Chapter 1017

Mr. Zhuang assigned them a lot of homework, of which man Bao was the most, because Bai Shan and Bai Erlang also had homework assigned by the school, but she didn't.

Man Bao was dissatisfied with this and argued with his husband: "Sir, although I didn't have the homework assigned in the school, I also want to study the pulse case."

Mr. Zhuang raised his eyelids, looked at her and said, "if you get up earlier and go to bed later, your course will slow down. If you don't do your homework, you will be caught up by Erlang."

Man Bao turns his head to Bai Erlang. It happens that Bai Erlang also turns his head to look at her. He is proud to be happy with her.

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

Bai Erlang:

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

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

From the 14th of tomorrow, the streets will be lively. All shops begin to move lanterns out, sell food and play with more people.

Unfortunately, Bai Shan couldn't even get out of the door. They all stayed at home and did their homework.

Mr. Zhuang said that he would take them to the poetry fair on the Mid Autumn Festival.

Of course, unlike in Yizhou City, in the capital, they are not qualified to attend the poetry fair. At most, they are onlookers and focus on participation.

Mr. Zhuang never thought of taking them to these before. After all, they have to keep a low profile, don't they?

But now there is no need to be invisible, so do what you should do. As for whether you can make a name for yourself, it depends on the skills of several children.

For Bai Shan and man Bao, Mr. Zhuang is still very confident. After all, he has brought so many students and seen so many people. Only a few smart people like them have seen.

Except for the two of them who are still young, the others have become famous.

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

There was a poetry meeting in a place called Mohui garden. There was a three entry garden, which was all open. The literati and writers who went in could walk around and finally return to the atrium to write poetry.

Of course, you need a post to go in.

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

Man Bao followed Mr. Zhuang closely. After looking up at the plaque, he walked in and asked curiously, "Sir, why is it called Mohui garden?"

The name always sounds strange, especially when holding cultural meetings.

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

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

Do you want to go to the bottom of the name given by the owner's house?

Mr. Zhuang can only say, "the owner of this garden is mo. this garden is rented to people for banquets, literary and poetry meetings all year round. It has always been called this name."

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

"Many people," Mr. Zhuang said, "the land in the capital is expensive, and the house is not cheap. Many people only have enough houses to live in. When they want to hold a banquet, they can't make room at home, so they can only rent it out."

Bai Shan didn't understand: "there are only a few literary and poetry meetings in a year. If you can't rent it, isn't it empty and won't you lose money?"

"No, there are many gardens specially built for rent outside the capital," Mr. Zhuang said. "Some four or five grade Beijing officials, even three grade Beijing officials, only two in and three in the family. If we live together, if we return the small banquet, where will we put the guests who go to more than ten tables at a time? It's too shabby to even have a view, so someone will rent the garden. "

"How many officials and Chinese funded families are there in Beijing? Today's birthday, tomorrow's one year old, poetry, literature and flower feast will be rented in turn. The garden will be empty for a few days. "

Man Bao asked curiously, "is it very profitable?"

Mr. Zhuang smiled and said, "I don't know. The garden not only needs money for land and construction, but also for decoration, flowers, trees and maintenance. Compared with money, I think the host family cares more about the people who come here for dinner."

That is, contacts.

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

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

Man Bao also sucked his nose and whispered happily, "I smell it. It's the taste of yuetuan. I heard that yuetuan in Beijing is also very delicious."

Bai Shan: "after all, it's the Mid Autumn Festival. The moon group is necessary."

Mr. Zhuang nodded.

The four masters and disciples went to the atrium before entering. They saw many people standing in twos and threes in the courtyard of the atrium. They were either enjoying flowers or talking.

"Bai Shan?"

Bai Shan looked back and saw several of Peng Zhiru's classmates standing together. He smiled, walked forward and said, "it's you. Are you all coming to the poetry fair?"

Peng Zhiru smiled and said, "yes, I met you when I came in. I didn't expect you to come too."

Several people looked at Mr. Zhuang and man Bao standing aside.

Mr. Zhuang met for the first time, but they all knew that Bai Shan had a teacher who followed him from childhood to childhood, so they guessed his identity.

Man Bao, they are not uncommon, but they haven't officially met.

Bai Shan took the opportunity to introduce them. After everyone knew each other, Peng Zhiru said with a smile: "it's more lively over there. The owner of the garden didn't know where to buy a pot of rare ink chrysanthemums. Now most of them are open. Everyone is enjoying the flowers there. Would you like to go and have a look?"

Bai Shan: "ink chrysanthemum?"

He turned to man Bao.

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

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

Peng Zhiru paused and said with a smile, "it's not black. It's ink. Well, it's not so black."

The four masters and disciples were very curious to see, because there was a pot of ink chrysanthemum among the flowers man Bao had moved home, but it had been sold.

But they seem to remember that she sold it to Yizhou Wang's relatives, right?

When they got to the place, the four masters and disciples carefully avoided people and crowded to the front. As soon as they saw the flower pot, the leaves and the color, Mr. Zhuang, Bai Shan and Bai Erlang looked at man Bao together.

Man Bao blinked and stared carefully for a long time to confirm that he really didn't have eyes. It was really the flower that had stayed in her hand.

The chrysanthemums sold to yin or were green, and the black ones were sold to the relatives of Yizhou king.