Ning Hongzhao had just picked up the tea cup and was about to drink it when he heard a noise coming from outside the private room.
He put down the cup and asked the boy outside the door: "Wood, what's the matter?"
Mu Mu responded: "Sir, here comes a kid selling dried fruits. I told you that you have already ordered the ones from the teahouse, but he insists that they are different from the ones sold downstairs and wants you to try them and want you to buy them.
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Ning Hongzhao curved the corners of his lips, sat down and said, "Come in."
Hearing this, Mu Mu opened the door of the private room.
A thin child with dirty clothes limped in carrying a small wooden basket.
"Young Master Jixiang, I sell dried fruits on Nanbei Street. I think the dried fruits are the most delicious in Jiangbei Prefecture. Are you willing to try them?"
Ning Hongzhao took a look at the dried fruits in his small wooden basket. The quality was actually worse than those sold in this teahouse, and it was even mixed with a lot of stones.
He asked: "How do you sell these dried fruits?"
The child replied: "Sixty cents per handful."
"Little guy, this teahouse only costs 30 cents per pound. You're really cheating my young master," Mu Mu followed him in. After hearing him finish the price, he couldn't help but interrupt, "You're such a fool."
Could it be that the dried fruits were struck with silver?"
Hearing Mu Mu's disdain, the child reluctantly grabbed a handful from the basket and wanted to hand it to Ning Hongzhao: "Young Master, try it. It's really delicious. Please buy it, little one."
There was still dust on his hands, and there was even dirt hidden in his fingernails.
Mu Mu wanted to stop him, but Ning Hongzhao reached out to stop him.
"What if I don't buy it?"
Ning Hongzhao asked.
When the child heard this, he knelt down in front of Ning Hongzhao, held up the dried fruit in his hand, and tried his best to persuade him: "Master, I beg you to show mercy and buy some for me."
"I can help you buy all your dried fruits, and I can even give you some extra silver," Ning Hongzhao stretched out his hand and put down a few grains of broken silver on the table, and then placed a single ingot of silver not far away.
Then he continued, "But how can you guarantee that after leaving this teahouse, the money will still be yours?"
The child was stunned when he heard this. His eyes did not stay on the silver coin for too long. Instead, he stuffed the dried fruit back into Xiao Mulan and kowtowed to Ning Hongzhao: "Young Master, please teach me."
From a distance, watching the child kneel and kowtow to Ning Hongzhao, Leng Mingyu curiously asked Zelan: "Sister, why do you want a little beggar to sell dried fruits to Mr. Ning?"
"To test his kindness."
Zeelan gave him a handful of dried fruits and explained.
Leng Mingyu took it, but put it in his hand without eating it, but tried to analyze it: "Oh, it depends on whether he buys it, right?
The little beggar's clothes are so pitiful. If he doesn't buy it, he has no kindness.
If he buys it, he is very kind."
An Zhi smiled and shook his head: "Yes, and no."
Leng Mingyu tilted his head and asked in confusion: "Why?"
"Brother, when we look at things, we cannot limit ourselves to the surface. We must learn to observe carefully and see through the phenomena to see the essence.
The little beggar is certainly pitiful, but the dried fruits he sells are inferior to others, and even mixed with a lot of stones to make it difficult to eat. However, they are more than twice as expensive as others, so they are obviously not worth buying.
If you see a person as pitiful, no matter whether he is good or bad, you will help him unconditionally, or even help him with all your money. This is called overflowing kindness, and he is suitable to be a holy mother, but not a good son-in-law."
Zeelan explained patiently while peeling the dried fruits.
Leng Mingyu suddenly realized it and asked curiously: "But he is rich. If he is not willing to pay even sixty cents, doesn't he have no kindness at all? Such a person is not a good person."