A bowl of white rice porridge, a little pickles, cut a few slices of jelly for Xiaoya, looked at Xiao Huang, who was no longer interested in brown rice, and then his little butt was in the yard, digging out his buried bones, and then sharing with Xiaohua who had already entered his own house, Mao Yulong's current mood not only did not feel anxious, but had a sense of tranquility.

"In fact, when things are coming, anxiety is not necessary, and it will not solve the problem." Served a full bowl to the aunt of the Zhao family, looked indifferent, and persuaded with a smile: "The neighborhood meeting has a hundred taels of silver, so that I can go and deal with those cell heads, and my uncle and my brother will not suffer in prison, isn't it good?" Where in the world could there be a better ending? ”

Looking at her son with a calm and calm face, the mother became happy. Since his father died in battle, he realized today that this family has a pillar, and this family can still live.

Forgiveness is forgiveness, but silver money is a hard commodity, 10,000 taels of silver, that is definitely not a small amount, in fact, as a neighbor, she can stand by and watch, but her conscience makes her have to bear this matter.

Now Mao Yulong began to take stock of his family.

The 200 acres of good land that fell under his name, he could completely hack him by using the means without punctuation. At this point, thinking of the meanness and unkindness of the entire clan to his family in the past, Mao Yulong actually did not have a little psychological burden.

But judging from the output of the entire field, even if you pawn the 200 acres of land yourself, you can only get three or two thousand taels of silver, if you collect rent every year, two seasons a year, after deducting the rent that should be promised to pay, the final income is only about 200 taels of silver, after all, the tenants who cultivate the land still have to eat and drink.

If it is 200 taels a year, 10,000 taels, it will take at least 50 years, and if you count the interest during this period, it will not be calculated without a hundred years, which is definitely a headache for yourself.

So where exactly does this money come from? Human life cannot be ignored, and a way must be found.

Tossing and turning like this, I didn't sleep well all night, and when I got up early the next day, I was a little mentally atrophied, and I saw Xiao Huang squatting at the door, waiting for me to run, and I didn't have any thoughts.

Just as I was having a toothache, there was a knock on the door again.

Now that the courtyard door is knocking, Mao Yulong has a feeling of fear, and he really doesn't know how to deal with it.

But no matter what, whether it is a blessing or a curse, or a curse that cannot be avoided, Mao Yulong still opened the courtyard door. When he opened the door, there was a servant in a green coat and a small hat standing outside the door, and after looking Mao Yulong up and down, he bowed down and said: "See Xiao Xianggong, my master sent me over to invite Xiao Xianggong to participate in tomorrow's snow appreciation conference." Then he handed over a big red post: "The location is on the shore of the West Lake, in the Guangyuan Temple." ”

Every year after the autumn season, the new talents have to hold a so-called poetry and song festival to contact the appropriate of the same year, where friendship is secondary, and the relationship is fundamental. How do you know who will be promoted and who will be promoted in the future? No matter who you are, with this friendship of the same year, it will be very easy to talk in the future.

Mao Yulong bowed and returned the salute and took the big red post: "Please reply to your master, tomorrow morning, I will definitely be there to attend the meeting." ”

The servant who sent the post was sent away, and with this big red post in his hand, he returned to the house.

Of course, the mother wanted to ask who it was, and Mao Yulong smiled indifferently: "It's just some vassal elegance, and there's nothing." ”

The mother knew the cause and effect, and of course she was happy that her son could get together with these new talents, so she began to arrange tomorrow's meal. The reason is that this kind of poetry gathering is all about bringing their own lunch, also known as the Baijia Club, which is the AA system to put it bluntly, and everyone has to bring their own lunch.

Of course, there is also a sense of comparison between each other, the sons and grandsons of the wealthy families, and the display is of course extremely luxurious. And some poor scholars, as long as they take their faces, they can also have a good meal.

The mother is a strong person, of course, she doesn't want her son to lose face, so she took out a crockpot under the bed, took out the last 50 yuan, and prepared to bring a decent meal to her son.

50 money, it is indeed not enough to do anything, that is, the Muslim restaurant on Front Street, a portion of haggis, plus a portion of braised sheep's head, this money is no longer enough, not to mention others.

weighed and weighed, and finally the mother said euphemistically: "It's better for you to push tomorrow's poetry meeting, you just say that you occasionally feel cold." ”

Understanding the mother who is strong and wants to save face, Mao Yulong took the 50 money and said to his mother with a smile: "In the same year, this is an opportunity, how can I not go?" ”

"But what can you buy for 50 dollars? There's no need to make people laugh with shivers, it's better not to go. The mother said what was on her mind.

Mao Yulong smiled and said: "50 yuan has a 50 yuan method, you should always believe in your son's means, I will go out to buy it, and wait for tomorrow to go to the meeting." ”

The aunt of the Zhao family wanted to take out the one hundred taels of silver she had just received to make a scene for Mao Yulong, but of course Mao Yulong had to refuse, and she would not get mixed up like this.

Several snows in the south of the Yangtze River, finally sucked the earth air dry, layer by layer, layer by layer, rare with a layer of silver-wrapped scene, the West Lake has frozen, the ice is even more silver-covered, along the lake embankment, covered with snow, for days by many people who swim in the lake trampled out of one clear path after another.

Especially today, the road leading to Guangyuan Temple has already been cleaned by the little monks in the temple early to prepare for the annual poetry festival of the scholars in the temple. Such hospitality will not only bring benefits to the incense of the temple later. Even this poetry event, I was able to directly collect a lot of sesame oil money, so the temple was very attentive, not only cleaning along the way, but also preparing tea vegetarian food in the temple. The abbot also brought the monks in the temple and stood outside the temple early in the morning, dressed up to entertain guests.

Mao Yulong came not early, not late, if he came early, he was going to save the face of those who were anxious about this poetry event, and he came late, but he seemed to be afraid of himself.

When I came to the temple, the abbot received me with a tepid gift, and when I saw a small burden on Mao Yulong's body, I thought it was a lunch with me. But seeing that Mao Yulong didn't bring a domestic servant, he sent a little monk to take over Mao Yulong's burden and send it to a bamboo forest outside the temple. So the lunch was arranged in the bamboo forest outside the temple, where the family of Xiucai, who had already come first, lit the bonfire cooking utensils and prepared everyone's lunch meal.

Meat is strictly forbidden in the temple, and the son of the rich family is not happy without meat, so after the change of Quan Tongda, he is also accustomed to the rules of lunch and picnic in the bamboo forest outside the temple.

But it's not bad, everyone can have fun in their own way.