Ning Xunzhao just picked up the teacup and was about to drink it when he heard a noise outside the private room.

He put down his cup and spoke out to the servant outside the door: "Mu Tou, what's the matter?"

Mutou replied: "Young master, a child selling dried fruits came. I said you had ordered the one in the teahouse, but he insisted that it was different from the one sold downstairs. You want to try it and want you to buy it."

Ning Xunzhao's lips bent, and sat down and said, "Come in."

When Mutou heard this, he opened the door of the private room.

A child who was dressed dirty and thin in clothes limped in with a small wooden basket.

"Young Master Jixiang, the youngest one sells dried fruits on the North and North Street, and the smallest dried fruits are the best in Jiangbei Prefecture. Are you willing to try them?"

Ning Xunzhao took a look at the dried fruits in his small wooden basket. Their quality was actually worse than what was sold in this teahouse, and they were even mixed with a lot of stones.

He asked, "How do you sell dried fruits?"

The child replied: "A handful of sixty words."

"Little guy, this teahouse only costs thirty cents per pound. You are too cheating on my young master, right?" Mutou came in behind him. After hearing him quote the price, he couldn't help but interrupt, "Isn't your dried fruit worth the money?"

Hearing the disgust of wood, the child unwillingly grabbed a handful of it into the basket and wanted to hand it to Ning Xunzhao: "Young master, try it, it's really delicious. Please buy it if you are young."

He still had ashes on his hands and even soil hidden in his nails.

Mu Tou wanted to stop him, but Ning Xunzhao reached out to stop him.

"What if I don't buy it?"

Ning Xunzhao asked.

When the child heard this, he hurriedly knelt down for Ning Rongzhao, held the dried fruit in his hand high, and tried his best to convince him: "Young master, please be kind and buy some for the younger one."

"I can buy all your dried fruits for you, and even give you some extra silver," Ning Xuzhao stretched out his hand, put down a few pieces of silver on the table, and then put down a single ingot of silver not far away, and continued, "But how do you ensure that after leaving this teahouse, will the silver still belong to yours?"

The child was stunned when he heard this. His eyes did not stay on the silver for too long. Instead, he stuffed the dried fruit back to Xiaomulan and kowtowed to Ning Xuzhao: "Young Master, please teach me."

In the distance, watching the child kneeling and kowtowing to Ning Xuzhao, Leng Mingyu asked Zelan curiously: "Sister, why did you ask a little beggar to sell dried fruits to Mr. Ning?"

"To test his kindness."

Zelan gave him a handful of dried fruits and explained.

Leng Mingyu took it, but kept it in his hand and didn't eat it. Instead, he tried to analyze and said, "Oh, it depends on whether he bought it correctly?"

The little beggar is dressed so pitiful. If he doesn't buy it, he will be without kindness.

If he buys it, he will be very kind."

An Zhi smiled and shook his head: "Yes, not."

Leng Mingyu turned his head and asked in confusion: "Why?"

"Brother, when we look at things, we cannot be limited to the surface. We must learn to observe carefully and see the essence through phenomena.

Although the little beggar is pitiful, the dried fruits he sells are worse than others, and even adds a lot of stones to make it difficult to get rid of, but they are more than twice as expensive as others, which is obviously not worth buying.

If a person is pitiful, no matter whether the other person is good or bad, he will help the other person unconditionally, or even give him all his help. This is called a flood of kindness, suitable for being a saint, not suitable for being a good son-in-law."

Zelan explained patiently while peeling the dried fruits.
Chapter completed!