Chapter 1989 Mid-Autumn Festival
Zhou Silang has been very busy recently. He sold the medicinal herbs he had and half of his cattle. Then he started selling the good furs and pearls as the Mid-Autumn Festival was approaching, and made a lot of money.
He also promised Manbao that when he returned home, he would take a detour to Shangzhou to take a look at the land and see if it could be sold at a good price.
In fact, Zhou Silang had the same idea as Lao Zhoutou. He felt that their family was not short of money now, and things like land could be bought but not sold.
But Manbao said that the land over there was surrounded by the Xia family, and it would be difficult to rent and prone to trouble, so it would be better to sell it to save trouble.
So recently when he was doing business, he specifically inquired about the situation in Shangzhou. Since he wanted to sell the land, he had to find a buyer, especially for the ancestral land of a family without male heirs. He had to find someone with connections and power to sell it to, otherwise there would always be trouble.
Because today is the Mid-Autumn Festival, he came up half a day early to play with his wife and children. He was holding his son on his neck and playing with him. When he looked up and saw his father coming in, he felt a little weak and almost couldn't hold his son.
He quickly lowered his head and asked his wife to pick up his son. Fang smiled and called out "Father-in-law" and then took the child to play aside.
Old Zhou nodded and spoke to Zhou Silang, "Old Four, where is the silver your mother asked you to exchange?"
Zhou Silang was stunned for a moment before he reacted and immediately said, "Inside the house."
He quickly turned around and went back to the house to get it. After a while, he came out with a few silver ingots. "Dad, last time I only moved the money and forgot to ask, where did you and Mom get so many copper coins?"
Old Zhou said, "Your sister's is not from the public school."
Zhou Silang: ...He didn’t say it was a public school.
Batou ran over and hugged his father's legs, tilting his head back and saying, "Dad, go play, go play."
Zhou Silang picked him up, patted his fat butt and said happily: "Okay, go play, I'll take you to see the lanterns later, okay?"
Batou clapped his hands happily.
This year's Mid-Autumn Festival is the first one everyone has celebrated in Beijing. They didn't celebrate it in Beijing last year, so not only Zhou Silang and his sons, but also Manbao and Baishan are very excited.
The two of them spent half a day at home and even made a few lanterns with Mr. Zhuang. Regardless of whether they looked good or not, they ran out after dinner as soon as the sun set.
If the adults at home hadn't forced them, they actually wouldn't even want to eat dinner. There are so many delicious foods outside, why do they have to eat at home?
No matter how delicious the food my sister-in-law cooks, the snacks outside are still very attractive at this time.
Because they thought there would be a lot of people during the Mid-Autumn Festival, they did not ride horses, but took a carriage to Zhuque Street.
Because many people were going out tonight, including the elderly and children, Madam Liu did not send many people to accompany them. She only assigned Daji and a guard, "Don't worry about anything else, just keep an eye on them."
Mr. Bai also sent a guard to follow them, so the three of them ran away first with the three guards.
Zhou Lixue and his friends also wanted to run, but their parents, uncles, and aunts didn't leave, so they weren't allowed to run. His father even threatened him, "Be careful, or the beggars will swat you away, and you'll never see us again."
Zhou Lixue: "...Dad, I'm already fifteen!"
"What's wrong with fifteen?" Zhou Dalang said. "I heard there are people who specialize in photographing adults in their twenties and thirties and selling them to the mountains to mine. Can you be better than them?"
Zhou Lixue suddenly lost his temper.
Manbao and his friends had made an appointment with Yin Huo to meet at Zhuangyuanlou. At this time, there were already many pedestrians on the street, but it was not crowded yet.
As soon as they arrived at the door of the restaurant, the three of them jumped down. As soon as they entered, they heard someone shouting, "Hey, talking about Cao Cao, Cao Cao is here, Bai Shan, Mr. Kang has given a question, you come and write a poem."
Without even looking up, Bai Shan replied, "You guys go ahead and do it. I'll visit my friends first. See you later."
During the Mid-Autumn Festival, Zhuangyuan Building is the world of literati and poets. Zhuangyuan Building also intends to create such a culture, so it was announced early that there would be a literary gathering in Zhuangyuan Building during the Mid-Autumn Festival. Not only were the seats on the second and third floors reserved in advance, but even many seats in the lobby were reserved.
Zhao Liulang was wealthy, no, he was prestigious. When they were still in the palace, he was already jumping around and saying that he wanted to book a large private room in the Zhuangyuan Building to be used exclusively as a venue for their Chongwenguan.
Of course, he worked so hard because he was short of money. As the son of the king's uncle and the cousin of the prince, it was certainly not difficult for him to book a room, but booking a room cost money, and food and drink cost even more money.
Zhuangyuanlou launched a special Mid-Autumn Festival menu, but the premium was so high that even a dish of cold okra was named "Jade in the Pond" and sold for 500 coins a plate.
During the festival, Zhao Liulang not only had to give gifts to his wife and son, but also to his mother, so his pocket was a little tight.
But it would be too embarrassing not to go to Zhuangyuanlou during the Mid-Autumn Festival. In order to avoid eating dirt in the next few months, he accepted Bai Shan's suggestion and asked everyone to chip in to book a large private room in Zhuangyuanlou.
Thanks to Zhao Liulang, they booked a private room directly on the third floor. The location was particularly good, with a row of eight windows, two large round tables inside, and a particularly large wooden couch on the other side of the screen.
This was the first time that Bai Shan and his friends had gone up to the third floor of Zhuangyuan Building after all their time in the capital. Out of curiosity, they simply walked around the public area on the third floor.
Feng Zongping saw them through the open door and immediately laughed, "Bai Shan and the others are here! Where did you buy such an ugly lamp?"
The people who were already in the private room looked over and couldn't help but burst out laughing, "Is it so ugly? It's just the simplest round lantern. How much did it cost?"
Seeing that the three of them were silent, Feng Zongping suddenly had an idea and asked in disbelief, "Could you have done this yourself?"
Bai Shan hung up the lantern properly and snorted, "Why can't we make it? Isn't it normal to make lanterns during Mid-Autumn Festival?"
Manbao and Bai Erlang nodded together and hummed, "That's right, we used to do that when we were kids."
Zhao Liulang looked disgusted, "How can you do this even if you do it often?"
The three of them looked slightly stiff, and they forced themselves to excuse themselves: "We haven't done it for the past two years, so our hands are just rusty. It will naturally get better after another two years of practice."
Everyone was puzzled. “A lantern is not expensive, why do you have to make it yourself?”
Can they say that when they were young, if they couldn’t go to the county town to celebrate the Mid-Autumn Festival, they could only celebrate it in the dark village, so making a lantern by hand was a very happy thing?
Bai Shan said seriously, "This is the Tao. Our teacher said that the Mid-Autumn Festival customs are lanterns, mooncakes, and moon worship. Only by doing each thing personally can you understand the Tao."
Everyone was stunned when they heard this. Manbao and Bai Erlang on the side tried to keep a straight face and nodded seriously.
Feng Zongping said thoughtfully, "It's true. Mr. Zhuang is amazing."
Zhao Liulang asked: "So you can also make mooncakes?"
"Yes." Bai Shan glanced at him. He can cook it, but do you dare to eat it?
Anyway, he only had one bite in all these years.
See you tomorrow
(End of this chapter)
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