On the Donghuamen Tower.

Princess Ning'an sat opposite Concubine Li, and felt disgusted when she saw her smug look.

But she is big enough to give birth to a child, and she raised one alive. As the elder sister-in-law, she really doesn't dare to offend her...

"Oh, this is really painful." Ning An raised his head and drank a glass of wine, looking at the bright moon in the sky, feeling extremely lonely.

How I wish to hear Zhao Lang recite "May we live long and share the beauty of the moon together even though we are thousands miles apart" in my ear?

Zhao Lang, are you also like Ning An, missing you day and night?

Li Chengen, who was sitting at the bottom, was most impatient with the red tape and the long-winded banquet. He just sat there, staring at the silver plate in the sky.

I don't know why I thought of the old senior and my heart ached.

Today is the hundredth day since I left my old senior. I miss him.

~~

At the bank of Yangcheng Lake in Kunshan, Mr. Zhao, who was having fun with the people, sneezed twice for no reason.

"Master, it's windy on the dike, why don't we go somewhere else to drink?" Bai Shouli said hurriedly.

"No need, no need. I'm in good health." Zhao Shouzheng picked up the rice wine nonchalantly and pointed with the shallow wine dish to the newly built lake embankment, where there were densely packed bonfires extending to the distance.

Around each bonfire, there was a circle of people sitting. The bright firelight illuminated the happy faces of the people of Kunshan celebrating the Mid-Autumn Festival.

This year's Mid-Autumn Festival fell during the period of intensive dike repair, and Mr. Zhao had planned to give the laborers half a day off.

But everyone was aiming for the completion bonus. In order to meet the deadline, all sections and villages said they would give up their vacations and speed up the construction.

At Zhao Hao's suggestion, Zhao Shouzheng held a lively Mid-Autumn Festival party on the unfinished lake embankment.

In this way, the laborers could celebrate the festival directly after finishing work, which saved time and promoted unity.

But Mr. Zhao might have some complaints, saying that my son is too focused on uniting the people.

This should be a good thing, but I always feel like something is not right.

However, he readily agreed and had all the supplies prepared for the people for the festival loaded onto ships and shipped to the dike.

As a result, each person got a mooncake, two oranges, and each family also got a salted chicken.

There was also a sizzling whole roasted lamb on each bonfire...they were temporarily gathered together by the wealthy families in the county, some with eighty lambs and some with a hundred.

Gu Dadong also bought two ships of rice wine from Suzhou and distributed them to the people for drinking.

There is wine, meat and moon cakes, it is simply wonderful.

In previous Mid-Autumn Festivals, many poor people could not afford moon cakes and could only fill their stomachs with a bowl of roe-stained hairy crabs.

It's so miserable.

The people recalled the good old days and shed tears, cherishing their current wonderful life even more.

~~

"Only by sitting on the lake bank can you see the whole picture of these thousands of bonfires."

Although it was chilly due to the night wind, Mr. Zhao's heart was warm.

He felt that his life was finally worthwhile, so he drunkenly clinked his glasses with the person next to him and asked with a thick tongue:

"Everyone, 'Which is better, to be happy alone or to be happy with others?'"

Everyone laughed and said, "It's better to give it to others."

"Which is more joyful, to be happy with a few people or to be happy with many people?" Mr. Zhao asked again.

Everyone laughed again and said, "It's better to be with the crowd."

"Hahahaha!" Master Zhao laughed loudly and drank it all with everyone else. Suddenly he sighed, "It's a pity that Old Bear is not here."

The assistants and gentry couldn't help but feel warm in their hearts, thinking that the master was really attentive and knew who was around even when they were not around.

"Old parents really keep their subordinates and people in their hearts all the time." The gentry immediately started to flatter them.

"Kunshan County is so lucky to have an official like you. How lucky we are!"

"Hey, haha, I'm not that good either." Zhao Shouzheng felt comfortable after being patted. He waved his hands and sighed, "I was thinking of poor Lao Xiong. It's really not easy for him to go through the hard times while others are having a holiday."

"Yes." Everyone nodded naturally, and suddenly remembered that the master was also a widower...

It turns out that people can empathize with each other and feel the same pain.

It seems that we have to hurry up and find a new partner for the master.

~~

The bright moonlight shines on the south of the Yangtze River, illuminating Kunshan and Jinling.

Mr. Zhao's bad words really came true. Xiong Dianshi had a very difficult Mid-Autumn Festival.

Two days after delivering the letter, he went to the Duke's Mansion again, but still received no reply.

Xiong Dianshi was getting a little anxious. They didn't have much money to begin with, and if they waited a few more days, they would have to resort to the traditional Kunshan skills - begging for food all the way home.

Xiong Xiasheng was anxious, so he went to urge them every day. As a result, he annoyed the servants of the Duke's Mansion, and they were driven out of Xufu Street and were not allowed to approach the Duke's Mansion again.

As a result, my money was all gone and I experienced completely what it meant to be trapped in a city of despair.

At this time, he and Wang Bantou and four other people were sitting around a square table in the lobby of the inn.

There was only a porcelain plate on the table, with a five-nut mooncake on it.

They bought this with the last money they had.

I won’t be able to pay the rent tomorrow and will have to sleep on the street…

"Alas..." Xiong Dianshi sighed dejectedly.

"Alas..." The three detectives also sighed.

Wang Bantou is older, and at this time he is more open-minded than Xiong Dianshi.

"Fourth Master, take it easy. Qin Qiong sold his horse and Zixu played the flute. Heroes in ancient times also suffered hardships."

He pointed at the only mooncake and joked, "Besides, we are not bad either. A five-nut mooncake is a mooncake for five people, right?"

"Puchi..." Xiong Dianshi was amused by him, and then laughed louder and louder, sweeping away the pent-up resentment of the past few days and said:

"Old Wang, I'm not as good as you! Yes, everyone has bad luck sometimes. Why don't we just move on from it?"

As he said this, he smiled and said to everyone, "We are from Kunshan. We have the ability to beg for food. Are we afraid of starving to death?"

"Hahaha." The three detectives also laughed.

"Fourth Master, I can sing a little song."

"I can do the lotus fall."

"The younger one also wore a pair of bamboo boards."

"I can see that each of you has special skills. What do we have to worry about?" Xiong Dianshi laughed and said, "Come, let's eat five-nut mooncakes to celebrate the festival!"

Wang Bantou then took out a small knife, rubbed it on his sleeves back and forth, then cut off one third and gave it to the fourth master first.

The rest will be divided equally among the three subordinates.

"That's very nice." Xiong Dianshi couldn't help but praise him, and then said with a smile: "But, we are all going to beg for food, so let's treat everyone equally..."

"Fourth Master, you can't do that. We don't plan to be dependent on others for the rest of our lives."

As they were pushing and shoving each other, the five people smelled the tempting aroma of wine and meat.

"The food is served." The waiter called out loudly.

Wu Ren...Oh no, the five people couldn't help but swallow their saliva at the same time. They hadn't had a full meal for several days.

"It would be great if we could do this." Constable A whispered, "Do you believe I can call him grandpa?"

Before he finished speaking, the waiter placed four cold dishes on their table.

Then he took a plate of fat chicken, a plate of steamed fish, a bowl of braised pork, and a dish of braised lion head from the tray and placed them neatly around the cold dishes.

Then, like magic, he put down a jar of Erqu wine.

"Grandpa." Constable A shouted happily.

ps. There is one more...