Farmer's Little Girl

Chapter 1988

Zhou Silang has been very busy recently. He sold the herbs in his hand, took half of the cattle in his hand, and then began to sell good fur and pearls while the Mid Autumn Festival is coming, making a lot of money.

He also promised that when man Bao returned home, he would take a detour to Shangzhou to see if he could sell the land at a good price.

In fact, Zhou Lang and Lao Zhou tou have the same idea. They think their family is not short of money now. Fields can be bought but not sold.

But man Bao said that the land over there is surrounded by the Xia family. It's not easy to rent. It's easy to cause trouble. It's better to sell it.

So recently, when he was doing business, he specially inquired about the situation in Shangzhou. Since he wanted to sell land, he had to find a buyer, especially the ancestral field in a family without men. He had to find a powerful and influential person to sell it. No, then there will always be trouble.

Because today is the Mid Autumn Festival, he rarely plays with his wife and children half a day early. He is holding his son around his neck. When he looks up and sees his father coming in, he is a little soft hearted and almost didn't help his son.

He quickly lowered his head and asked his daughter-in-law to hold his son down. Fang smiled and shouted "father-in-law", and then took the child to one side to play.

Old Zhou nodded and talked to Zhou Silang, "old Si, where's the silver your mother asked you to change?"

On Thursday, Lang was stunned, reacted and immediately said, "it's in the house."

He hurriedly turned back to the house to get it. Soon he came out with some silver spindles. "Dad, last time I just moved money, I forgot to ask, where did you and your mother get so many copper plates?"

Old Zhou said, "your sister's is not from the public."

Zhou sirang:... He didn't say he was from the public.

Eight heads ran over, hugged his father's legs, raised his cerebellar bag and said, "Dad, go play, go play."

Zhou Silang picked him up, patted his fat ass and said, "OK, go play and take you to see the lanterns later?"

Eight heads clapped their hands happily.

This year's Mid Autumn Festival is the first Mid Autumn Festival in Beijing. Last year, none of them had been in Beijing, so not only Zhou sirang's father and son, but also man Bao and Bai Shan are very excited.

After spending half a day at home, they also pasted several lanterns with Mr. Zhuang, regardless of whether they looked good or not. At sunset, they ran out after dinner.

If the adults at home didn't force them, in fact, they didn't even want to eat late food. There are so many delicious food outside, why do they have to eat at home?

Even if the food cooked by my sister-in-law is delicious, the snacks outside still have a great attraction at this time.

Because there were many people thinking about the Mid Autumn Festival, they didn't ride a horse, but took a carriage to Zhuque street.

Because there are many people going out tonight and many old people and children, Mrs. Liu didn't let many people follow them. She only assigned Daji and a guard. "If you don't take care of others, just stare at them."

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

Zhou Lixue they also want to run. However, if their parents, uncles and aunts don't go out, they are not allowed to run around. His father even frightens him, "take care to take pictures of you, and you'll never see us again."

Zhou Lixue: "... Dad, I'm fifteen!"

"What's the matter with the tenth five-year-old," said Zhou Dalang. "It's said that some people specially shoot adults in their twenties and thirties and sell them to the mountains for mining. Can you be better than them?"

Zhou Lixue lost his temper.

Man Bao and Yin Huo made an appointment to meet in the Zhuangyuan building. At this time, there were more pedestrians on the street, but it was not crowded.

As soon as they got to the door of the restaurant, the three jumped down. As soon as they entered the door, they heard someone shout, "Hey, say Cao Cao, Cao Cao, Bai Shan, Mr. Kang has a problem. Come and write a poem."

Bai Shan replied without lifting his head: "you do it first. I'll visit friends first. See you later."

The No. 1 scholar building of the Mid Autumn Festival is the world of literati. The No. 1 scholar building also intends to create such a culture. Therefore, it was announced early that there was a literature meeting in the No. 1 scholar building of the Mid Autumn Festival. Not only the location of the second floor and the third floor had been reserved, but also the location in the lobby.

Zhao LIULANG is rich and powerful. 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 champion building to be used as the venue of their Chongwen Museum.

Of course, he worked so hard because he was short of money. Of course, it was not difficult to book a room as the son of his uncle and cousin of the crown prince, but it was more expensive to book a room, eat and drink.

The number one scholar building launched a special menu for the Mid Autumn Festival. The premium is too high. A cold okra can take the name of Jasper in the pool, and then sell it for 500 yuan.

During the festival, Zhao LIULANG not only gave gifts to his daughter-in-law and son, but also to his mother, so he was a little shy.

But it was too bad not to go to the champion building in the Mid Autumn Festival. In order not to eat soil in the next few months, he accepted Bai Shan's proposal and directly asked everyone to make a contribution to book a big private room in the champion building.

Thanks to Zhao LIULANG's blessing, they directly booked a private room on the top third floor. The location is very good. There are eight windows in a row. There are two big round tables in it, and there is a wooden couch across the screen. It's very big.

It was the first time for Bai Shan and his family to go to the third floor of the Zhuangyuan building in Beijing for so long. They were so curious that they just strolled around the public part of the third floor.

Feng Zongping saw them from the open door and immediately laughed and said, "Bai Shan, they are coming. Where did you buy such an ugly lamp?"

The people who had come in the private room looked at it one after another and couldn't help laughing, "is it ugly or the simplest round lantern? How much did you buy it?"

Seeing that the three people didn't speak, Feng Zongping's spirit flashed and asked incredulously, "can't you do it yourself?"

Bai Shan hung up the lantern and snorted, "why can't we do it? Isn't it normal to make lanterns on the Mid Autumn Festival? "

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

Zhao LIULANG looked disgusted, "can you do it often?"

The three men looked slightly stiff and forced to excuse themselves: "I haven't done it in the past two years, so I'm just born by hand. I'll be fine if I do it for another two years."

We can't understand, "a lantern is not expensive. Why do you have to do it yourself?"

Can they say that if they can't go to the county, they can only live in the dark village, so it's a pleasure to make a flower lamp by themselves?

Bai Shan said seriously, "this is the Tao. Our husband said that the custom of the Mid Autumn Festival is lanterns, moon cakes and worship the moon. Only by doing everything in person can we understand the Tao."

Everyone was stunned. Man Bao and Bai Erlang tried to keep their faces and nodded seriously.

Feng Zongping thought deeply and said, "really, Mr. Zhuang is powerful."

Zhao LIULANG asked, "so you still make moon cakes?"

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

Anyway, he's had one bite over the years.