Zhou Lang has been very busy recently. He sold the medicinal materials and half of the cattle. Then he started selling the good furs and pearls as the Mid-Autumn Festival was approaching, and made a lot of money.

He also promised Manbao that when he returned to his hometown, he would detour to Shangzhou to see the land and see if it could be sold at a good price.

In fact, Zhou Lang and Lao Zhoutou had the same idea. They felt that their family was not short of money now and that things like fields could be bought but not sold.

But Man Bao said that the land over there was surrounded by the Xia clan, and it was difficult to rent it and could easily lead to trouble, so it would be easier to sell it.

So recently when he was doing business, he specifically inquired about the situation in Shangzhou. Since he wanted to sell land, he had to find a buyer, especially for the ancestral land of a man without a son.

Find someone with connections and power to sell it, otherwise there will always be trouble.

Because today was the Mid-Autumn Festival, it was rare for him to play with his wife and children half a day early. 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 failed to hold his son.

He quickly lowered his head and asked his wife to take her son down. Fang smiled and called "father-in-law" and then took the child aside to play.

Lao Zhou nodded and spoke to Zhou Lang, "Old Si, where is the silver your mother asked you to exchange?"

Zhou Lang was stunned for a moment to react, and immediately said: "It's in the house."

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

Lao Zhoutou said: "Your sister's is not from the public."

Zhou Lang: ...He didn’t say he was from a public school.

Batou ran over and hugged his father's leg, raised his little head and said: "Dad, go play, go play."

Zhou Lang picked him up, patted his fat butt and said cheerfully: "Okay, let's go play. Can I take you to see the lanterns later?"

Batou happily clapped his hands.

This year's Mid-Autumn Festival is the first Mid-Autumn Festival that everyone has celebrated in the capital. Last year they didn't celebrate it in the capital, so not only Zhou Lang and his son, but also Man Bao and Bai Shan were very excited.

The two of them spent half a day at home, and went out with Mr. Zhuang to light up a few lanterns. Regardless of whether they looked good or not, as soon as the sun set, they ran out after dinner.

If the adults at home hadn't forced them, they wouldn't even want to eat dinner. There are so many delicious foods outside, why do they have to eat at home?

No matter how delicious the food cooked by my sister-in-law is, the snacks outside are still very attractive at this time.

Because they thought there would be many people during the Mid-Autumn Festival, they did not ride horses but took a carriage to Zhuque Street.

Because there were many people going out tonight, including many elderly people and children, Mrs. Liu did not let many people follow them. She only assigned Daji and a guard, "If you don't care about anything else, just keep an eye on them."

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

Zhou Lixue and 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 pat you away, and you will never see us again."

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

"What's wrong with being fifteen?" Zhou Dalang said: "I heard that there are people who specialize in photographing adults in their twenties and thirties and selling them to the mountains for mining. How can you be better than them?"

Zhou Lixue suddenly lost his temper.

Manbao and the others made an appointment with Yin You to meet at Zhuangyuan Building. By this time, there were already many pedestrians on the street, but it was not crowded yet.

As soon as they arrived at the door of the restaurant, the three of them jumped down. As soon as they entered the door, they heard someone shouting, "Hey, let's talk about Cao Cao. Cao Cao is here. Bai Shan, Mr. Kang has asked a question. Please come and compose a poem."

Bai Shan replied without raising his head: "You guys go ahead and I'll visit my friends first. See you later."

The Zhuangyuan Building in the Mid-Autumn Festival is a world of literati, and the Zhuangyuan Building also intends to create such a culture, so it was announced early that there would be a literary society in the Zhuangyuan Building during the Mid-Autumn Festival. Not only had the seats on the second and third floors been reserved, but also the seats in the lobby.

There are quite a few reservations.

Zhao Liulang was rich, no, he had prestige. When they were still in the palace, they jumped up and down and said that they wanted to book a large private room in the Zhuangyuan Building to be used as the venue for their Chongwen Pavilion.

Of course, the reason why he worked so hard was because he was short of money. As the son of his uncle and the cousin of the prince, it was not difficult to book a room, but it cost money to book a room, and even more money to eat and drink.

Zhuangyuanlou has launched a special Mid-Autumn Festival menu, and the premium is so high that even a dish of cold okra can be named after Chi Zhongbiyu and sold for 500 yuan a plate.

During the festival, 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 disappointing not to go to Zhuangyuan Building during the Mid-Autumn Festival. In order not to eat too much in the next few months, he accepted Bai Shan's proposal and asked everyone to join together to book a large private room in Zhuangyuan Building.

Thanks to Zhao Liulang, they directly booked a private room on the third floor at the top. The location was very good. There were eight windows in a row. There were two large round tables inside, and there was a wooden couch on the other side of the screen. It was very special.

of big.

It was the first time for Bai Shan and the others to go to the third floor of the Zhuangyuan Building in such a long time in the capital. Out of curiosity, they simply walked around the public part of the third floor.

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 arrived in the private room looked over and couldn't help laughing, "Is it so ugly? Or is it the simplest round lantern? How much did it cost?"

Seeing that the three of them were silent, Feng Zongping suddenly had an idea and asked in disbelief: "You didn't do this yourself, right?"

Bai Shan hung up the lantern properly and snorted: "Why can't it be made by us? Isn't it normal to make lanterns during the Mid-Autumn Festival?"

Man Bao and Bai Erlang nodded together and hummed, "That's right, we used to do it a lot when we were kids."

Zhao Liulang had a look of disgust on his face, "How can you still do this if you do it often?"

The expressions of the three of them were slightly stiff, and they forced themselves to excuse themselves: "I haven't done it in the past two years, so my hand is just raw. It will be fine after I do it for another two years."

Everyone can’t understand, “A lantern is not expensive, why do you have to make it yourself?”

Can they say that when they were young, if they couldn't go to the county town to celebrate the Mid-Autumn Festival, they would have to spend it in a dark village, so making a lantern with their own hands is a very happy thing?

Bai Shan said seriously: "This is the Tao. Our husband said that the customs of the Mid-Autumn Festival are lanterns, moon cakes and worshiping the moon. Only by doing everything yourself can you understand the Tao."

Everyone was stunned for a while while Man Bao and Bai Erlang on the side tried hard to keep a straight face and nodded seriously.

Feng Zongping said thoughtfully: "It's true, Mr. Zhuang is really awesome."

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

"Yes." Bai Shan glanced at him, he can do it, but do you dare to eat it?
Chapter completed!