After such a busy few days, all kinds of preparations gradually came to an end.

On this day, Yuan Zhao is and the money shopkeeper in the treasury to select the varieties of tea, according to Yuan Zhao, to make the tea house business prosperous, in addition to green tea, the new tea should be divided into multiple types, different flavors, to suit the needs of different people. Qian Liu was ignorant, so he had to bring him to the treasury and let him choose his own match.

Su Lingzhi came from outside, stood at the door and watched for a long time, saw Yuan Zhao rummaging through wooden boxes and other objects, sweating, couldn't help laughing, so he took out a silk handkerchief and wiped it for him, Yuan Zhao hurriedly reached out and took it, and saw that it was a white silk handkerchief, embroidered with a small lotus flower, faintly with the warm body fragrance of a girl. He was embarrassed to get up, he wiped his head and face with his sleeve, and reached out to return the silk handkerchief with a sneering expression, the girl was simple-hearted, and she couldn't think of anything else, seeing his embarrassment, she giggled, and didn't reach out to pick it up, her eyes blinked and said: "My mother said that Chongyang will take me to the heights of the festival tomorrow, and by the way, I will visit Aunt Wen, if you want to go out, take you with me." Yuan Zhao thought about it and agreed, on the one hand, he wanted to go to the mountains and forests outside the city to collect some medicinal herbs, but on the other hand, he had a good impression of the woman named Aunt Wen at the beginning, and he should thank her in person.

Seeing that he agreed, Lingzhi said hello to Qian Liu again, turned his head and jumped away, "Hey......" Yuan Zhao's hand holding a handkerchief stretched out in mid-air, a little helpless.

The money shopkeeper walked over with a smile and patted him on the back: "The eldest lady has an excellent heart, don't mind, just accept her well." Yuan Zhao retracted his gaze, nodded, and solemnly folded the silk handkerchief and put it in his arms.

The next day, the sun was good, the autumn breeze was cool, Su Hongyun got up early in the morning, brought Lingzhi and Yuanzhao and the little fat man Ma Xiaoqi, the carriage in the courtyard was already ready, Ma Qi's leg injury was not good, this time it was Song Jiu driving, Zhao Yuan still rode the big green horse with him, and the group walked out of Green Willow Lane, turned onto Zhuque Street, and went straight out of the south gate of Chang'an to the direction of Changle Yuan.

I saw that on the avenue outside the south gate, the pedestrians were bustling, and the cars and horses were all people who went out of the city to climb the heights and step on the autumn. Ordinary people carry pots and bottles to accompany each other, and there are even those noble relatives who bring tents, musical instruments and all kinds of wine and food on the carriages, obviously to have the joy of autumn curtains and feasts and drinks on the grassland.

It turns out that the Double Ninth Festival ascends, also known as "stepping on autumn", and this custom has been formed as early as the Warring States Period. In the ancient classic book "Book of Changes" in China, "six" is set as a yin number, and "nine" is a yang number, and on September 9, double nine and heavy, so the name is Chongyang, also called Chongjiu. To the Han Dynasty, the country ruled the world with "filial piety", and then set the Double Ninth Festival as a festival to respect the old and worship the ancestors. In addition to Huaiyuan thinking people, this day is the most auspicious day of the year, the golden autumn wind is sunny, the sky is high and refreshing, climb high and look far away, and have the meaning of fitness and timidity.

Song Jiu, who was driving, was about the same age as Zhao Yuan, his face was white like a scholar, he had read a book for a few days before, and when he talked about this kind of custom along the way, the three children were also interesting to listen to.

It's just that for some reason, Su Hongyun's expression was depressed today, and he seemed to be a little sad.

Yuan Zhao sat in front of the carriage, occasionally interjecting to say a few words, Lingzhi and the little fat man were very excited, chirping and chattering, sometimes making fun of Yuan Zhao's appearance like a little adult, and sometimes wanting to climb on the back of Zhao Yuan's horse to play, Yuan Zhao just smiled slightly, this scene reminded him of the few times before when he was on a picnic with a few friends when he took a short vacation to complete the task, it was the only few moments in his life that he felt relaxed and warm.

There are occasionally people in fresh clothes and angry horses galloping by, and they are the children of the noble families in Chang'an City.

