After the global recovery I crossed

It is impossible to judge the dressing habits and economic level of people in this world from the clothes of beggars, but it can be seen now.

There are not many people.Not far from them was a peddler selling steamed stuffed buns, wearing gray cloth clothes.Most of the people who bought steamed stuffed buns in his shop wore commoner clothes, and few wore silk clothes.

The steamed stuffed buns seemed to come in two pieces, regardless of vegetables and meat, and they were far away. Lin Xingtao looked at the hot air and imagined the hot taste.

There were really few people in the market, and they won a total of nine coins in a short period of time, which should not be so few in normal times.

Looking at the sun, Da Le got up and handed a small stick and a small bowl to a child, and asked him to go for a walk around.

Lin Xingtao didn't say much, because he knew that he didn't understand the world, and some of his words were just groundless conjectures and suggestions, in terms of how experience and skills could be compared to these children who had lived as beggars for so many years.

In fact, Lin Xingtao is almost desperate for this faceless world.

terrible!Some people don't look at their faces!

Those passers-by didn't pay much attention to this small corner crowded with beggars, and the kind-hearted man who gave him nine texts hurriedly put down and left.

No one will look at a beggar's face.

Even though Lin Xingtao didn't make a sound and just observed secretly, it's still embarrassing.

Finally, the number of people gradually increased—some people who were not quite the same as the ordinary people appeared.

Lin Xingtao saw the horse and the carriage for the first time.

The wheels were rumbling, and the sound came from far to near, and it came into view together with the flying dust.

The brown car body is wrapped with luxurious silk on all sides, and the windows with exquisite patterns are covered tightly by a blue cloth curtain. Presumably even a trace of cold wind can freeze the nobleman's hair, and no noise will disturb it. The nobleman's state of mind.

Two smooth, well-built horses knocked on the stone slabs, and following the scolding of the coachman sitting in front, the horses hooved sharply, and a long white steam was emitted from their noses and mouths, and the neighing sound resounded through the street.

The carriage stopped very close, and Lin Xingtao realized that the horses that looked the same in the video turned out to be so tall. Sitting on the ground, he suddenly had the feeling that the horses were looking down at him and crushing him.

Such horses and carriages can indeed kill people.

The carriage stopped slowly, the well-trained horses did not bring any big bumps, and the curtains did not shake much.

The people inside chatted for a while, and the curtain was pulled open by a pair of slender hands.

A woman in a yellow silk dress and with a green snail-like hairstyle slowly came out of the carriage.

She has a round face and delicate features, but there is nothing attractive about her - she is not the real owner of this carriage.

Maybe a maid.

That's right, rich ladies or sons don't get out of the car to go shopping in high spirits. Instead, maids and servants get out of the car and buy them and present them on the car. The nobleman sits in the box to preserve his elegance and decency.

Just like now, the real nobles don't even communicate with the outside world.

But maybe it's because of the cold.Lin Xingtao thought, his dream of meeting the innocent and cute little princess has been dashed.

The servant girl went to the steamed bun vendor and bought a few steamed buns, but she didn't turn around and walk into the carriage, but surprisingly walked into the small corner where the beggars stayed.

She bent down and handed out the bun, and Da Le, who was peeling wood, raised her head.

He happily and gratefully asked: "Is my sister for us?"

The servant girl shook her head: "My lady said, only for you."

Da Le looked at her suspiciously: "What does this mean, only I can eat it, and others can't? Why is it so?"

"Only for you, but after you pick it up, you can give it to others."

"But you can only give it to others after you pick it up." The servant girl answered him softly.

After seeing Da Le take the bun in confusion, she said softly, "You need to remember who my young lady is."

"Who is it?" Without waiting for Da Le to reply, Lin Xingtao pushed aside the person standing in front of him, and looked directly at the servant girl.

The servant girl was slightly taken aback when she saw Lin Xingtao, then frowned and looked back at the carriage, and then answered Lin Xingtao's question again: "Second Miss Xiao of the Sheriff's Mansion."

The servant girl straightened up and hurried back to the car. Da Le held the bun and asked behind her, "Second Miss Xiao, why did you only give it to me and not to others?"

A pleasant voice came from inside the carriage: "Of course I'm happy."

She only said this sentence, which was equivalent to saying nothing, and stopped talking, but the maid went back to the carriage and opened the curtain to say a few words.

Lin Xingtao raised his ears this time, and vaguely heard something like "Will he admit the wrong person" and "Quite extraordinary".

The whole carriage was suddenly quiet for a while, Dale took out a steamed stuffed bun and stuffed it to Lin Xingtao who was staring at the carriage.

Lin Xingtao didn't answer, he stood up and stood at the front.

At this moment, the curtain of the car suddenly lifted a corner.

Lin Xingtao and that Second Miss Xiao looked at each other fiercely.

Lin Xingtao saw a pair of clear eyes blended with the beauty of lotus petals.

He couldn't help raising a bright smile, and asked: "Miss Xiao Er, don't you think it's too petty to give out a few buns?"

Ruolian's girl slightly raised her slender eyebrows, but there was a faint misty smell between her eyebrows and eyes. She said, "Don't beggars who accept other people's kindness have a big heart that thinks kindness is too small?"

