He has not lived enough

The moment Zhao Yu stepped on the ground, he felt that the surrounding scenery was extremely vivid;

The moment Zhao Yu stepped on the ground, he felt that the surrounding scenery was extremely vivid. The sound of hawking, the smell of snacks, and even the cold wind made him feel that he was in a real Jin Dynasty.

Although the imperial palace is graceful and luxurious, if it is too detached from the world, it will give people the illusion that it is not the real world.

And everything around Zhao Yu is full of novelty, if he is not wearing too much clothes, he will almost jump up, but this does not delay his brisk pace.

Walking all the way on the street, Zhao Yu wanted to stop and take a look around when he saw vendors and shops. Bai Qingyu also patiently walked with him, and he silently paid for the small things Zhao Yu wanted to buy, without any impatience .

Zhao Yu himself also brought silver coins and banknotes specially. When he got to the street, he realized that copper coins and iron coins were the most circulated in Dajin, and silver coins and banknotes were only used for bulk transactions.

A master like the original owner who doesn't touch Yang Chunshui with two fingers is naturally ignorant of this common sense, and Zhao Yu was misled by the scene in the TV drama where he threw a pile of money and banknotes at every turn.

Going around like Zhao Yu's is naturally not fast. The street they live in is extremely bustling, with a length of seven or eight miles. After shopping for most of the afternoon, Zhao Yu's legs are sore after going down with fresh energy. .

However, when he looked back and saw the guards holding big bags and Bai Qingyu who was helping him with candied gourds and sugar figurines, Zhao Yu didn't dare to say a word when he was tired, so he smiled embarrassingly, and ran over like a dog and asked, "Bai Qingyu." ...Brother Qingyu, are you tired? I see that there are a lot of people at the wonton stall over there, the taste must be good, how about we go eat something to rest?"

The boy's soft and waxy voice and round eyes are like a deliberately coquettish cat, making people irresistible, and Bai Qingyu's heart seems to have been scratched.

He calmly clenched the hand that wanted to rub the top of the boy's hair, and nodded in agreement.

After shopping for most of the afternoon, it was already dinner time, and there were so many diners at the wonton stand that they even lined up.

Zhao Yu didn't think it was troublesome at all, instead of asking the guards to do it for him, he chose to line up in person. The bustling chatter and laughter and the steaming white mist made him feel like he was back in modern times to buy breakfast.

This feeling is exactly what Zhao Yu, who was served with boring dishes every day in the deep palace, missed.

Seeing Zhao Yu's more lively expression than in the palace, Bai Qingyu curled his lips and signaled the guards who wanted to come to help to go and rest.

When it was finally their turn, Zhao Yu imitated the previous diners and said, "The shopkeeper will order two bowls of shredded chicken wontons, and two scallion pancakes!"

The owner of the wonton stall was a dark-skinned, strong man. He was busy busy when he heard a very clear young voice, and he couldn't help but look up.

I saw a young man in Chinese clothes standing in front of the stall with high spirits and staring at the spoon in his hand expectantly. Although his face was only pretty, his eyes were clean and clear with a smile on his face, and the exposed tiger teeth were even more lovely, which made people I can't help but feel good about it.

Can't help but look at the young man more, the stall owner yelled: "Okay, Mr. Xiao Lang, two bowls of wontons and two shortbread—"

On the one hand, two bowls of fragrant wontons are neatly served, and shredded chicken, green onions, and coriander are finely chopped and sprinkled into the bowls. The green and white side dishes are served with wontons with thin skins and fillings.

Zhao Yu smiled and thanked him and stretched out his hand to serve it. Just as the stall owner was about to say something to remind him that it was hot, the man behind the boy said, "I'll do it."

Only then did the stall owner notice the man who had been waiting for the young man behind him. He was dressed in blue clothes and did not wear any expensive accessories, but his appearance was as cold and handsome as jade, and his temperament was calm and elegant. From the stall owner's experience, this man was by no means an ordinary citizen.

Although this capital has the most noble families, the two of them are not ordinary dandies at first glance, but the stall owner did not show extra preferential treatment because he saw their special identities.

With a warm smile, he brought the wontons to the man, and quickly took out two browned and crispy shortbreads from the oven and handed them to the expectant boy.

"Wow, it's so hot, so hot!"

Zhao Yu took the shortbread and sat down on the small table, took a bite, was so scalded by the hot steam that tears came out that she couldn't bear to spit it out, chewed a few mouthfuls, swallowed it, quickly took another bite and repeated the action just now, The posture of gobbling it up seemed as if he had never eaten enough in the palace.

Seeing his greedy and pitiful appearance, Bai Qingyu reminded: "Eat slowly, if you eat too many pancakes, you won't be able to eat wontons."

Zhao Yu thought so too, and reluctantly put down the shortbread and started eating wontons. He first took a mouthful of the soup and blew it in the spoon, and after taking a sip carefully, his eyes lit up immediately.

This soup is not as rich as the palace simmered with various tonics. After the entrance, the deliciousness spreads from the tip of the tongue, and the natural mellow chicken soup rippling between the lips and teeth.

Zhao Yu drank a few sips one after another, feeling warm all over his body, and scooped up wontons into his mouth again. The meat filling was springy, and the skin was slippery. tasty!"

Seeing that he was satisfied with his meal, the stall owner proudly said while he was busy: "Don't think my stall is small, Mr. Xiaolang, but it was passed down from my father's time. I can't smash my own signboard!"

He pointed to the broth in the pot again: "Let's talk about my chicken soup. I use old hens raised by myself. I simmer it on a slow fire every night. In the morning, even the chicken bones are boiled, except for the onion, ginger and salt. Nothing else is added, and the soup made in this way is called old chicken soup, and wontons are only delicious when this soup is delicious!"

