Farmer’s Blessed Girl

Mr. Zhuang assigned them a lot of homework, among which the most treasured ones were, because Bai Shan and Bai Erlang still had homework assigned by the school, but she did not.

Man Bao was a little dissatisfied with this, and argued with his husband: "Sir, although I don't have any homework assigned by the school, I still want to study the pulse case."

Mr. Zhuang raised his eyelids to look at her and said, "Then you should get up earlier and go to bed later. Your class has already slowed down. If you don't do your homework, you will be caught up by Erlang."

Man Bao turned his head to look at Bai Erlang, and Bai Erlang happened to turn his head to look at her too, and he gave her a happy laugh.

Man Bao turned back to Mr. Zhuang and said, "Sir, I think you are right."

Shirajiro: ...

Bai Shan held back his laugh, opened his textbook and began to think about homework.

The Mid-Autumn Festival holiday in the capital was longer than when they were in Yizhou. I don't know if it was because the officials in the capital had to attend the palace banquet or something. Anyway, the Imperial College had a five-day holiday.

From the 14th tomorrow, the street will become lively, and all the shops will start to move the lanterns outside, sell food outside, and more people will play.

It's a pity that Bai Shan and the others couldn't even go out, they all stayed at home and did their homework.

Mr. Zhuang said that he would take them to a poetry meeting on Mid-Autumn Festival.

Of course, unlike in Yizhou City, in the capital, they are not qualified to attend the poetry club, and at most they are on the sidelines and the focus is on participation.

Mr. Zhuang never thought of taking them to participate in this before, after all, they want to keep a low profile, right?

But now there is no need to be an invisible person, so just do what you want, as for whether you can make a name for yourself, it depends on the skills of the children.

For Bai Shan and Man Bao, Mr. Zhuang is still very confident. After all, he has taught so many students and seen so many people, and he has only seen a few of them who are as smart as them.

And except for the two of them who are still young, the rest of them are all famous.

And the poetry club is also divided into many levels, the level that Mr. Zhuang can participate in is not too high, and the next day he dressed up the three disciples and led them out.

There was a poetry meeting held in a place called Mohui Garden, which was a garden with three entrances, all of which were open, and the literati who entered could wander around, and finally returned to the atrium to compose poems.

Of course, you need a post to get in.

I don't know where Mr. Zhuang got the two posts and led all three of his disciples in.

Man Bao followed Mr. Zhuang, looked up at the plaque, and then stepped in. After the servant who led them left, he asked curiously, "Sir, why is it called Mo Huiyuan?"

This name always sounds weird, especially when holding a literary meeting.

Bai Shan and Bai Erlang also felt strange, so they all looked up at Mr.

Mr. Zhuang: ...how does he know why?

Do you still have to get to the bottom of the name chosen by the host family?

Mr. Zhuang could only say: "The owner of this garden is surnamed Mo. This garden is rented out all year round to hold banquets, literary and poetry meetings, and it has always been called this name."

Man Bao was curious: "Which family holds the banquet not in their own home, but in a rented garden?"

"Many families," Mr. Zhuang said, "The land in the capital is expensive, and the houses are not cheap. Many families only have enough houses to live in. When they want to hold a banquet at home, there is no room for them, so they can only rent out."

Bai Shan was puzzled: "There are only a few literary and poetry conferences held in a year, so if it can't be rented out, wouldn't it be empty and won't lose money?"

"No, there are quite a few gardens like this specially built and rented outside the capital." Mr. Zhuang said, "Some fourth- and fifth-rank Beijing officials, and even third-rank Beijing officials, only enter their families second and third. If you live with a big family, if you have a small banquet, where can you go to a dozen or so tables at a time? And there’s not even a view to see, it’s too shabby, that’s why some people rent out gardens.”

"Think about it, how many officials and Chinese-funded families are there in Beijing? Today's birthday celebration, tomorrow's first birthday, poetry meeting, literary meeting, flower viewing banquet, come in turn to rent, this garden will be empty for a few days on."

Man Bao asked curiously: "Is it very profitable?"

Mr. Zhuang smiled and said, "I don't know about that. Not only does the land cost money, but the construction also costs money. The decorations, flowers, plants, trees, and maintenance all cost money. Compared with money, I think the owner is more What you care about is the people who come here for the banquet."

That is, connections.

Bai Shan and Man Bao nodded, and Bai Erlang sniffed and said, "Sir, I smell a very sweet smell."

Mr. Zhuang: "...This is the aroma from the back kitchen."

Man Bao also sniffed, and said happily in a low voice: "I can smell it. It smells like moon balls. I heard that the moon balls in the capital are also delicious."

Bai Shan: "After all, it's the Mid-Autumn Festival, and moon clusters are a must."

Mr. Zhuang nodded.

The four masters and apprentices went to the atrium, and just after they entered, they saw many people standing in twos and threes in the courtyard of the atrium. Everyone was admiring the flowers, or talking, so lively.

"Bai Shan?"

Bai Shanxun turned his head and saw Peng Zhiru's classmates standing together. He smiled slightly, stepped forward and saluted, "It's you, and you all come to the poetry meeting?"

Peng Zhiru said with a few smiles: "Yeah, I just met when I came in, I didn't expect you to come too."

Several people looked at Mr. Zhuang and Man Bao who were standing aside.

It was the first time seeing Mr. Zhuang, but they all knew that Bai Shan had a teacher who had been with him since he was a child, so they guessed his identity.

Man Bao, they are not uncommon, but they have not officially known each other.

Bai Shan took the opportunity to introduce them. After everyone got to know each other, Peng Zhiru smiled and said, "It's more lively over there. The owner of the garden bought a pot of rare black chrysanthemums from somewhere. Now most of them are in bloom. Everyone is there." Looking at the flowers, do you want to go and have a look?"

Bai Shan: "Mo Ju?"

He turned to look at Man Bao.

Mr. Zhuang and Bai Erlang also looked at Man Bao.

Man Bao opened his mouth slightly, and asked in surprise, "A black chrysanthemum?"

Peng Zhiru paused for a moment and then smiled: "It's not black, it's ink, um, not that black."

The four masters and apprentices went over to look very curiously, because there was a pot of black chrysanthemum among the flowers that Man Bao once brought home, but it had already been sold.

But they seem to remember that she was sold to the relatives of King Yizhou?

When they got to the place, the four master and apprentice carefully avoided people and squeezed to the front. As soon as they saw the flowerpot, the leaves, and the color of the flower, Mr. Zhuang, Bai Shan and Bai Erlang all turned their heads to look at Man Bao.

Man Bao blinked and stared at it carefully for a long time, confirming that he was really not dazzled, this was really a flower that had been in her hands.

The chrysanthemums sold to Yinhe were green, and the black ones were sold to the relatives of the King of Yizhou.

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