There was a Wang Ermo shop on the cross street of Qingping Town, and the owner of the shop was Wang Er. Wang Er was shrewd and arrogant in his business, because his uncle and master worked in the county yamen, and no one stole business from him. It was the only shop in Qingping Town.

Wang Er's steamed buns were expensive and small, and sometimes the steamed buns they bought were still rancid, but the common people dared not speak out, and it took more than ten miles to go to other places to buy them. The reason why the steamed buns were rancid was that Wang Er broke the steamed buns that had not been sold out for days into bun flowers, soaked them in cold water, and then steamed them into noodles again. Some steamed buns may have been used three or four days ago.

On this day, Wang Ergang steamed five new cages of steamed buns, because the steamed buns were sold out yesterday, so today these steamed buns are made with new flour. As soon as Wang Ergang opened the cage drawer, a hand with sludge reached over and grabbed a steamed bun. Wang Er looked up and saw an old Taoist standing behind him at some point. "What are you doing? Leave the steamed buns for me." Wang Ergang took the old Taoist's hand.

Old Dao slowly said, "Poor Dao came from Dongtu Great Tang and wanted to go to the west to seek the scriptures. He passed by your store and was hungry. He asked the benefactor to reward him with a steamed bun, which will be a big thank you in the future." Wang Er raised his leg and kicked Old Dao down in the middle of the road: "You have read too much Journey to the West, so you don't have the money to buy it.

Because Wang Ermo's shop was located on the main traffic road of Qingping Town, it was time to go to the market again, and everyone gathered around. At this time, someone stood up: "Shopkeeper, you are too much." If you don't give the old way to change the relationship, why don't you give it, why beat someone up?Wang Er rolled his sleeves: "I can beat you, however I like, if you want to take care of it, if you talk more, I will even beat you, believe it or not?" Everyone knew Wang Er was a local bully, and they didn't dare to offend him.

An old lady walked up to Wang Er's shop and said, "Shopkeeper, I'll buy four steamed buns." Wang Er gave the old lady four steamed buns, and the old lady walked over to the old man: "Daoist master, are you alright? I'll give you two steamed buns, you can eat them first, don't worry about him." Everyone also stepped forward to help Old Dao up. Old Dao was moved to tears and said thank you to everyone while eating the steamed buns, and soon a steamed bun was finished. Old Dao took the remaining steamed bun in his hand and said to the old lady, "Auntie, you give me two steamed buns, and I'll give you four steamed buns." The old lady waved her hand: "You have no money to fill your stomach first." Old Dao smiled, and then said to the crowd: "Today, I invite all the young and old men present to eat steamed buns." Everyone was very puzzled about what Old Dao was going to do.

Old Dao raised his hand, "Everyone, please follow me." Old Dao stopped ten meters south of Wang Er Store, and everyone followed. Old Dao pointed to the steamed bread in his hand and said, "Since ancient times, you can get melons by planting melons, and you can get beans by planting beans. Today, I will plant this steamed bread and let it form steamed buns for everyone to eat, okay?" Everyone was very excited, planting steamed buns is still unheard of, and everyone surrounded Old Dao tightly." Wang Er was also curious about what the hell Old Dao was doing, so he came over and squeezed his body to look inside.

The old Taoist dug a hole on the ground, put the steamed buns in, and covered them with soil. Then the old Taoist said to everyone, "Today, the old Taoist invites everyone to eat steamed buns, please pick them at will." After saying that, the old Taoist left, and everyone picked the steamed buns one by one, and in a short while, the small buds grew into a tree. After a burst of white smoke, the tree was really covered with steamed buns, and the steamed buns were still steaming, as if they had just come out of the cage. The old Taoist picked four of them and gave them to the old lady, who rubbed her eyes, couldn't believe it, and took a bite.

Wang Er also grabbed one, and took a bite that was indeed real, and the taste was okay, similar to the taste of the steamed buns he made. Wang Er put aside the pit and saw that the steamed buns were still quietly buried in the soil. Wang Er walked to the store while thinking about it, and when he just got to the door of the store, he looked up and was suddenly dumbfounded. The few cages of steamed buns that were still in the store just now were all gone, only a few cages were left. Looking back, the tree was gone, and there were a bunch of canes on the cage drawers scattered on the ground. Wang Er was so angry that he slapped his thighs: "Oh, you demon, this is not a kind of steamed buns, this is clearly giving my family's steamed buns to everyone, I'm so angry." Wang Er went to find the old Taoist again, and the old Taoist was long gone.

Afterwards, Wang Er became more disciplined when doing business, because he was afraid that he would meet another expert to teach him a lesson. Especially when he met the old monk Wang Er, he was especially respectful, personally sending a few steamed buns and some tangles.