In a blink of an eye, it was the Mid-Autumn Festival, which was the first Mid-Autumn Festival that Song Qi had since he arrived in ancient times.

Today's moon is extraordinarily round and bright, and the osmanthus tree and jade rabbit inside the moon seem to be faintly visible. At this time, Dream Island is bathed in the dissolving moonlight, and the dark fragrance of osmanthus floats, which is particularly warm.

There is a spacious courtyard behind the main hall of the mansion, called Fulin Yuan, and the courtyard is full of flowers and trees. There are more than a dozen small mahogany round tables in the open space of the courtyard, which surround a semicircle, and each round table is placed with various kinds of dried and fresh fruits, moon cakes, tea and wine, and one person sits at each table. Ming Zhu Gong sat in the middle, from the left hand to Ximen Liu, Tan Wuxing, Hua Meng, Le Wulu, Fan Yinao, Mao Yong, from the right hand is Feng Dan, Song Qi, Ximen Yun, Ling Xue, Mingyu, the old housekeeper Ming Zhu'an stood next to Ming Zhugong, and stood behind Mingyu with raised eyebrows. The other little girls were busy pouring wine and tea for everyone and distributing moon cakes.

Today, except for a few maids who serve closely, Ming Zhu Gong gave most of the domestic servants a holiday, so that they could have a reunion festival in their own small home.

Ming Zhu Gong was wearing a blue and white robe and a Confucian scarf, and he was in good spirits, he cleared his throat and said, "Today is the first Mid-Autumn Festival that Xue'er and Song Gongzi have spent on the island. Maybe everyone has experienced such and such hardships before, but all this unhappiness has become a thing of the past! When the bright moon is at the head, we still have to enjoy the moon happily and eat moon cakes and have a happy Mid-Autumn Festival! After speaking, Ming Zhugong raised his wine glass and saluted everyone.

Everyone hurriedly sat up, raised their wine glasses, drank the wine in the glasses one after another, and sat down again.

Then Ming Zhu Gong pointed to Song Qi and Ling Xue one by one, and Song Qi and Ling Xue greeted them one by one. Then, everyone present stood up and toasted Ming Zhugong with a glass of wine and toasted a few words. At this time, everyone was in a good mood, drinking their own wine, eating mooncakes, and occasionally clinking glasses with the people next to them, or whispering a few words.

When everyone was talking to each other, Song Qi peeked at everyone present to take a look, except for Le Wulu, Fan Yinao and Ximen Yun had met a few days ago, everyone else had met for the first time.

The old housekeeper Ming Zhu'an was about sixty years old, with a white short beard and a slight hunchback; Ximen Liu, the chief shopkeeper of Mingzhu Firm, is no more than forty years old, with black eyebrows and white face, and a slight beard under his chin; Mr. General Ledger talks about fearlessness in his fifties, with well-defined cheekbones, shrewdness and ability; Dream Island head coach Hua Meng is about thirty years old, burly and magnificent; Mao Yong, the deputy head of the sect, was about thirty-five years old, with a dark complexion and a medium build; The head of the guard, Feng Dan, was less than thirty, described as withered and thin.

Song Qi couldn't imagine that such a thin person could actually be the head of the guard.

Mingyu is wearing a pink skirt today, looking dignified and generous, beautiful as a fairy.

Song Qi looked at Mingyu blankly, and his beautiful girlfriend Xia Fei came to mind. Is this one in front of you Mingyu or Xia Fei? "Today is the Mid-Autumn Festival, the moonlight is like water, the beauty is current, everyone says a poem related to the moon, okay?" At this time, I only heard Mingyu get up and propose.

Song Qi listened, settled down, and winked at Ling Xue, Ling Xue looked back at him, his eyes were full of helplessness, neither of them was good at poetry, but they couldn't object to this proposal, the Mid-Autumn Festival moon appreciation and poetry, this is the custom, so they all turned their heads to look at Ming Zhu Gong to see what he meant.

I saw Ming Zhu Gong smile and agreed: "This proposal is good!" The others listened and nodded in agreement.

"This dad is the biggest, you can invite it first!" Mingyu said, stretched out his right hand and made a gesture of invitation to Ming Zhugong.

When Ming Zhugong heard this, he smiled heartily and agreed: "Okay! Then he twisted his beard and shook his head, looked up at the bright moon in the sky, thought for a while, and then chanted in a deep voice: "A round of pearl light in the great wilderness, thousands of households look up." A hundred years of clear light turned with the waves, and Chang'e regretted breaking her intestines for thousands of years. ”

When everyone listened, they all applauded and applauded, and rushed to raise their glasses to Ming Zhu Gong.

Then Ximen Liu, Tan Wuxing, Hua Meng, Le Wulu, Fan Yinao, Mao Yong, Feng Dan and so on recited in turn. Although they claim to be rough people in their mouths, the poems they read are also sonorous and powerful, and the battle is neat.