What she meant was that Lin Xingtao shouldn't despise other people's kindness, even if it's very small - how can a beggar have the qualifications to despise this or that.

Of course Lin Xingtao understands this truth, and he is not qualified to criticize others for not doing enough, but now he needs to attract the attention of Miss Xiao Er and pretend to be that keyboard warrior.

He kept his smile, the corners of his mouth curved deliberately, and his voice brought a little smile at the right time: "But I don't think that Miss just wants to satisfy my whim."

Second Miss Xiao slightly raised her eyebrows: "Continue."

"There are no free buns in the world. You gave yourself a name to let this child know who to repay in the future. What do you want him to give back to you, miss?"

"A little beggar's life, or someone else's future? You have made no secret of your intentions."

"Your kindness can be said to be a convenient investment that turns into a huge profit?"

Lin Xingtao saw that Miss Xiao's expression became a little colder, and immediately softened his voice, and shouted: "Miss, why don't you look at other people, for example——"

"I'm not bad." He pointed to himself.

Here's a potential stock coming soon!

It is rare for Lin Xingtao to be classified as other people. In the past, other people always talked like "Lin Xingtao and others".

Hearing his words, Second Miss Xiao pursed her lips to hide the faint smile and coldness, and lowered the curtain with her bare hands burning incense and candles.

"Ridiculous, what would I do with the life of a little beggar? You who do nothing but accuse good-hearted people here are too arrogant. Hoe the garden, drive!"

arrogant?Lin Xingtao was taken aback.

The coachman was about to drive the car away, but he chewed on the word "arrogance" and stared at the curtain, as if he wanted to penetrate the carriage.

Finally, a faint sentence came from the carriage: "Besides, it's different from what you keep saying, I'm afraid you prefer purposeful kindness."

Lin Xingtao replied in a low voice: "Whether purposeful kindness is kindness is as puzzling as whether late justice is justice."

"However, I must now need your purposeful kindness, miss."

Second Miss Xiao smiled: "Do you still want buns?"

Sure enough, she still became interested in Lin Xingtao.

But this time through the curtain, it was Lin Xingtao's turn to look cold.

He crossed his arms and said loudly, "Second Miss Xiao, I don't want buns, but you have to remember who I am!"

Now that it's out of the way, he's not something a few steamed buns can buy.

The groom who was whipping the horse suddenly turned his head and glared at him, an impolite man.

Lin Xingtao was not afraid.

He laughed loudly and said: "Just treat me as arrogant. My name is only for you to listen to. The maid and the coachman next to you had better cover your ears!"

The Second Miss Xiao paused in the carriage, and then said lightly, "Zhi Yu, Hu Yuan, cover your ears."

So Lin Xingtao said to her:

"My surname is Lin, and my name is Xingtao!"

The voice echoed and rushed into the thick curtain, but I don't know if it has rushed into people's hearts.

"I know."

With a faint reply, the carriage started.

Lin Xingtao was thinking about whether there was any mistake or omission in his behavior just now, when suddenly a white light flashed across his cheek, and hit something behind him with a light "chi" sound.

He suppressed his startled feeling and saw the coachman withdraw his hand.The coachman said in a low voice, "Take the token well."

Lin Xingtao turned his head, and Da Le was behind him, maintaining the posture of handing out the buns with one hand, and tightly grasping the token with the other.Seeing Lin Xingtao looking over, he stretched out his hand, and on the palm of his hand was a snow-white jade pendant with a dragon pattern on it.

The wheels creaked, ran over the less noisy hustle and bustle of the bazaar, and walked through the mundane world in the wind and snow, and soon disappeared.

"Teacher, do you really not want buns?"

Lin Xingtao snatched the bun, but pushed the jade pendant back into Da Le's palm.

"She's taken a fancy to you, remember to go find her." He instructed earnestly.

Da Le scratched his head: "Teacher, I think she's looking for you...she didn't even ask my name."

"Do you have a name?" Lin Xingtao removed his hand that was scratching his head. This guy was still holding a bun in his hand, making his hair oily.

After a pause, he thought about it and said, "I just suddenly had the inspiration for a good name."

Dale's eyes lit up.

"My surname is Chen, and my name is Youle... I have it!"

"Chen Kele, how are you? Ke means a stone like jade." Lin Xingtao squatted down, biting a slightly cold bun while writing the word "Ke" on the snow.

"Wenxuan tree feather cover, ride a horse and call Yuke." He read a poem, and Dale repeated it.

Da Le rarely asked what the poem meant, he just laughed happily.

"I will also ride in that kind of carriage and ride that kind of horse in the future."

Lin Xingtao laughed wildly in his heart, a silly boy who doesn't know the name.

After you crown, I will help you choose characters, such as Baishi, such as Kelong.

I can't drink Coke, but there is a boy named Coke by my side, so it's very comfortable.

"That's right!" Lin Xingtao's face tightened.

He felt that there must be a reason for Da Le to be favored by Taoist priests and Miss Xiao Er.

"Don't forget the wealth and honor."

He held Da Le's hand and made Chen Sheng's voice.