The fifteenth day of the first lunar month is the Shangyuan Festival, which is the Lantern Festival. It is the same as the Midyear Festival on July 14, which is commonly known as the Ghost Festival. The Xia Yuan Festival on October 15 is collectively known as the Sanyuan Festival.

Each place and era places different importance on each festival.

In ancient times, the Shangyuan Festival was a relatively important festival in most places, and everyone would enjoy the lanterns and eat the Lantern Festival together.

Bu Ru took the little scholar today, and went out after lunch at noon, and he made an appointment with a few usual book friends, and went to enjoy the lanterns and drink together tonight.

He usually doesn't like this kind of communication, but the exam is about to start, so he naturally has to move around.

Even the lady encouraged him to go out for a walk.

He went to the Lin Feng Academy in the town first.

This is the best private school in Lin Feng Town, and almost every time the exam is held, someone is admitted to Xiucai.

However, there are no enlightened students here, only the Four Books and the Five Classics are taught, and only 20 students are accepted all year round, not more than one.

At the beginning of last year, he wanted to come here to study, but the conditions for studying here are very strict, and he has to go through a very difficult assessment, and the monthly tuition fee is 500 copper.

He looked at the assessment papers at the beginning of last year, and he was conceited that he could have passed the exam at that time, and the money was not a problem, as long as he wanted to read, his family could still get it.

But because he is older, and the people who study here are all younger than himself, he is a little repulsed in his heart.

What's more, the study here is very strict, and the study pays attention to hard study, so the recruits are all boarding students, usually more than 20 people study and live together, and they have to study for 11 months at a time, and they are not allowed to go home without a holiday halfway.

Because he was reluctant to leave his wife, he didn't come.

I came here today to find my friend Peng Qingshi.

He was the youngest son of the master of this school.

When I arrived at the back of the school, I passed by a fence that was neither tall nor short, crawling with withered pothos.

In the summer, this pothos is full of life and is very beautiful.

The school hall was renovated from the big house of the Peng family, with the front yard and a row of houses as the school, where twenty students and an old woman cooked.

The backyard and another row of houses are my own house.

At this time, it was lunch break, and before the two of them reached the back door, they met Peng Fuzi, who was drinking hot tea and reading under the eaves of the courtyard.

"Hello Master Peng......" Bu Ru hurriedly saluted.

That Peng Fuzi is in his fifties, and he is also an old talent, but he is full of peach and plums, teaching and educating people in the middle of his life, and there are twenty or thirty of his students who have passed the examination, and even one of them has passed the examination.

At this time, he glanced at the Bu Ru outside the fence lightly, and he should not say anything, lowered his head and continued to read.

"I have an appointment with Brother Peng Qingshi today, I don't know if he is at home now?"

As if he hadn't heard, Peng Fuzi still ignored him.

Bu Ru was a little puzzled, he had been here a few times, every time he came before, this Peng Fuzi would not be as cold as he is now, did he do something wrong?

Standing at the door at this time, knocking is not, not knocking is not, shouting loudly is even more rude, which makes him very embarrassed.

Fortunately, it didn't take long for Peng Qingshi to find him and greet him with a smile.

"Is it a long time? I'm really sorry, I didn't expect you to come so early, just happened to go to the toilet, hahaha......"

Bu Ru smiled slightly; "I just arrived not long ago."

"Then are you going to come in and sit down now, or do you want to go to Lao Zhou's house together?"

Saying goes; Look at the face when you enter the door, and look at the sky when you go out.

Seeing Peng Fuzi's face, he naturally didn't want to go in as a guest; "Let's go to Lao Zhou's house, make an appointment with everyone early, and go to the restaurant early to choose a good location."

"That makes sense, then you wait, I'll change my shoes and go."

When they arrived at Lao Zhou's house, the three of them drank a pot of tea, and the other two agreed companions also arrived, so the five of them drank two more teas, and when they saw that the time was almost up, they went to the Lin Feng Restaurant in the town together.

The boss and shopkeeper here is an acquaintance, that is, Grandpa Chen, who bought his own dried fish last year.

The boss is the owner, but the shopkeeper is not necessarily the owner, and many shopkeepers are invited by the owner to come to the store, which is equivalent to the store manager in later generations.

However, in general, many owners of small shops are part-time shopkeepers.

The word boss has been used in ancient times in the south, always referring to the old way, referring to the quality of the door, and also respecting the other party is a businessman.

"Boss Chen, do you still have a good position?" After entering the door, Bu Ru asked Grandpa Chen, who was at the counter.

"Ouch, Boss Bu is here?!" The boss, who looked like he was in his sixties, was in good spirits, his face was full of red light, and when he looked up, he saw that it was Bu Ru, and hurriedly greeted him, and said with a smile; "Now you are the big boss, and the business at home is much better than in my small place."

The gentle and jade-like Bu Ru bowed and said humbly; Boss Chen smiled.

The two exchanged pleasantries, and Boss Chen personally led several people upstairs; "If you want to be warm, you can choose a seat in the middle of the hall, and if you want to see the street view, you can choose a private seat by the window, but it will be a little cold."

"Drink two cups in a while, and it won't be cold." Peng Qingshi said with a smile.

"Hahaha, it makes sense, you are all young people, so naturally you will not be afraid of the cold." Boss Chen led everyone to sit down, asked a shopkeeper to come over and order, and chatted a few words before going down.

At this time, the sky is just dark, the street is lit up one after another, on the east ridge, a full moon rises, such as a huge white jade plate, sprinkled with clear and bright moonlight, very beautiful.

In ancient times, there was a night market on the night of the Lantern Festival, and the night view of the lanterns could be seen, and few people came out to visit at night, even if it was a big city, there was no night market to visit.

Tonight, every man, woman and child will happily go out shopping, and it is very lively.

The five people handed over the cups and changed the lamps, and after three or five cups, when talking about the recent harvest, Peng Qingshi said proudly; "From the Chinese New Year to the present, many seniors in my family have come to visit my father, so I have learned some tricks of making art compositions."

Lao Zhou picked up a piece of pig's head meat and put it in his mouth; "What are your predecessors?"

"At least he's a child, and there's some talent."

In the ancient imperial examinations, although Tongsheng was the lowest, it was better than those who were not Tongsheng.

If you are a child in the middle school entrance examination, you can be regarded as a real reader, and when you see Xiucai, you can also be called a little friend.

When the others heard this, they all showed envious looks, who called other people's fathers.

Peng Qingshi continued; "And I went to a literary meeting a few days earlier, and I met a lot of seniors, and I benefited a lot."

Speaking of this, he immediately put down his chopsticks, frowned and said to Bu Confucian; "But whether it's the people who came to visit my house or the book friends at the literary meeting, many people mentioned Xiaobu you."

Among the five people here, Lao Zhou is in his early twenties, Peng Qingshi is nearly twenty years old, and the other three are slightly older than the seventeen-year-old Bu Ru, so they all call him Xiaobu.

Lao Zhou asked in surprise; "Oh? How can you mention small steps? When did he become so famous? ”

Bu Ru himself is also very strange, he has just studied for a year, and he has been in this circle for less than half a year, how can there be book friends he doesn't know talking about himself?