Zhou Zhoulang has been very busy recently. He sold the medicinal materials in his hands, sold half of the cows in his hands, and then began to sell the good furs and pearls while the Mid-Autumn Festival was approaching, earning a lot of money.
He also promised that when Manbao returned to his hometown, he would take a detour to Shangzhou to see the land and see if he could sell it for a good price.
In fact, Zhou Zhoulang had the same idea as the old Zhoutou, thinking that their family is not short of money now, and things like fields can be bought but not sold.
But Man Bao said that the land over there is surrounded by the Xia clan, and it is not easy to rent it, and it is easy to cause trouble, so it is better to sell it to save trouble.
So recently when he was doing business, he deliberately inquired about the situation in Shangzhou. Since he wanted to sell the land, he had to find a buyer, especially the ancestral land of this kind of family without a male. Find a well-connected and powerful person to sell, otherwise there will always be troubles.
Because today is the Mid-Autumn Festival, it was rare for him to play with his wife and children half a day earlier, and he was playing with his son on his neck. When he looked up and saw his father coming in, he felt a little soft and almost missed his son.
He quickly lowered his head to ask his wife to carry the son down, Fang smiled and called "Father" and carried the child to the side to play.
Old Zhou nodded and talked to Zhou Zhoulang, "Fourth brother, where is the money your mother asked you to exchange?"
Zhou Zhou Lang was stunned for a moment and realized, and immediately said: "It's in the room."
He hurriedly turned around and went back to the house to get it, and after a while came out with a few silver ingots, "Father, I just moved money last time and forgot to ask, where did you and mother get so many copper coins?"
Old Zhou said: "Your sister's is not from the public."
Zhou Zhoulang: ... He didn't say he was from Gongzhong either.
Ba Tou ran over and hugged his father's leg, raised his head and said, "Father, go and play, go and play."
Zhou Zhoulang picked him up, patted his fat buttocks and said cheerfully, "Okay, let's go play, and I'll take you to see the lanterns later, okay?"
Batou clapped his hands happily.
This year's Mid-Autumn Festival is the first Mid-Autumn Festival that everyone has celebrated in the capital. They didn't celebrate in the capital last year, so not only Zhou Zhoulang and his son, but also Man Bao and Bai Shan are very excited.
The two of them spent half a day at home, and they also stuck together a few lanterns with Mr. Zhuang, regardless of whether they looked good or not, as soon as the sun set, they ran out after dinner.
If it wasn't forced by the adults at home, they wouldn't even want to eat dinner. There are so many delicious food outside, why must they eat at home
Even if the food cooked by my sister-in-law is delicious, the snacks outside are still very attractive at this time.
Because they thought that there would be many people during the Mid-Autumn Festival, they did not ride a horse, but took a carriage to Suzaku Street.
Because there are a lot of people going out tonight, including a lot of old people and children, Mrs. Liu didn't let many people follow them, and only assigned Daji and a guard, "Don't worry about anything else, just keep an eye on them."
Master Bai also sent a guard to follow, so the three of them ran away first with the three guards.
Zhou Lixue and the others also wanted to run away, but their parents, uncles and aunts did not go out, so they were not allowed to run around. His father even threatened him, "Be careful and shoot you away, we will never see us again."
Zhou Lixue: "...Father, I'm already fifteen!"
"What's wrong with Fifteen?" Zhou Dalang said, "I heard that there are people who take photos of adults in their twenties and thirties and sell them to mine in the mountains. How can you be better than them?"
Zhou Lixue lost his temper immediately.
Man Bao and the others made an appointment with Yin or to meet at the Zhuangyuan Building. At this time, there were already many pedestrians on the street, but it was not too crowded.
As soon as they arrived at the entrance of the restaurant, the three of them jumped down, and as soon as they entered, they heard someone shout, "Hey, say Cao Cao, Cao Cao is here, Bai Shan, Mr. Kang has asked a question, come and write a poem."
Bai Shan replied without raising his head: "You guys do it first, I'll visit you first, see you later."
The Zhuangyuan Building in the Mid-Autumn Festival is the world of literati, and the Zhuangyuan Building also intends to create such a culture, so it was announced early that there will be a literary club in the Zhuangyuan Building during the Mid-Autumn Festival. Not only the seats on the second and third floors have been reserved, but even the seats in the lobby have been reserved. Booked a lot.
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 rent a large private room in the Zhuangyuan Building, which would be used exclusively as the venue for their Chongwen Museum.
Of course, he worked so hard because he was short of money. As the son of his uncle and cousin of the crown prince, it was not difficult to book a room, but it required money to book a room, and even more so for food and drink.
Zhuangyuan Building launched a special menu for Mid-Autumn Festival, and the premium is too high. Even a dish of cold okra can be named after Jasper in the pool, and then sold for 500 yuan a plate.
For the holidays, Zhao Liulang not only wanted to give gifts to his wife and son, but also to his mother, so he was a little shy in his pocket.
But it would be too embarrassing not to go to the Zhuangyuan Building during the Mid-Autumn Festival. In order not to eat dirt for the next few months, he accepted Bai Shan's proposal and directly asked everyone to book a large private room in the Zhuangyuan Building.
Thanks to Zhao Liulang, they directly booked a private room on the third floor at the top. The location is very good. There are eight windows in a row. big.
It was the first time for Bai Shan and the others to go up to the third floor of the Zhuangyuan Building after they had been in the capital for so long. They were so curious that they simply strolled around the public part on the third floor.
Seeing them from the open door, Feng Zongping 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 one after another, and couldn't help laughing, "Is it ugly, or is it the simplest round lantern, how much did you pay for it?"
Seeing that the three of them were silent, Feng Zongping had a flash of inspiration and asked in disbelief: "You guys didn't do this, did you?"
Bai Shan hung up the lantern properly, snorted and said, "Why can't we make it? Isn't it normal to make lanterns for Mid-Autumn Festival?"
Man Bao and Bai Erlang nodded together, and hummed, "That's right, we used to do it when we were young."
Zhao Liulang looked disgusted, "Can you still make it like this if you do it often?"
The faces of the three of them were slightly stiff, and they forced themselves to excuse themselves: "I haven't done it for two years, so I just gave birth, and it will be fine if I do it for another two years."
Everyone couldn't understand, "A lantern is not expensive, why do you have to make it yourself?"
Can they say that if they couldn't go to the county town to celebrate the Mid-Autumn Festival when they were young, they could only spend it in the dark village, so making a lantern with their own hands is a very happy thing
Bai Shan said seriously: "This is the Tao. My husband said that the customs of the Mid-Autumn Festival are lanterns, moon cakes and moon worship. Only by doing everything in person can you experience the Tao."
Everyone was stunned for a while, while Man Bao and Bai Erlang at the side tried their best to hold their faces, and nodded seriously.
Feng Zongping said thoughtfully: "It's true, Mr. Zhuang is amazing."
Zhao Liulang asked: "So you still make moon cakes?"
"Yes." Bai Shan glanced at him, he can do it, but do you dare to eat it
Anyway, over the years, he has only eaten one bite.