Although she was very dissatisfied in her heart, after all, Man Bao took someone else's salary, and he was indeed the handsome man she took Ming Da and Chang Yu to see, so she agreed with a sigh, saying that she would write a note to apologize.
Anyway, if the excerpt is not good enough for Yushitai, then the salary will not be deducted, so just write it, and treat it as a way to make the emperor happy.
Man Bao dismissed Gu Zhong's apprentice, turned around and went to find her father.
Old Zhou Tou was queuing up to get his things. Seeing that she had finished whispering and the little man was a little downcast, he couldn't help but asked with concern: "What did the father-in-law say?"
Man Bao drooped his head and shook his head: "It's okay, I just have to write a note when I go back."
The old Zhou Tou immediately said: "Your Majesty let you work because he valued you. Man Bao, you have grown up too, you can't just think about playing all day long. You see, the emperor gave you so much salary, and you still have to pay for it." There are so many job fields, you have to work hard for others."
The adults in line in front of Old Zhou couldn't help but turn their heads to look at their father and daughter, and saw Zhou Man nodding with a sullen expression on his face, and replied, "Don't worry, Father, I will write the notebook first when I go back, and then go out to play after finishing it." Son."
Satisfied, Lao Zhou reached out and touched her head and said, "Good boy~"
Turning his head to meet the gaze of the previous person, Old Zhou smiled embarrassedly when he saw the official uniform he was wearing.
The grown-up had a smile on his face, nodded kindly to Old Zhou, and then turned around to line up.
Zhou Man also took a look at the other party, and found that he didn't recognize him, so he stood silently beside her father, thinking about how to write the letter of apology.
Today, there are not many officials who will come to the imperial city to receive the Double Ninth Festival in person. Those who are above the third rank are all waiting in the palace to have dinner with the emperor, so most of them are received by family members or servants.
Those below the sixth rank are not eligible, so only officials above the sixth rank and below the fourth rank will come to pick it up. It's also for fun. Today is the Double Ninth Festival, and the autumn is refreshing, so it's good to go out for a walk.
So the speed was very fast. After a while, it was Lao Zhoutou and Man Bao's turn. Man Bao came forward to receive the reward with his own seal.
This year the emperor is not very generous, because of the disasters in Shengzhou and Gyeonggi, the treasury is a little thinner, so there is a little less than in previous years.
But no matter how little it was, it was something for nothing in the eyes of old Zhou Tou, and he didn't think it was too little.
There are a small bag of Fumi and Fumian, a jug of wine, two pairs of round fans, nine sachets and other small things.
After Man Bao and Lao Zhou took the collar, they hugged and turned around and walked out. Lao Zhou was carrying two small bags of Fumi and Fumian in one hand, and wine in the other, and said to Man Bao in a low voice: "The old man also gave wine, really. Good. Is the wine in this palace different from the wine outside?"
Man Bao said: "It's the same, it's very bitter."
Old Zhou Tou laughed and said, "That's because you don't know the fun of drinking."
After walking for a while, Zhou Zhoulang drove the car and waited in front. When he saw them carrying something, he immediately ran over to catch it, "What did you send?"
Man Bao searched among the piles of things she was carrying, found a sachet and stuffed it to Zhou Zhoulang, "No, I'll give you the insect repellent and mosquito repellent."
Zhou Zhoulang: "Don't you know how to do this?"
"I will prepare medicinal materials."
The sachets, purses, and purses she used were always made by Aunt Zheng with the maids, and she didn't know how to do that.
However, the sachet produced in the palace is quite exquisite, Zhou Zhou Lang looked at it and thought it was quite good, so he put it in his arms.
I plan to take it back to give to his wife.
The father and daughter got into the car and went home, and these things were naturally handed over to Lao Zhoutou for distribution. She only took a round fan and a sachet and finished the job.
Mr. Zhuang was waiting for her to come back with a few disciples. As soon as she came back, she said, "Let's go, let's climb the mountain."
Man Bao: ... Forgot about this must-have program for the Double Ninth Festival. Thinking of what she promised her father, she immediately turned around and ran to find her father, "Father, wait until I come back from climbing the mountain to write the booklet."
Old Zhoutou knew that they would follow Mr. Zhuang to climb the mountain every Chongyang Festival, and it was the same in the village before. They went to Dali Village to climb the Taoist mountain every year, and there was never a year when they rested.
He didn't know what fun it was to climb a mountain, but he waved her to let her go, and just told her: "Come back to work early at night, and don't forget what the emperor told you."
Man Bao responded, turned around and ran to find Mr. and the others.
Mr. Zhuang and the others came out after them, and they were very curious when they heard this, "What script did Your Majesty ask you to write?"
Anyway, this matter can't be hidden, Man Bao looked around and saw that her father was gone, so he whispered: "Your Majesty asked me to write a letter to apologize, and let Your Majesty know about the fact that I took Mingda and Changyu to the post house. .”
Mr. Zhuang shook his head with a smile, nodded her forehead and said, "Naughty."
But he didn't scold them, children, it's normal to be naughty, and it's just to look at beauties, everyone has a love of beauty, what is there to blame
The four masters and apprentices went climbing the mountain as usual, and the others also had their own activities. Man Bao took a pannier from Bai Shan and went out together, put the pannier on the carriage, and waited for Mr. Zhuang to get on the carriage. The three of them So he got on his horse and followed the carriage to the outside of the city.
They didn't climb Xuandu Temple this time, but went to climb the mountain outside the city.
Mr. Zhuang and Mr. Jiang also made an appointment. Like last year, they were extremely casual. When they arrived at the foot of the mountain, they took a brief look around. When they didn't see them, they went up the mountain with their hands behind their backs.
The three of Man Bao and Da Ji took off the panniers and carried them on their backs, and followed Mr. Zhuang up the mountain.
There are a lot of people climbing today, even more than last year. Seeing the excitement, Man Bao wants to join in. He looks here and there, so although Mr. Zhuang climbed slowly, he kept walking in front of them.
After climbing for a long time, Man Bao was startled by a loud roar when she reached the halfway up the mountain. She looked up and saw a middle-aged scribe standing on a big rock by the side, singing and crying down the mountain...
Man Bao was so frightened that her heart trembled wildly, but she wanted to be happy for no reason, but after a while she felt the sadness in his singing again, and finally listened to his lyrics.
Man Bao was stunned on the spot, listening in a daze, then turned his head and asked Bai Shan uncertainly, "Does he mean that his sweetheart left him?"
Bai Shan reached out and touched her forehead, "Are you stupid? He was saying that he failed the imperial examination and planned to give up Yuanzhi and go back to his hometown. He just compared his ambition to his sweetheart."
Bai Erlang at the side wiped the sweat from his forehead with his hand, luckily he didn't speak just now.
Mr. Zhuang who stood in front of them sighed after a while and said, "Let's go, go up a little bit. Didn't we bring two pots of Dukang? Give him one pot."
The wine was brought to Mr. Jiang and the others, but Man Bao and the others didn't drink it, so they could give it to anyone.