Without thinking, Ximen Yun blurted out: "The bright moon shines on the pines, and the jade sleeps in the stone." It is the night of the Mid-Autumn Festival, and the beauty is in the world. When he recites poetry, he shakes his head, scratches his head and gestures, and his voice is subdued and frustrated, full of charm, and has the demeanor of a poet.

This is a Tibetan poem. Ximen Yun was smug, and from time to time he swept his fiery eyes towards Mingyu.

Mingyu didn't raise his eyelashes, didn't pay attention to him, but looked at Song Qi and said with a smile: "You're next!" ”

'I'm not ready! Why don't you please first! Song Qi spread his hands and pushed back with shame. Then I'll take the lead! Mingyu smiled, finished speaking, thought for a while, and then whispered in a shallow voice: "Dissolve the moonlight and dissolve the water, and the moonlight calls the wanderer back." The moon is a group, the family is round, and the group is full and enjoys the laurel. ”

In Mingyu's poem, Ximen Yun's eyes have been staring at Mingyu intently. He left Dream Island to stay in the Mingzhu branch of Do'an Mansion for more than a year. Now Mingyu is more graceful and beautiful than a year ago, which makes him Ximen Yun feel more excited, haunted by dreams, and dreaming. He thought that the wanderer in Mingyu's poem was specifically referring to him, and the beauty in his heart was indescribable. After Mingyu finished reciting, Ximen Yun couldn't help but stir his hands, clapped the applause loudly, and praised loudly.

Everyone said yes, and it was another clinking glass of drinking.

While others were chanting poems and drinking, Song Qi raised his eyes to look at the bright moon in the sky, and was stunned for a while: "In previous years, the Mid-Autumn Festival was to enjoy the moon with my parents, but this year's Mid-Autumn Festival they are reunited but not united, the moon goddess Chang'e, can you bring my longing to my family after a thousand years?" On the other hand, he dug out his heart to make up poems, and made up one or two sentences, such as "I want to dance, the moon does not move, I want to fly, and the wind does not lift." "The moon shines on the universe, can you see it together for thousands of years?" And so on, but it just can't be a poem.

Song Qi saw that he really couldn't compose poems, so he had to recall the ancient poems he had memorized before, trying to fill up the numbers with them, thinking about it, and remembering the most complete was Su Dongpo's "When Will the Bright Moon Be There".

At this time, seeing that it was almost coming to him, Song Qi wanted to get up and recite. Ling Xue put down her wine glass, sat down first, and said, "I'll come first!" Then he raised his eyes to look at the moon and recited: "I am alone in the family reunion, and the moonlight shines on me like ice." There is a giant axe in the Guanghan Palace, can you lend me a year? ”

When Ling Xue was reciting the poem, Song Qi quickly recited it silently in his mind a few more times, and then he also pretended to get up and recite: "When is the bright moon?" Ask the sky for wine. I don't know what year it is in the heavenly palace? I want to go back by the wind, but I am afraid that Qionglou Yuyu will be cold in high places. Dancing to figure out the shadow, how does it seem to be in the world? Turn Zhu Pavilion, low Qihu, shine sleeplessly. There should be no hatred, what is the long time to say goodbye? People have joys and sorrows, and the moon is cloudy and sunny, and this matter is difficult to complete. I hope that people will last a long time, and they will be together for thousands of miles. ”

After Ming Zhu Gong listened to this poem, his face changed slightly, his eyes swept from Song Qi to Mingyu's face, and when he saw Mingyu looking at Song Qi's eyes like water, the autumn waves were rippling, he nodded secretly, then raised his wine glass, and said to Song Qi: "This poem is the most eye-catching scene!" Song Gongzi is really talented! ”

"Mr. Ming has won the award! I'm also picking people's teeth. The younger generation is ignorant, and there are still many places to learn from Mr. Song Qiqian gave way, raised his wine glass to Ming Zhu Gongyao as he spoke, and then leaned back.

"Dad, Brother Song means to ask you to tell him about your business experience. Mingyu smiled and spoke to her father, while getting up and pouring wine for Ming Zhugong and Song Qi.

Maybe Song Qi inadvertently mentioned that he was a small businessman a few days ago, and Mingyu had the intention to take this opportunity to ask her father to give him a word or two, but it was unknown. Song Qi glanced at Mingyu quickly and gratefully, hey, she is really an empathetic and lovely person!

As a small businessman, Song Qi of course wanted to listen to the business experience of Ming Zhu Gong, a generation of big businessmen, so he took the opportunity to sit down and bowed to Ming Zhu Gong and asked: "Mr. Ming has been in business for many years, rich in the world, and must be well versed in the way of management, please share your successful experience with the younger generation, and the younger generation can also learn and learn, and avoid detours when doing business in the future!" ”

"I don't have any special experience either." Ming Zhugong listened, smiled and waved his hand, motioned for him to sit down, then stroked his beard, thought for a while, and then stretched out four fingers and said: "According to my more than thirty years of business travel career, I have summarized it, the most important thing is four points. ”

Song Qi was busy listening, and everyone was also listening. Although they have followed Ming Zhu Gong for many years and have lived on the island for more than ten years, it is rare to hear Ming Zhu Gong share his business experience. Because Ming Zhugong himself has always been very low-key, he often tells people that his ability is not very high, but his luck is slightly better than others.

