"It's hard for you to think about our mother and son on such a day."
Han Yajun's tone changed gentleness, no longer so tit for tat.
Song Xijiao pretended to be relaxed: "even if I forget you, the people in Jinzhou City and the people in the world will not forget you!"
Han Yajun smile: "you say so, I will feel that you are satirizing me."
"No, no, we don't talk about our personal friends. Just for the sake of hero Hu, who has been defending the country for so many years, we people should remember this kindness and take good care of your mother and son. This is all my sincere words!"
She did think so, but it was only one of them.
And "where can I do this kind of thing? Don't worry, your highness will certainly protect her."
"I'm afraid that the prince's highness is just a dew love affair."
Han Yajun said with a smile: "in my opinion, the prince's highness is not that kind of person."
"Well, it's hard to say anything about the emperor's family."
After the moon cakes were delivered, the sky gradually became dark. Song Xijiao explained the story of haoxifeng bookstore and went back to the bamboo paper mill and called all the helpers together.
"Today's festival, we have worked hard for most of the day! I don't make many moon cakes, so I won't give them to you. Here are the bacon, pickled vegetables and fruit wine I made. You can get one for each one. In addition, each person will be rewarded with ten dollars more. Please go home early for the festival. You can come one hour later tomorrow morning. "
"Thank you, boss!"
"Thank you, Miss Song!"
"Thank you very much, thank you very much."
The waiters and helpers were so happy that they didn't know what to do. Compared with the ten dollars, the piles of bacon, pickled vegetables and wine on the table were more attractive, because they were all things that money could not buy.
In particular, stewed vegetables, which were limited to free food in the Shixuan restaurant, have now become the main course. A small dish costs $30. Who can afford it? Now each of them has a small jar. Can't you be happy.
When they all went on and on, song Xijiao apologized to Zhang Quan and said, "I'm afraid you have to work overtime with me. I'm sorry."
Zhang Quan said with a smile: "Miss Song, where to speak, this is my duty."
"Where is your old mother celebrating the festival? If not, invite her to my house
"No need." Zhang Quan shook his head and said with a grateful smile, "my mother has been taken away by the second elder brother. I have no family and no mouth. It's no fun to have a holiday by myself. It's better to join the party with Miss Song."
"No home, no mouth? No, how can I hear that someone has recently told you a marriage. "
Zhang Quan's face flushed when he heard the speech. He quickly said, "it's not settled yet. The matchmaker is still helping."
Once upon a time, he was just a poor scholar, and no girl wanted to follow him.
Now entering Xifeng bamboo paper mill, with such a lucrative and stable job, there are suddenly more matchmakers. However, he has always been fond of a girl who once refused him, so he specially asked Xiao Liu to find a matchmaker for him.
This was the day before yesterday. I didn't expect that it would spread to song Xijiao's ears so soon. Zhang Quan, a scholar, was very thin skinned and embarrassed.
"Well, let's go, let's go and take up the space early."
Song Xijiao teased him, then gathered up a smile, took him to the river to decorate things.
Before it was completely dark, lanterns were hung on the riverside, and many food vendors took up their places in advance. They baked all kinds of cakes and snacks, and put them out hot and fragrant.
On the edge of the bridge, a string of colorful tassels dancing with the wind, a girl in a long Aqua skirt is playing with the lantern in her hand and laughing with the man standing beside her.
"Later, you just stand here. You don't have to talk or attract guests. You can do whatever you want."
Ling Zi nodded with a light smile, looked at a string of tassels, picked up a wisp of them and looked, these tassels are actually small stars folded with colored paper.
"Did you fold it?"
"No, it's the maid girls who taught Xifeng bookstore to fold it together. How about it? Is it good-looking?"
Ling Zi checked and nodded: "when I collected this stall tonight, can these stars be given to me?"
"You want this! Can I get it from here? I still have a lot of them
She ran into the stall, took out a small pottery pot from the bottom and put it on Ling Ziqing's hand.
"Here you are."
Ling Ziqing opened, reached in his hand and grabbed it. He took it out and saw the colorful little stars in his palm. It looked both delicate and lovely.
"Oh, that's beautiful!" Qingfeng could not help exclaiming, "Miss Song, are you really clever and skillful? This will be folded?"
"What's the matter?" Song Xijiao triumphantly raised his chin and reached out to Zhang Quan, "give me that piece of paper."
After getting a piece of sky blue paper, song Xijiao flipped her fingers. Soon, a vivid thousand paper crane appeared in her hand, and then she proudly asked the breeze, "how about this one?""This is..."
"It's called a thousand paper cranes! It's a crane made of paper. According to legend, as long as you fold a thousand cranes and then close your eyes to make a wish, you can realize your wish. Therefore, it's called thousand paper cranes. "
"There is another way to say that?"
"Of course
Breeze a face does not believe: "can't be you want to sell bamboo paper again, the gimmick that comes out intentionally?"
"What! I don't have such a fan of money. I want to do business all day long! "
Song Xijiao nununu nose toward the breeze, casually picked up a brush, stained with ink on the paper crane, two eyes, a moment, the thousand paper crane changed more like a living general.
"How about giving this crane to me
"Of course
Song Xijiao put it into the small pottery pot and looked at Ling Ziqing with a strange look on her face. I can't believe that he is such a non cannibalistic person who would like these children's things.
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