After walking for about less than an hour, not far in front of me, I saw that the terrain on the left side of the road gradually rose, like a plateau that abruptly rose, and the edge extended to the distance and went boundlessly, which is the famous Bashang Changle Yuan! Song Jiu stopped the carriage and brought all kinds of things with Zhao Yuan, Su Hongyun tied a few dogwoods with red ropes on the arms of the three children, Yuan Zhao had heard Song Jiu say this custom, and he didn't think it was different, so he packed up and stopped, and the group climbed to the hill on foot.

This Changle Plateau is an excellent place, and I don't know how it was formed in what year and month, it is more than ten zhang high, flat and vast as far as the eye can see.

Now autumn is high, the vast weeds are knee-deep, the wild chrysanthemums are full of gold, and there are small patches of woods as far as the eye can see, and all kinds of small animals pass by in the grass. At the south pole is the foothills of the Zhongnan Mountain, and at the southeast corner of the Changle Plateau slope is the Weishui River rolling through, making a bend and going straight to the outside of Chang'an City.

Yuan Zhao carried a bamboo basket, he was going to come to pick some herbs to prepare some standing medicines this time, but when he saw the wild chrysanthemum, he had another idea. He thought about it, and then ordered the little fat man to take a cloth bag, and was about to take him to the chrysanthemum bushes next to him to pick, when he suddenly heard Su Hongyun call him: "Brother Yuan, wait, you can take Lingzhi with you, she is bored here." Before Yuan Zhao could speak, he caught a glimpse of Song Jiu's glance at him, as if he had a deep meaning, so he didn't say anything more at the moment, nodded and led the Lingzhi Xiaopang to walk not far away.

The girl seemed reluctant to nag in her mouth: "I don't let me be in front of every memorial at home, and I don't know what the hell is going on." Hmph, what's so rare! ”

The little fat man seemed to know something, puffed out his mouth, but did not say it after all.

Yuan Zhao persuaded: "It must be reasonable for adults not to let you know about things, and I will naturally tell you when I should let you know." ”

The little fat man nodded again and again: "Yes, yes!" Sister Ganoderma lucidum. ”

Su Lingzhi was still not satisfied, looked at the two of them with a tender mouth, and said, "Hey, you are not much fat, won't you call me sister?" Really! ”

Yuan Zhao secretly smiled bitterly, call you sister? Little girl, do you know that I am more than 2,000 years old!

Ma Xiaoqi smiled happily beside him, looking like someone was suffering together, it seemed that he had suffered a lot from Ganoderma lucidum before.

The girl frowned: "What?" Don't you want to call me sister? ”

Yuan Zhao had no choice but to shout: "Sister!"

She immediately smiled with a brow on her face.

Yuan Zhao commanded the two of them to pick chrysanthemum petals in the field, Lingzhi asked him puzzled what he was doing with picking these wild flowers, Yuan Zhao explained that it was to make a chrysanthemum tea, which has the effect of moisturizing and beautifying the skin. The girl looked a little confused when she heard these terms, and Yuan Zhao had to explain in detail in words she could understand, and the girl showed a sudden realization expression, and then the enthusiasm for picking petals rose.

Yuan Zhao caught a glimpse of Su Hongyun not far away, placing incense and candle offerings in a flat place, and behind him, Zhao Yuan and Song Jiu had serious expressions, and they couldn't hear what she was muttering, only faintly hearing the sound of crying. Soon after, the three of them prayed as a ritual and finished the memorial. After a few more moments, the sound of voices and footsteps sounded behind him.

The chrysanthemums picked by the three children and the herbs they picked filled the bamboo basket and a few cloth bags. At this time, several people were setting up simple tents in the open space by the Weishui River at the bottom of the slope, preparing to take a break and eat something by the way. There are also a few tents of people from far and near, there are fires rising in the open space, gurgling meat in hanging pots, and there are people sitting around the floor drinking and talking about what they are talking about.

The little fat man followed Zhao Yuan to collect dry branches and hay around, Su Hongyun was sorting out and eating, and put it on the carpet in the same way, Yuan Zhao saw that most of them were cakes made of corn, cakes and the like, and there were two roe deer hanging on the crossbar of the tent, which seemed to be captured by Zhao Yuan's guy at that time. Seeing that there was nothing to do, he took the roe deer and went to the river, where he prepared to skin and wash it.

Su Lingzhi blinked a few times, went to pick up a small wooden bucket and said to fetch water and followed him.