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Text Chapter 68. Opening a porridge restaurant

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    After returning home, his father Liu Da immediately ordered his servants to heat up the remaining food.  Liu Wenyang didn't say much, except that he had recovered the gourd.  As for why he wanted to chase, he didn't explain much.  Although the father had some doubts about this, every time his son did something right, he always did more right than wrong, so he stopped asking questions.  However, during the conversation, Liu Wenyang took the opportunity to tell his father about Chun Shisanniang¡¯s invitation to open a Guanxiang Hall in the county and work together to do business.  The father was stunned for a moment, and then said: "This is a good thing. It is better to go to the county town than to stay in a small place." He then said: "A man has his ambitions in all directions, so don't worry about home. When I get older, I will grow old."  Just stay at home and enjoy the happiness, while you go out and work hard Haha, if you work harder, I will also be able to enjoy the wealth and descendants." Liu Wenyang felt relieved when he saw him like this. He originally thought that his father would be worried about him and would not let him go.  Leave home by yourself.  But I didn't realize how far-fetched my dad was when he smiled. After all, there are a few parents in the world who are really willing to let their sons work hard away from home.  After these twists and turns, Liu Wenyang finally understood that this money is not safe anywhere. Instead of hiding it deep, it is better to take it out and do business. But what to do?  Liu Wenyang thought about it and soon came up with an idea. ?¡­ ?The twenty-eighth year of Hongwu, the twenty-eighth day of the twelfth lunar month.  Seeing that there are still two days until New Year's Eve, many households have already posted happy door gods on their doors; even those who don't have money will beg people who can write to write "hi" on their simple wooden doors.  The word, or the word "¸£".  "Compared to many people who post couplets and hang door gods, Liu Mansion, which is now famous, does not have such free time, because today is the first day that Liu Mansion opened a porridge shop outside the gate.  There were crowds of people outside the gate of the Liu family. The poor people in rags were holding broken bowls eagerly, waiting for the little boy Mingyue to scoop the steaming thin porridge into their bowls. Then they kept nodding in thanks and holding the bowls.  Broken Bowl squatted aside and sucked.  In fact, even though there was no publicity, refugees from all around Peach Blossom Town came in droves.  After all, being able to eat a mouthful of thin porridge in this cold year is a blessing from God for these homeless poor people.  Only this time, it was not God who gave the steaming porridge and rice, but Liu Wenyang, the God of Little Willow.  For Liu Wenyang, he was not a naturally good person. On the contrary, he was greedy for money and lust at certain times. However, when he saw so many people waiting to give out porridge, he was still stunned for a moment.  In his mind, the people of the Ming Dynasty still lived and worked in peace and contentment, and the emperor Zhu Laoba was still very good. After all, he was a peasant with upright roots and treated the people very well.  But the scene before him made his consciousness somewhat shattered.  Not far away, there was a little girl who was only seven or eight years old, with a messy bun on her head and thin and tattered clothes, revealing her dark and dirty arms and calves. She had no shoes at all.  Instead of wearing any clothes, she stepped on the cold snow with bare feet. Her feet were covered with shocking cracks and frostbite. She carried a big broken bowl and waited in line to receive the soup.  There was a man behind. Seeing that it was the little girl's turn next, he pushed the little girl away and said: "Get out of the way!" The little girl was already thin, how could she withstand such a strong force?  He staggered and fell to the ground, and the big bowl he held in his hand broke into pieces.  When the little girl suddenly suffered this disaster, she immediately started crying, but everyone around her was indifferent.  Just when the little girl was isolated and helpless, a man picked her up, wiped her tears with a handkerchief and said: "Don't cry, don't cry! It won't look good if you cry!"  But it was Liu Wenyang.  The little girl looked at Liu Wenyang and said with tears in her eyes: "My bowl" "Your bowl is broken, I will get you a new one later!" Liu Wenyang coaxed her.  "I don't want it, I want my bowl" The little girl cried even harder.  "Why? Wouldn't it be better to give you a new bowl?" "Mom said you can't take things that don't belong to you! So I just want my own bowl" the little girl said, wiping tears.  "Your mother? Where is she?" "Just over there." Following the direction the little girl pointed, Liu Wenyang saw a woman lying against the wall in a corner not far away, also in rags.  She was wearing even thinner clothes than a little girl, and she was looking at this side weakly.  Liu Wenyang looked at the little girl covered in frostbite in his arms, and then at her sick mother. It was freezing cold, but this mother and daughter insisted on one belief: things that are not theirs should never be forgotten.?Can want it!  Suddenly, Liu Wenyang felt his eyes were a little wet, and something wanted to roll out. He hurriedly wiped it with his hands and concealed it: "Then it's okay if I give this to you?" As he spoke, Liu Wenyang called to the person next to him.  The maid Xiaocui brought a bowl of hot porridge, carried the little girl to the mother, and told her what had happened. The woman thanked her profusely.  Calling Liu Wenyang a "great good man".  At that moment, Liu Wenyang suddenly felt that he was not worthy of this title at all.  "Son, don't sigh anymore, you and I can only do so much at most!" Father Liuda came to him at some point and said.  "If it weren't for you, our Liu family wouldn't be in such good shape, let alone open a porridge shop like we do now. We probably wouldn't even be able to provide for our own food and clothing." Liu Wenyang wiped his nose with his hand and said, "Even so, I  I still want to do my best." Just as Liu Wenyang was talking to his father, the sound of firecrackers sounded, but it was Wu Wanwan, a big businessman invited by Liu Wenyang through a post, as well as Fang Yuanwai and Zhang Dahu, the rich people of the Ming Dynasty.  arrive.  I saw that the three of them were dressed differently. Wu Wanwan was still wearing a fur hat and a brocade coat, looking like he had gone through many vicissitudes of life and had the air of a wanderer; Fang Yuanwai was wearing a hero scarf and a gray cloth.  Shortly, wearing a big black cloak, he looks energetic. He belongs to the kind of Ming Dynasty otaku who is full of food and has nothing to do. He sits at home and works hard. As for Zhang Dahu, he sticks out his chest and belly, puts his hands on his hips, and wears  Wearing gold and silver, smelling of copper all over his body, he looks like a rich man.  In order to celebrate the opening of Liujia Porridge, the three of them jointly set off a firecracker.  The firecrackers exploded, covering the ground with red. The white snow seemed to be sprinkled with red petals, which looked very eye-catching.  After the firecrackers were set off, Liu Wenyang walked over to say hello to the three bosses, but then he did not invite the three people directly into the house, but took them to see the entire soup kitchen.  The member of the party was also a well-known good person. While watching, he said: "I didn't expect that there would be more refugees this year than in previous years. I also opened a porridge shop last year, but there were never so many people." The big man looked shy.  The belly said: "The more people there are, the harder it is to save. Originally, a pot of porridge could save a dozen people, but now there are hundreds of people, but how can we save them?!" As for Wu Baiwan, he didn't say a word. He was used to traveling around. This time  I have seen many of these scenes, and it is inevitable that I don¡¯t care much about them.  Liu Wenyang took all the expressions of the three people into his eyes and said with a smile: "Everyone knows that I, Liu, am good at fortune-telling and can predict fortune and fortune. But you don't know that in this world, no matter what the misfortunes or fortunes, you and I are actually all good at fortune-telling.  There is something missing" Zhang Dahu asked, "But what is missing?" Liu Wenyang said: "Worthy¡ª¡ª!"
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