and tears, and she struggled up and screamed, "He's not my brother! My brother is in high school in the provincial capital, and I don't have such an illiterate brother who is good at farming and setting up stalls! "

Fang Qingshi's heart ached sharply, wishing he could immediately drag the child back and beat him up.Fang Qingtian quickly hid behind the guest and screamed, "Uncle, don't let him arrest me, or I will be beaten again when I go back, and he will beat me if he gets a chance—"

This incident became more and more troublesome, and several young people in the store had already picked up their mobile phones to record and take pictures.Fang Qingshi vaguely knew that they were going to slap him, but he didn't know how to stop him, so he quickly grabbed his sister's arm, and shouted pleadingly: "Qingchun'er, please persuade Qingtian to come back, big brother won't beat you, let's go back Let’s go home. You see, Big Brother brought you ducks. He originally wanted you to taste it... Big Brother is just looking for you too urgently..."

Fang Qingchun suddenly took a step back, letting his hand grab the air, and said in fear: "Brother, don't hit me, don't hit the sunny day."

Fang Qingshi's heart was suffocated, he stared at the pair of younger siblings, his face turned pale, and his facial features were terribly distorted.The man next to him immediately stood in front of him and said sharply, "You still dare to hit someone?"

Fang Qingtian cried and shouted from behind: "I want to find my brother, sister, you take me to my brother Hai, I want to live in a school in the provincial capital with my brother Hai, I don't want to go back to the village!"

Soon someone lent Fang Qingchun her mobile phone, and she called timidly, telling them that they went to the provincial capital to buy books, and after buying books, they ate ice cream in the store, and her eldest brother suddenly came to call them.A cold voice came from the phone: "I see, give the phone to Big Brother!"

The younger sister turned the phone obediently and said in a low voice, "Brother, the second brother wants to tell you."

Fang Qingshi was also a little nervous.

The second brother, Fang Qinghai, is the only high school student in this family. With good grades, he has been admitted to the high school in the provincial capital by his own ability, and is about to take the university entrance exam soon. He has some authority in the family.Fang Qingshi was used to making way for him since she was a child, and somehow she was afraid of him, so she answered the phone and said, "Second brother, I don't blame me for being angry..."

Fang Qinghai didn't listen to him at all, and said coldly: "Brother, why did you take them to the provincial capital? Didn't I say that you will go to the county at the most? They want to study, and they have the papers I left in the past, so they need to buy them." Is it new? You have nothing to do and don’t run out all the time, your parents are away, and the underground work at home is pointing at you, if you don’t take them out, nothing will happen!”

Fang Qingshi said nonchalantly: "They insist..."

"You shouldn't listen if you have to! All right, I know you can't control them, you just take them home, I'll go home at night!"

He was so scolded that he didn't dare to lift his head. He returned the mobile phone to others in a nonchalant manner, and said to his two siblings, "Your second brother asked me to take you home first, and he said we'll talk about it when he gets back."

Fang Qingtian's eyes widened suddenly, and she didn't dare to cry, so she got off the chair slowly.Fang Qingshi picked up the deformed box of ducks, looked at the shaved ice regretfully, and walked out with his two younger siblings with his head down.

A few spectators followed behind, pointing and talking about the family.Fang Qingtian choked and shouted from behind: "Can't you just stay with that stall operator? It's not like we won't go back, but it's embarrassing to have to come out! You'll just set up a stall in your life. You don't think it's shabby, we still have to face it!"

Fang Qingshi ignored him and walked forward silently, feeling sore and swollen in his heart, he was so inferior that he couldn't lift his head up, and his head lowered further and further as he walked.

It wasn't until it was dark that the three of them returned to the street where Lian Nianchu set up a stall.A very special vertical transparent oven is reflected in the bright lights all over the street. There are layers of charred ribs hanging in the oven. The water vapor is covered outside the glass. There was a light "chi" sound from the furnace.

He seemed to smell the aroma of ribs from such a distance, and felt that warm and heart-warming feeling.

Lian Nianchu behind the stove is still clean, wearing a snow-white shirt, chopping bones and paying bills, so fast that ghosts are about to appear between his arms.Customers formed a long queue in front of the stove, surrounding him airtightly, but his eyes crossed the street full of people, accurately found Fang Qingshi, and took a look at him.

Fang Qingshi's eyes were slightly sour, and he suddenly didn't dare to go any further, not wanting him to see himself in such a state of embarrassment.The bright lights and the honey-colored grilled ribs brought him back to this world and felt his own existence.He could only feel his stomach growling, and his whole body was exhausted, as if he had been hungry for too long, and he had traveled too many places to find his two children, which drained his strength and heart.

He couldn't help but open the wet box, picked up a piece of cold duck and ate it.After taking a bite, he suddenly smelled a hot and rich meaty aroma. When he turned his eyes, he saw a bowl of generous meat cubes with rosy skin and poured with clear rock sugar sauce being brought to him.

The person holding the meat is the person he is most afraid of seeing now.

But there were so many people queuing up behind the stall, Lian Nianchu couldn't work unless he took the meat.He took the bowl with his head down, and said embarrassedly: "I came back late, I didn't help you, and I asked you to come pick me up..."

Lian Nianchu keenly saw that he was in a bad mood, as if he had quarreled with his younger siblings, and felt lonely and miserable.So she became more gentle towards him, and turned into a snow-white lotus flower and handed it to him, saying: "Don't be polite to me, you are my believer, and it is normal to rely on God."

The voice directly entered Fang Qingshi's sea of ​​consciousness, making it easier for this ignorant country boy to believe: "If you have any grievances, take this white lotus as me and pour out your unhappiness. Although this flower cannot change Real gold and silver, but the more you believe in me, the white lotus god, the more divine power I can use on you. That way, you don't need to set up a stall, and you can transform your life more conveniently."

...So it turns out that this is not the Great Immortal Bai but the God of the White Lotus?He had believed in the wrong fairy before, so the White Lotus God has no magic power, so he can only sell ribs and stewed ham for money?

Fang Qingshi took the lotus, took advantage of the roadside lights to look at it carefully for a while, then looked up and found that Lian Nianchu was back in the crowd selling grilled ribs.He held the flower in one hand and the bowl of stewed ham in the other. It was inconvenient to arrange it, so he simply squatted on the sidewalk, put the duck box on his lap, put the lotus flower on the box, and took a bite of the ham.

The leg meat was soft, waxy and sticky, with a strong meaty aroma, a delicious taste he had never tasted before.Those sugar juices are not only poured on the skin of the meat, but also stewed into the meat, and it melts in the heart after one bite. The sour and astringent mood this afternoon seems to be driven out by the sweetness.

He swallowed a mouthful of hot ham, which warmed his cold heart and stomach a lot, and tears fell into the sweet bittern somehow.

Before he met Lian Nianchu, he had never felt his mood so clearly, and he would scold him when he was scolded, but he had already become numb.But now this white lotus god is willing to think about him, put down so many people, and brought him a bowl of hot meat specially. My emotions became active again, and then my whole heart began to move.

He remembered that after dropping out of junior high school, he wanted to go out to work, but his parents always disagreed, saying that his younger siblings were too young to be watched by others, and accidents were likely to happen. Stayed.But this afternoon, he also earned hundreds of dollars by his own ability, Bai Da... Bailianhua God earned even more, if he followed this ability, a god could also earn a lot of money.

In this case, can he also leave the village, earn more money and send it back home, and become the pillar of the family, and no longer be treated as a waste?