Zhao Yu listened with gusto and nodded repeatedly, not forgetting to let Bai Qingyu eat while it was hot.

Bai Qingyu knew that his appetite was not very good, but today he quickly ate a bowl of wontons, and said: "If you like this, why not invite this master to your home."

After taking the last sip of soup, Zhao Yu shook his head and said with a smile, "Part of the reason why this wonton is delicious is because the chef is good at cooking, and part of it is because of the good place to eat."

He looked at the simple and lively pavement, and sighed leisurely: "The house is too big, and it's too lonely... Only such a noisy place can taste the best taste."

There is a bit of loneliness in the yearning.

Bai Qingyu's expression paused, he thought that Zhao Yu always remembered to come out of the palace because he liked to have fun, but what he saw today...

Rather than being greedy for fun, the child seems to be greedy for the fireworks outside the palace.

The palace walls are naturally rich and prosperous, how many people sharpen their heads and think about getting in, but who can tell the emptiness and loneliness in the real place.

Seeing the fragility of the child in front of him, he wanted to comfort Bai Qingyu but didn't know how to say it - he was calm and reserved since he was a child, and he never tried to comfort others.

However, Zhao Yu's unhappiness was only for a moment, and he didn't think about it anymore after expressing his emotions. He was going to eat his scallion shortbread, but unexpectedly, a shortbread fell out of his hand.

"My cake—"

Seeing the shortbread fall, Zhao Yu stretched out Erkang's hand to pick it up, but the cake seemed to have a mind of its own. Zhao Yu watched helplessly as it escaped from his hand and rolled forward like a wheel, until it was two or three meters away. Only reluctantly made a few laps and stopped.

Reluctantly withdrawing her hand, the corners of Zhao Yu's mouth drooped, this time it was really unhappy written all over her face.

Amused by his childish behavior, Bai Qingyu covered his low smile with a light cough, and gave him his untouched shortbread. Only then was Zhao Yu satisfied, and smiled briskly at Bai Qingyu: "Thank you, Qingyu!" Brother Yu!"

He has been called the third brother by his sister for many years, but the "Brother Qingyu" that the child said made his ears burn slightly, Bai Qingyu suppressed the strange feeling in his heart, and said softly: As long as you like it. "

Just as Zhao Yu was about to put the shortbread in his mouth, a childish voice timidly said: "Brother, your biscuit fell."

Both Zhao Yu and Bai Qingyu turned their heads to look, and saw a seven or eight-year-old boy in an old patched jacket holding the cake that had just fallen. Although he was swallowed by the smell, he still took the cake. hold over.

When the guards scattered around saw this and wanted to come over, Bai Qingyu shook his head slightly and they stopped, but their eyes were still watching the child vigilantly.

Fortunately, the child stopped after just bringing the cake. Zhao Yu was taken aback for a moment and quickly thanked him, took the cake and put it on the table.

Although he is not a person who is extravagant and wasteful, the front and back of this cake are covered with dust, so he can't eat it for hygiene reasons.

Seeing that he refused to eat, the child looked eagerly at the cake on the table, hesitantly grabbed the corner of his clothes, and asked cautiously: "Brother, do you still want your cake? If you don't want it... can you give it to me?"

Zhao Yu was quietly observing the child, and seeing him say this, he couldn't help feeling sour, got up and rubbed his head, and coaxed, "This cake is already dirty, can I buy you a new one?"

The child quickly shook his head, pointed at the cake and whispered, "I just want this one, not a new one."

The child's sensible and well-behaved made Zhao Yu even more uncomfortable. He asked softly, "What's your name? Where's your grandma and grandpa?"

The child only said that his name was Li Xiaowu, then bowed his head and said nothing, and the stall owner said: "He works for the Tzu Chi Bureau in the back alley, and he often looks for work on the street to help out in exchange for some food. Don't look at his small strength." But Dali works hard and is a good boy!"

The Salesian Bureau is an orphanage established by the Dajin government. The management is quite complete. The daily funds are allocated by the state and donations from the people are also accepted. In addition to food and clothing, sickness and school are also managed by the Salesian Bureau. How can there be children? Looking for something to eat outside?

Just thinking about the shock in his wrist, Zhao Yu bowed his head and glanced away. The system released a new task.

[Task name: Visit the Salesian Bureau;

Task requirements: Go to the Salesian Bureau with Li Xiaowu to visit and learn about the situation.

Task points: 5000;

Mission description: The emperor who goes deep into the grassroots is a good emperor! ]

Turning off the system and looking at Bai Qingyu, Zhao Yu said, "You lead us to the Salesian Bureau, and I'll buy some shortbread as your thank you, what do you think?"

Even if he didn't have this task, he would still go and have a look. Such a small child was looking for something to eat outside. Could it be that the officials of the Salesian Bureau didn't let them eat enough?

Li Xiaowu let out an ah, and looked at him with big round eyes.

Zhao Yu made up a random reason: "I made a wish before. If the wish comes true, I will find a place to donate some money to fulfill the wish. It is a coincidence that I met you today. How about donating it to your Salesian Bureau?"

Now Li Xiaowu understood, even though he was young, he knew that this was a good thing, so he immediately nodded in agreement.

It took a while for the next batch of shortbread to be ready, so Zhao Yu asked Li Xiaowu to sit down and wait, and then asked the stall owner to bring him a bowl of wontons.

The author says:

Going to the grassroots level to explore the people's livelihood——Welcome to the Dajin Edition's social and people's livelihood column group——