The old man raised his eyebrows, showing a look of surprise and surprise, and praised him repeatedly.
"No wonder I have never heard this kind of tune. It sounds melodious and euphemistic, and it has become its own tune - young man, your talent in folk art is really amazing, amazing, amazing -"
Prince An Nanran.
This time I was really surprised.
My family knows my own affairs, and apart from a few familiar arias, I know nothing about Peking Opera...
Unless you can get skills.
But is there any use for me to have such a skill? Is it useless to show off my face and make a big show on stage?
Wang Zi'an complained in his heart, with a decent smile on his face. He was just about to say a few words of humility when he heard the old man change the topic and pointed to the seat opposite to invite.
"I haven't seen such a talented young man in music for a long time. I wonder if you would be interested in sitting down and drinking a cup of tea with me..."
Of course you can have this!
Wang Zi'an glanced at the two graceful girls, and immediately showed an elegant and gentle smile. He nodded without any pretense, raised his buttocks and sat down.
"Thank you, father-in-law, for showing me your love - that would be disrespectful..."
He touched the teapot familiarly and refilled the tea for the old man. He raised the teacup and took the opportunity to strike up a conversation with the two young ladies.
The result was a disappointment.
The girl in the goose yellow dress nodded to him reservedly, indifferently but not rudely. The girl in the light blue dress was a little troubled, and she didn't even take a look at him...
He didn't feel embarrassed, turned his head calmly, and asked seemingly unintentionally.
"Mr., you are taking your family out to enjoy the snow. It's really fun——"
He glanced at the two female relatives following behind the old man, and couldn't help but speculate sourly. They didn't look like grandparents. These two were the old guy's concubines, weren't they?
This evil old society!
"How could I be so elegant? I was just resting and resting. When I went out for a walk, I happened to see my two nieces busy here, so I came over to help..."
The old man glanced at the girl following him and replied with a smile.
It turns out to be my niece!
Wang Zi'an breathed a sigh of relief inexplicably, and even looked at the old man with a much kinder look.
He raised his eyes and glanced at the noisy crowd in front of him.
"My father-in-law? Is there someone giving porridge in front of me?"
"Yes, when the heavy snow comes, I don't know how many people will be homeless. Let's save every one..."
Wang Zi'an was reminded of his thoughts just now by this sentence, and he nodded somewhat dullly and sighed with emotion.
"Although kindness is good? It's a pity..."
"What's the pity?"
Before Wang Zi'an finished speaking, he heard the girl on the right wearing a goose-yellow palace dress asking coldly.
What a bad tone!
Why is there such a big reaction!
Wang Zi'an complained in his heart, turning a blind eye to the girl's slightly frowning eyebrows. With a just right smile on his face, he explained patiently.
"It's a pity that it's just a drop in the bucket, treating the symptoms but not the root cause - what do you think? This porridge shed can't be set up every day? Just set it up once in a while? After eating today? What about tomorrow? What about the day after tomorrow? This winter has just begun, once the porridge shed is gone? These people
Sooner or later it’s not—”
"So what do you think? Are we just going to watch them starve to death on the streets? Is our porridge shed set up wrong?"
Wang Zi'an hasn't finished speaking yet? The girl has already put down the teacup in her hand angrily.
Forehead--
It turns out that he is the one who gives out porridge...
The prince felt embarrassed when he settled down.
"Beauty? Forget it? Don't be like this kind of person——"
Before Wang Zi'an had time to explain, he heard the woman on the left wearing a light blue dress say calmly.
The voice is cold and indifferent? There is undisguised disgust in the tone.
Such people?
Wang Zi’an:……
Before I even had time to recognize this, I was already disgusted by others.
"Ying'er, don't be anxious? I hear what this little brother means, but he seems to have other opinions?"
Seeing the old man looking over? Wang Zi'an nodded quickly, coughed slightly, took a sip of the tea cup - vomited, almost spit it out.
Oily, sour, salty, spicy and sweet...
As I was just posing, I forgot that I couldn't bear the tea of the Tang Dynasty.
"Pfft——"
Seeing this guy's embarrassed appearance, the girl on the left wearing a goose-yellow palace skirt couldn't help but laugh out loud, but she immediately restrained herself and assumed a reserved and dignified posture.
"Is it because the tea is too hot?"
The old man asked with some concern.
"Thank you for your concern, husband, no, no -"
Wang Zi'an put down the tea cup with some embarrassment and quickly changed the subject to remedy the situation.
"As the saying goes, helping people in emergencies does not help the poor. Although this soup porridge can save them for a while, it cannot save them for a long time. Therefore, if you want to really help them, you need to find a way for them to make a living..."
"I thought there were some clever means, but it turned out that they were just talkers. Who doesn't know this truth? But as for the means and the capital, it all depends on your mouth——"
Before Wang Zi'an finished speaking, the girl in the light blue dress on the right sneered in a disdainful tone.
Hey!
If I don't show my best, you won't know that Lord Ma has three eyes - cough, three eyes!
"Of course you can't rely on your words, but you can't make mistakes if you rely on me."
Wang Zi'an said, glancing at her proudly. Without waiting for the other party to refute, he continued.
"To completely solve their predicament, it's actually very simple. It only takes four words..."
As Wang Zi'an spoke, he dipped his finger in the tea and wrote four big words on the table: Work for relief!
"Ha--that's a big statement--well--"
The girl on the right subconsciously wanted to ridicule, but before she finished speaking, she stopped and stared thoughtfully at the four words on the table.
The old man with a gray beard had already sat upright involuntarily, with a glint in his eyes.
“Tsk—pretending to be profound—can working-for-relief work still be used as food?”
The girl on the left was a little dissatisfied with her sister's failure, so she couldn't help but give the prince a slap in the face.
"Don't be rude about your beauty - little brother, can you be more specific?"
After the old man finished speaking, he stood up, holding the pot with both hands, and personally gave the prince a cup of dark tea.
"I don't dare, I don't dare, please sit down, father--"
Wang Zi'an quickly stood up and thanked him, and took the opportunity to quietly move the cup of greasy tea aside. This thing was a little fuzzy when he was close to it.
Seeing the seriousness of the old man, Wang Zi'an couldn't stop showing off, and gave a general introduction to the practice of working for relief in later generations.
The eyes of the three of them became brighter and brighter as they listened. Especially the old man sitting in the middle was so excited that he almost pulled off his beard.
"Wonderful! In this way, it will not only eliminate the increasing hidden dangers of refugees in Chang'an City, but also solve the living problems of the victims. At the same time, it can also promote the infrastructure construction in Chang'an City. This little brother's plan kills three birds with one stone. It is really wonderful!"