On Dream Island, people secretly spread the word of mouth, indicating that Zhu Gong was lucky because he had a book from heaven, and he relied on the guidance of the book of heaven to earn great wealth. This rumor has been around for a long time. But no one had ever seen that book of heaven, not even Ming Zhu'an had seen it with his own eyes.

Ximen Yun nailed Song Qi with bad intentions, he didn't know who this person was, why the proud and beautiful Mingyu was so considerate to him, and even the high-ranking Ming Zhu Gong was responsive to him. But Song Qi didn't notice Ximen Yun's somewhat vicious gaze, because he was looking down to listen to Ming Zhugong's speech.

I saw Ming Zhu Gong stretch out four fingers in turn, and said: "One is to judge the situation, the second is to make good use of the strength, the third is to be honest and valuable, and the fourth is to bear hardships and stand hard work." ”

Some of the people bowed their heads and listened, some smiled, and some stretched out four fingers to remember.

Ming Zhu Gong explained one by one: "First of all, let's talk about judging the situation. Last night, the spring water by the riverside was born, and the giant ship was a dime light, and it has always been in vain to push the force, and at this moment the middle stream is free. It means that the difficulty of things is not small or big, but the time is known. The saint's work seems to be slow and urgent, as if it is slow and fast, waiting for the time. The so-called situation creates heroes, and if the situation is not there, heroes are useless. ”

"What a time to assess the situation! Our Mingzhu firm can have today's achievements because of the good judgment of the situation! The crowd exclaimed.

Ming Zhugong smiled slightly, slowly stretched out his hand to gesture, and continued: "Han Feizi said: Those who are wise use their own strength, those who are wise use their own strength, those who are wise use the power of others, and those who are wise use the wisdom of others. Liu Bang couldn't pull out the top, and his wisdom couldn't strategize, so why he finally defeated Xiang Yu, the overlord of Chu, who was powerful and powerful to conquer the world, and won the world, because he made good use of the strength and resourcefulness of Zhang Liang, Han Xin, Xiao He and others. This is the use of the power of many. ”

"Make good use of the power of the people! You can say that again! And they clapped their hands in admiration.

Ming Zhugong lowered his head and took a sip of tea gently, and said with a smile in his eyes: "If you don't believe in the sky, you can't grow up, and if you don't believe in the earth, the grass and trees are not big." If you don't believe in the four seasons, the fruit will not grow, and the grain will not grow. People do not stand without faith, and if they do not believe in their words, they will be dissatisfied with their karma. If you believe in it, you can reward it with false words, and if you can reward it with false words, then all of it will be your own house within the Liuhe. Ji Bu promised a thousand gold, and someone sacrificed his life to save him in times of crisis. Liu Shouguang, the emperor of Yan State, broke his word and became fat, and he didn't even accept surrender to the other party! This is my understanding that integrity is a treasure. ”

"Yes, yes, Confucius said that people cannot stand without faith!" Ximen Yun got up and poured tea respectfully for Ming Zhugong, and said with a smile on his face, "The first three points are easy to understand." But I don't understand the hardships and hard work. The poor are the hardest, so why can't they get rich? ”

"Good question!" Ming Zhugong glanced at Ximen Yun approvingly, turned his head to Ximen Liu and said: "Yun'er is willing to use his brains and think, and his business ability will not be under you in the future." ”

"It's all cultivated by my grandfather!" Ximen Liu smiled happily.

"Grandpa Xie's compliment!" Ximen Yun glanced at Mingyu proudly, "I also asked because I have been working in Weiguo for a year and have some personal experience and feelings." ”

Ming Zhugong nodded, cleared his throat, and explained with a smile: "The labor I am talking about here includes labor, labor, labor, and heart. The poor are only accustomed to working their bodies, and as for labor, old thinking, and hard work, I don't think so. If you are not hardworking, you are lazy, laziness is the root of poverty, and diligence is the foundation of getting rich. Why is there no long-term poor home in the world? If you are poor, you will think about change, you will become lazy and diligent, and you will become rich and prosperous. Why is there no long-lasting rich home in the world? If you are rich, you will be lazy, and if you are lazy, you will sit and eat empty. ”

When everyone present heard this, they all applauded and laughed and applauded. This is an extra big bonus for them.

'Listening to the gentleman is better than reading a book for ten years!' Song Qi got up and left his seat, and bowed to Ming Zhu Gong and thanked him.

'Daddy, you're so biased! These business scriptures never tell me! Mingyu sneered at her father, and suddenly turned around and said, "Hey, why is Xue'er missing?" ”