Chapter 37

The capital is full of flowers and there are breakfast stalls everywhere. Xu Qi'an has to eat and clothe himself in the breakfast stalls outside the two streets of the county government.

The stall owner was a small, thin, middle-aged man with dark skin. He was wearing a black apron. Everyone was smiling humbly.

The craftsmanship is not bad. Xu Qi'an is very satisfied with his food. The only drawback is that the people in Dafeng capital like to eat sweet food. It's just soymilk, and the tofu brain also contains sugar.

Xu Qi'an didn't plan to compromise in this heretical city. He told the stall owner not to put sugar in. He added soy sauce, pork fat, scallion and minced garlic.

In addition, there are four fried dough sticks, six meat buns, two steamed buns, a bowl of porridge and three dishes.

After eating, Xu Qian is ready to pay the bill.

"You're welcome, Chai Ye. It's my blessing that you can come here to eat breakfast." The stall owner looked at Xu Qi'an's clothes and refused to ask for money.

His eyes swept the empty dish left by Xu Qi'an, and his eyes flashed with heartache.

"No?"

The stall owner swallowed his saliva. Xu Qi'an ate four or five people's breakfast. It's just a small business. It's a business of getting up early and going to the dark. It's barely making ends meet.

But I still don't dare to... I really don't dare to.

"No, no, I can't charge you." At a glance, the stall owner knew that he had been beaten by society.

"Well, I'll sit down for a while and leave you alone." Xu Qi'an waves the stall owner away.

The stall owner resigned and left.

"The system of Dafeng Dynasty has been corrupt for a long time. If the petty officials don't rectify it for a day, people's life will not get better." Looking at the busy figure of the stall owner, Xu Qi'an thought of his eyes, which were painful and didn't dare to ask for money. He was just like a beggar.

"Since ancient times, the most harmful thing to the common people is always the fly that the big people can't see."

He took out ten Wen from his pocket, folded it on the table and left in silence.

"Finally left..." the stall owner was relieved and came to clean up the dishes.

What bad luck! He thought with chagrin.

When he came to the table, the stall owner was stunned. There was a stack of copper plates on the table. The constable not only paid, but also paid more.

The stall owner rushed out a few steps, only to see the looming tolerance clothing in the crowd, has gone far.

He opened his mouth and his throat seemed to be blocked by something.

Over the years, he has been "thankless." Li Mu Bai shook his head.

"Then there are only poems," Zhang Shen said after a sip of tea. "Since ancient poems are moving people's minds, it's better to make an inspiring poem than to open a school to persuade them."

With that, the three great Confucians looked at each other and shook their heads in unison.

The poetry has been weak for a long time.

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