In the lobby, the tall and thin man and the old man were silent for a while.
After a long time, the old man smiled bitterly and said, "I finally know what your future father-in-law means when you send two smiling faces. Don't you reach out and hit the smiling faces?"
The beggar who was knocked down by the two smiling faces was a little confused and lay at the foot of the steps for a long time.
Just as Yu Sheng was about to get up and go to see if anyone was alright, Jian Li appeared next to him holding a broken umbrella.
"Brother, are you okay?" Li was leaning over to help the man up when he saw the old beggar stood up straight, so neatly that he didn't even look like a beggar.
"I've got cross-eyes. I can't keep you two from being blind." The old beggar cursed at the disappearing figures of the two smiling men, but they didn't hear him.
The beggar then turned around to fight off the muddy water on his body, and said to Zheng Zheng, "I'm fine, it's just a pity that I have this bowl." He looked at the debris at his feet with a look of regret.
Li Zheng followed his gaze and saw that the fragments of the bowl were as white as snow, with blue and white patterns printed on them. They looked very valuable, "Isn't this bowl very precious?"
"Of course it's precious. This is the guy I eat with." The old beggar said. "In order to buy such a bowl, I spent all my savings since begging, which is twenty guan."
Li Zheng raised his head and looked at him in surprise, "How much? Twenty strings! One bowl?"
"Yes." The old beggar squatted down and picked up the broken bowl fragments, and threw them into the field nearby to avoid cutting the passers-by. "They are precious enough, aren't they? Those two immoral things."
"No, I mean twenty guan, and you bought a bowl?!" Li Zheng said incomprehensibly, "You can use that money to buy something casually, and you don't need to be a beggar, right?"
Twenty guan, even Li Zheng himself had not saved so much money, but this beggar actually used it to buy a bowl. With this kind of thinking, no wonder he wanted to be a beggar.
"What do you know?" The beggar stood up and looked at Li Zheng with contempt, "This means that if a worker wants to do his job well, he must first sharpen his tools."
Li Zheng was choked and had nothing to say. When he saw the beggar raising his feet to enter the inn, he hurriedly followed him and asked: "How can you make money by being a beggar? You have actually saved twenty guan."
"Being a beggar doesn't make you any money. It's a skilled trade, and it's not something you ordinary people can do." The beggar said proudly.
Li Zheng was just asking, but he really wanted to be a beggar from time to time.
He said to Yu Sheng who came up to him: "Xiao Yu'er, prepare a bowl for me another day. I will beg for food when I really can't make any money."
"Hey, you haven't even gone to beg for food yet, so you have to sharpen your food first." Yu Sheng teased.
"You don't just find a bowl and sharpen it. My bowl is not an ordinary bowl. It is made by a skilled craftsman..." The beggar stopped here. He saw the bowl on the inn table.
"Oh, this is a good bowl." The beggar walked swiftly and rushed towards the table where Si You was sitting closest to the door, reaching out to grab a bowl filled with rice.
Si You moved faster than the beggar. With a wave of his hand, the running beggar was still running, but it was as if he was stuck on a treadmill and could no longer move forward.
The female secretary, You Cuihua, rolled her eyes and looked at the beggar's dirty, ragged clothes with mud and water all over them. She said with disdain, "If you want a bowl, order your own food."
"Girl, what you said is wrong. I am a beggar and I have always begged for food. How can I buy food?" said the running beggar.
He stretched out his hand, his face immediately became sad, his eyes were sad, and his tone became the tone of begging, "Miss, poor, poor old man, I haven't eaten in three days, please give me some food."
Li Zheng, who was standing next to him, was stunned. His face changed so quickly, his tone was so lively, and his attitude was so professional. It was beyond the capabilities of ordinary people.
"Go, go." The female clerk Youshen was afraid that the beggar's dirty hands would spoil her mood. She waved her hand and the running beggar moved sideways to the counter, still running non-stop.
"Hey, girl, if you don't give alms, you don't have to embarrass this old man." The beggar lowered his head and stared at his feet, "Hey, why can't I stop."
Not only was the beggar's body extremely dirty, but he also didn't smell very good. In order not to delay the cooking skills of the inn, Yu Sheng spoke out.
He threw the wine gourd to Fu Nan and asked him to get wine for Li Zheng, "I said, sir, if you don't have money to eat, I will find you a cool place to stay."
When Yu Sheng was talking, the old beggar was trying his best to stop himself, but he kept running with his legs, and he couldn't stop even though he tried his best with his upper body.
It was not convenient for me to talk like this for the rest of my life. I stood in front of the old beggar: "If you beg for food, I will leave the leftovers for you later, which will be enough for you to have a nice meal."
Because the food is so delicious, the guests usually don’t have much left over. They say it’s leftover, but it’s actually because Yu Sheng cooked some more for himself.
On weekdays, my little grandson and his little kids often come to the inn to satisfy their cravings, and this is where all the leftovers they eat come from.
"Who said I have no money?" As soon as Yu Sheng finished speaking, the running old beggar immediately became unhappy.
"You have money?" Yu Sheng's attitude immediately improved, "It's easy to do things if you have money. I'll do whatever you want to eat right away."
"Although I have money, I don't buy food." The beggar said confidently, "Begging is my business. I can't pay for food and ruin my reputation in this business."
Yu Sheng was speechless, and he waved his hand to Si You, "Please help me throw him outside and run under the eaves, so that he can miss his lost youth."
Si You was happy to help others, and with a wave of his hand, the beggar flew directly to the outside under the eaves, and started running with a "clack".
Li Zheng took the wine gourd from Fu Nan, and when he left the inn, he did not forget to persuade him, "You said you are in such a mess, and you still don't pay for a good meal."
"You don't understand. As the saying goes, you can't live without being crazy. If you want to be superior to others in the beggar's profession, you must have strict requirements on yourself." The beggar said breathlessly.
"You..." Li Zheng looked down upon the old beggar's intelligence and went back under his oily paper umbrella. Now Li Zheng no longer envied the beggar for making more money.
The air in the hotel immediately became much better.
The old man who had been watching the excitement pointed at the long-legged cup and asked the tall and thin man: "By the way, is this wine bottle sick? The wine it drank is the same as the wine it drank before."
The tall and thin man was startled, "No way?"
He let go of the long-legged wine bottle that had been struggling in his hand, desperately trying to drink from the wine bowl. After filling himself up, the tall and thin man took a sip.
He took another sip of the wine in the wine bowl and said, "Hey, that's strange, it's not bad."
In the past, wine tasted purer after being drunk from long-legged wine bottles. This was also the unique feature of male and female wine glasses, but I don't know why it doesn't work today.
"The wine in the inn is not muddy and does not need to be filtered by your wine bottle. The wine tastes natural and flawless." Aunt Qing, who was drinking Wangyou wine, turned back and asked the tall and thin man, "Is your mother okay? She hasn't been seen for a few days."
The tall and thin man was startled, "You, you know my mother? She, she has a very strong body."
Before Aunt Qing could answer, the long-legged wine bottle had already jumped up and chirped to say hello to Aunt Qing.
"We know you." Aunt Qing turned around and continued to taste the wine. She said to Yu Sheng, "Your mother used to borrow their cup when she drank some muddy wine."
Yu Sheng nodded.
At this time, Bai Gaoxing, who had changed his clothes, came out with wine and food. Seeing that there were only two people left at the tall and thin table, he asked: "Are you still eating?"
"Yes," the old man said, turning around and saying, "The beggar scolded us just now, so we're treating him to this meal."