Time flies, and Situ Cheng has been at the Shi family for a month.

Today is the Mid-Autumn Festival, and the big families in the city will tie silk and hang colors, and hold a moon worship ceremony with knotted decorations. Merchants on the street will also decorate their front of their shops or on their door signs, especially those restaurants.

The ladies of large families will admire the moon in their own homes, and some children of rich families will go to the restaurants with pavilions to drink and watch the moon in groups.

In short, the night of the Mid-Autumn Festival, whether it is the bustle of the city or the tranquility of the countryside, this is a day of family reunion.

The peasants don't have any fancy pastries and fruits, but they are enough to drool on the table.

There are small cakes steamed by Shi Damiang with fine white flour, and on them are the word "Fukang" made by Situ Cheng with black sesame seeds. There are stones to pick wild sour dates and wild grapes, fresh fruits from pear trees in their yards, and small apples sent by neighbor Aunt Cao, also called sand fruits. Fennel salted peanuts, brown sugar wolfberry boiled red beans.

Mi'er couldn't wait, stretched out his hand and used a spoon to scoop the red bean soup to drink, but Shi Zi'er grabbed the spoon instead.

"My mother and your sister haven't served yet, so you're in a hurry to eat, and you'll eat later."

Mi'er likes to eat sweet, so he looked at the big bowl of red bean syrup with fixed eyes, and swallowed hard.

A small stone table was placed in the courtyard, and five people sat around the stone table.

Aunt Shi first divided the small cake into five portions and handed one to each person. The cake was not as big as the bowl of a big porcelain bowl, and Aunt Shi only steamed such one, Situ Cheng was very puzzled.

Seeing Situ Ming's puzzled expression, Aunt Shi smiled and said to everyone:

"This Nizi, we are all a family, what are you embarrassed to say. Do you think your mother is stingy and cherishes this fine white flour? Sue you, this is our custom here. Every Mid-Autumn Festival night, this small cake is also called "moon group", and the family eats it together, symbolizing the reunion of relatives in the coming year. “

Situ Cheng suddenly realized this and smiled at everyone embarrassedly.

The fine white flour is made from wheat grains that are repeatedly crushed by stone milling, and the process is very complicated. And wheat is different from other crops, which are sown in the spring and harvested in the fall. Wheat is sown in late autumn and harvested in summer.

The wheat seedlings have to go through a harsh winter, and the Jizhou region is not like Jiangzhou and Xiangzhou in the south. In winter, it snows a lot, and the bigger the snow, the better.

There is a farmer's saying that Ruixue is a good year, and the thick layer of snow covers the wheat seedlings like a quilt, so that the wheat seedlings will not freeze to death. In addition, when the snow melts in the spring of the following year, it will be turned into water to irrigate the wheat fields, so that in the summer, the wheat harvest will be exceptionally good.

If there is a dry winter and there is little rain in the spring, the wheat will not be harvested in the summer.

On the other hand, corn and corn are relatively easy to grow, and most farmers rely on these coarse grains as their staple food. White flour grains are rarely eaten, so Situ Ming misunderstood this matter.

Everyone sat around and chatted while eating.

The moon hung in the sky like a silver platter, and the moonlight poured down from the heavenly palace like mercury, illuminating the whole earth. In the fields, there was the barking of crickets, and the occasional barking of dogs.

Suddenly, a few fireflies flew into the yard, and they clamored to catch the fireflies for him to play. Shizi'er jumped up and down for a long time, but he couldn't catch those few bugs with glowing buttocks.

Situ said:

"It's so beautiful flying back and forth, what are you doing with it?"

"Shall I take a closer look at whether he has a candle lit on him, or a torch, and why is it lit?" Mi'er tilted her head and said.

"It's its own body that glows, so what kind of torches and candles are there." Aunt Shi said.

The unbelief:

"Then why doesn't my body shine?"

Aunt Shi really didn't know how to answer him, so she said:

"It has to look for food at night, and it can't be seen without light."

Mi'er said:

"But ......"

It was endless, and Aunt Shi hugged Mi'er off her knees and said to him:

"We don't have to go out at night to find food, of course it won't shine, okay, it's not early, can you sleep with your mother today?"

Mi'er nodded, and obediently walked into the house with Aunt Shi, and Aunt Shi turned back to Situ and said:

"Sister, Shizi'er, you should also rest early."

Situ replied:

"Mother, you go to rest first, and we'll clean up the table and go in later."

When Aunt Shi, Uncle Shi and Mi'er entered the house, Shi Zi'er whispered to Situ Ming:

"Do you like to watch fireflies, I know where there are more. One by one, they are bright and beautiful, and they are flying around. ”

"Really, where are they, how many are there, are there many?"

Situ Cheng was locked up at home since she was a child, and her family was also in the city. When I came to Shi's house for a while, I usually went into the house to rest after dark and never went out. It's hard to see the countryside at night.

"When you get there, you will know that you can't count the ones that you keep too much." Shi Zier said.

The two lightly packed up the uneaten food in the courtyard and put it away, and quietly went out.

The place Shi Zi'er said was near a small stream not far away, and the grass grew very luxuriantly by the stream.

"Where are the fireflies, tricking me into running away with you so far." Situ complained.

"Don't worry, look at me."

I saw Shi Zi'er run into the grass half waist high, and his hands flicked from side to side, and sure enough, the fireflies like stars flew out of the grass.

The moonlight and fluorescent light set off each other, and Situ Cheng was stunned. After a while, he said:

"It's so beautiful!"

Shi Zi'er also said next to Situ Ming: "It's so beautiful! He looked at Situ Cheng fixedly.

"Look at what I'm doing, look at the fireflies, they'll be scattered later." Situ said angrily.

Shi Zi'er didn't say anything, but still looked at Situ Cheng and said again:

"It's so beautiful!"

Situ Cheng realized this, patted him on the head and said:

"You little monkey, are you taking advantage of me?"

"I'm telling the truth, and I'm beaten for telling the truth, it's really unreasonable." Shi Zier pretended to be aggrieved.

Situ Cheng has never looked in the mirror since she was reborn, and she doesn't know what the shell looks like she has. First, the bronze mirror is a thing only owned by the rich and noble, and the poor family is just a basin or river water. The second is that there were taboos in her previous life, and since she was disfigured, she didn't dare to look at her own face.

In her previous life, her biological mother Su gave birth to flowers and moons, otherwise a peasant girl would not have been taken by his father and accepted as a concubine. And she later eloped with Huang Huan, most of them were too outstanding. After some things in her previous life, she thought in her heart that a woman's appearance was too beautiful but a bad thing, no wonder there were words such as "red face and bad water" and "red face and thin life".

Because Shi Zi'er said that she had a beautiful face, which reminded her of some sad things in the past, her face suddenly pulled down and said coldly:

"What's the use of Changmei, can it be used as food, can it be used as money, can it be used as a healer, can it heal the wounds, but it will provoke a lot of right and wrong for yourself."