Farmer’s Little Girl

  Chapter 1988 Mid-Autumn Festival

  Thursday Lang has been very busy recently. He took out the medicinal materials in his hand, and half of the cow in his hand, and then began to sell the good furs and pearls while the Mid-Autumn Festival was approaching, making a fortune.

  He also promised that Man Bao would detour Shangzhou to take a look at the land when he returned to his hometown to see if he could sell it at a good price.

  In fact, Thu Lang and Lao Zhoutou have the same idea. They feel that their family is not short of money. You can buy things like fields but not sell them.

  But Man Bao said that the land over there was surrounded by the Xia clan. It is not easy to rent, and trouble easily occurs. It is better to sell it to save trouble.

Therefore, when he was doing business recently, he specifically inquired about the situation in Shangzhou. Since he wants to sell the land, he has to find a buyer, especially the ancestral land of such a person who has no male family. Find someone who has a way to sell it with power, and then there will always be trouble.

  Because today is the Mid-Autumn Festival, he rarely played with his wife and children for a long time early. He was putting his son on his neck to play. When he looked up and saw his father come in, he felt a little soft and almost didn't support his son.

  He hurriedly lowered his head to let his daughter-in-law carry his son down. Fang cried out with a smile and called "father-in-law" and hugged the child aside to play.

  Lao Zhou nodded, and talked to Chu Lang, "Lao Si, what did your mother let you cash in?"

  Thursday Lang was taken aback and reacted, and immediately said: "I'm in the house."

  He quickly turned around and went back to the house to get it. After a while, he took a few silver ingots out, "Father, last time I just moved the money and forgot to ask, where did you and your mother get so many copper plates?"

  Old Zhoutou said: "Your younger sister's is not from the public school."

  Thursday Lang: ...he didn't say he was in the public school either.

  Eight heads ran over and hugged his father's legs, and said with his little head up: "Father, go play, go play."

  Thursday Lang picked him up, patted his fat **** and happily said, "Okay, let's go play, and I will take you to see the lantern later, okay?"

  The eight heads slapped their palms happily.

  This year's Mid-Autumn Festival is the first Mid-Autumn Festival that everyone has spent in Beijing. Last year, none of them had been in Beijing. Therefore, not only Lang and his son on Thursday, but Man Bao and Bai Shan were very excited.

  The two spent half a day at home, and followed Mr. Zhuang to paste a few lanterns out. Regardless of whether they looked good or not, after the sunset, they ran out after eating dinner.

  If it weren’t for forced by the adults at home, in fact, they wouldn’t even want to eat dinner. There are so many delicious foods outside, why do they have to eat at home?

  Even if the meals made by my sister-in-law are delicious, the snacks outside are still very attractive at this time.

  Because they were thinking about the Mid-Autumn Festival, they did not ride horses, but went to Zhuque Street in a carriage instead.

  Because there are a lot of people going out tonight, there are a lot of old people and children, so Mrs. Liu did not let many people follow them, only assigned Daji and a guard.

  Master Bai also sent a guard to follow, so that the three of them ran away with the three guards.

  Zhou Lixue, they also want to run, but their parents, uncles and aunts did not go outside, they were not allowed to run around. His father even frightened him, "Be careful to pat Huazi and shoot you, so I won’t see us again."

  Zhou Lixue: "...Father, I am fifteen!"

   "What's wrong with fifteen," Zhou Dalang said: "I heard that someone specializes in taking photos of adults in their 20s and 30s and selling them to the mountains for mining. Are you better than them?"

  Zhou Lixue suddenly lost his temper.

  Man Bao and Yin Or had an appointment to meet at the Zhuangyuan Building. At this time, there were already many pedestrians on the street, but it was not crowded.

  As soon as they arrived at the restaurant, the three of them jumped down. As soon as they entered the door, they heard someone shouting, "Hey, say Cao Cao, Cao Cao has arrived, Bai Shan, Mr. Kang has come up with a question, come and write a poem."

  Bai Shan replied without raising his head: "You do it first, I will visit friends first, see you later."

The Mid-Autumn Festival champion building is the world of scholars and writers, and the champion building also intends to create such a culture. Therefore, it was announced early that there will be a literary meeting in the Mid-Autumn Festival champion building. A lot has been booked.

  Zhao Liulang is wealthy, no, he has prestige. When they were still in the palace, they jumped up and down and said that they would pack a large private room in the Zhuangyuan Building to be used as the venue of their Chongwen Pavilion.

  Of course, he worked so hard because he was short of money. As the son of his country’s uncle and cousin of the prince, it’s of course not difficult to book a room, but it costs money to book a room, food or drink even more money.

  Zhuangyuanlou launched a special Mid-Autumn Festival menu, the premium is too high, even a cold okra can take the name of a pond jasper, and then sell it for 500 yuan a plate.

  Festival, Zhao Liulang not only wants to give gifts to his daughter-in-law and son, but also to his mother, so he feels a little bit shy in the bag.

  But it was too bad to not go to the champion building during the Mid-Autumn Festival. In order not to eat soil for the next few months, he accepted Bai Shan’s proposal and directly asked everyone to co-operate to book a large private room in the champion building.

Thanks to Zhao Liulang, they directly booked a private room on the top third floor. The location is very good. There are eight windows in a row, two big round tables are placed inside, and there is a wooden couch across the screen. Big.

  Bai Shan and the others came to the third floor of the Zhuangyuan Building for the first time since they have been in Beijing for so long.

  Feng Zongping saw them from the open door and immediately laughed and said, “Bai Shan and the others are here, where did you buy such an ugly lamp?”

  People who had already come in the private room looked over and couldn’t help but burst into laughter, “Is it ugly, or the simplest round lantern, how much do you buy?”

  Seeing that the three of them didn’t speak, Feng Zongping’s inspiration flashed, and he asked incredulously, “You didn’t do this yourself, right?”

  Bai Shan hung up the lanterns and snorted, “Why can’t we make them? Isn’t it normal to make lanterns on Mid-Autumn Festival?”

  Man Bao and Bai Erlang nodded together, and hummed: "That's it, we used to do it when we were young."

   Zhao Liulang looked disgusted, "Is it possible to do this often?"

  The three of them looked slightly stiff, and forced them to excuse themselves: "I haven't done it these two years, so my hands are born. It will be fine after another two years."

  Everyone can't understand, "A lantern is not expensive, why do you have to make it yourself?"

  They can say that if they cannot go to the county seat during the Mid-Autumn Festival as a child, they can only spend it in the dark village, so is it a pleasure to make a lantern by hand?

  Bai Shan said earnestly: "This is Tao, our husband said. The customs of Mid-Autumn Festival are lanterns, moon cakes and moon worship. Only by doing everything in person can we experience the Tao."

  Everyone was stunned to hear, Man Bao and Bai Erlang on the side tried hard to hold their faces, and nodded seriously.

  Feng Zongping thoughtfully said: "Really, Mr. Zhuang is amazing."

  Zhao Liulang asked: "So you still make mooncakes?"

   "Yes." Bai Shan glanced at him. He could do it, but would you dare to eat it?

  Anyway, he has eaten one bite for so many years.

See you tomorrow

  (End of this chapter)