(Thanks to the book friend for tipping in the summer of 1888!)

When Zhang Xuan returned home, it was already a moment, and this meal was eaten for an hour.

"Bao'er, what are you doing here?" As soon as he entered the door, Zhang Xuan found a yard of tissue paper, bamboo strips, and paste.

"Ah, young master, you're back! Bao'er is making lanterns!" Bao'er said happily as she weaved the bamboo strips.

"Make lanterns, there are so many outside, can't you just buy them back!" Zhang Xuan replied.

"Xuan'er, you're back. Mother Zhang and Mother Zhao turned out of the front hall with a basin of water, "These moon cakes and lanterns are all used for blessings, and you have to make them yourself to show sincerity." Xuan'er, you came back just in time, and when these lanterns are ready, I still need you to inscribe them!"

"Mother, stepmother!" Zhang Xuan shouted and took the basin in his mother's hand.

"Yes, young master, you see, this is a lotus lantern made by Bao'er, it's beautiful! When it is put in the river the night after tomorrow, it will definitely be selected by Hebo and blessed us!" The little girl came over with a beautiful lotus lantern to offer the treasure.

This lotus lantern is made of tissue paper, the inside is white, and the outside gradually brings some pink from the bottom, and the outermost circle of petals is completely pink, leaving a base in the middle, which should be used for candles. It's beautiful indeed!

"Well, it's as beautiful as our family treasure!" Zhang Xuan took it in his hand and looked at it for a while, and praised it sincerely.

"Hehe!" Hearing the young master's praise, the little girl's eyes narrowed into a slit, and she had already forgotten all about being played by her young master in the morning.

"Young Master, the Wei Mansion sent an invitation, saying that it was to invite you to participate in the Mid-Autumn Festival Poetry Meeting, Young Master!" At this time, Uncle Zhong took a gilded invitation and handed it to Zhang Xuandao, his face was full of excitement and pride.

"The invitation to the Mid-Autumn Festival Poetry Club?" Zhang Xuan's face was full of surprise.

"Isn't it only the county family that can receive invitations?"

Zhang Xuan took the invitation and opened it with surprise, only to see that it read:

Zhang Xuan, the minister of Wei County:

In order to celebrate the Mid-Autumn Festival, the Wei Mansion will hold a moon-watching poetry meeting at 19:30 on the night of the Mid-Autumn Festival

Respectfully

To

Wei County Wei Mansion invites

August 13 of the fifteenth year of Tiande

"This ......" Looking at this invitation, Zhang Xuan was embarrassed for a while.

Originally, Zhang Xuan just wanted to spend time with his mother's family at home, and he didn't plan to join in the excitement, but now that the invitations have been sent, it's not good not to go.

Just like a person may not remember how good others are to him, but he will definitely remember who is bad to him! If he receives an invitation but does not go, he will lose the face of the Wei Mansion, and maybe the Wei Mansion will not care about himself, but his subordinates and disciples will remember him, and his first impression of himself will be bad, and his future career will inevitably be hindered!

"Xuan'er, it's really an invitation from the Wei Mansion, let Weiniang take a look!" Zhang's mother said excitedly.

Zhang Xuan handed over the invitation as he said, and said in his heart: "Mother seems to care about this invitation very much!"

Zhang's mother took the invitation, checked it with Zhao's mother, and saw that her son's name was indeed written on it, Li was happy for a while, and said: "My son is really good, this Weifu poetry club is also heard by the neighbors, I heard that the entire Yangzhou Junjie has been attracted over, and the quota is very difficult to find, I didn't expect my son to get a copy!"

"Of course, Bao'er's young master is the most powerful, and he will be a big official in the future!" the little girl said arrogantly, making the family smile.

Zhang Xuan smiled bitterly, now, Zhang Xuan finally understood what kind of mystery Wang Fat Man had made when he separated, and the two of them must have known that they would receive an invitation early on.

"What, Xuan'er, do you have any difficulties?" Zhang's mother was careful, found her son's abnormality, and hurriedly asked.

Facing four pairs of eyes, Zhang Xuan still decided to tell the truth: "This ...... The boy isn't going to go!"

Hearing Zhang Xuan's words, Li's face immediately changed, and the other three were also full of incredulity, looking the same as their grandson Chu and Wang Fatzi!

"Xuan'er, do you want to be an unfilial and unrighteous person?" Zhang Mu was obviously angry and scolded sharply.

"Mother, don't be angry, during the Mid-Autumn Festival, the child just wants to accompany you more at home!" Seeing that his mother was really angry, Zhang Xuan panicked and hurriedly stroked Zhang's mother's back.

Looking at his son with a concerned and nervous face, Li's tone also became softer: "Xuan'er, there is a Mid-Autumn Festival every year, but such a rare opportunity is a good time to increase fame, make friends, and lay a foundation for the future of joining the taxi, because my mother doesn't want you to miss it." Moreover, the Wei Mansion is kind to our family, and now people look up to us and send us invitations, but my son should not be absent!"

Although the Zhang family is a small family, they have been scholars for generations, and the Li family has been nurtured, so they naturally understand the importance of fame and interpersonal relationships for a scholar. It can be said that if you are famous enough, in the imperial examination, as long as you are not too bad, you will definitely be able to go to high school.

"It seems that I still underestimate the importance that ancient people attached to fame and kindness!" Zhang Xuan smiled bitterly in his heart, but he had to promise his mother: "Yes, the child just goes, don't be angry!"

Hearing this, Li Shi smiled again!

......

Two days passed quickly, and Zhang Xuan's first Mid-Autumn Festival in this world still came as scheduled.

The day is still as usual, and even busier, all for the celebration of the evening!

Mid-Autumn Festival, half of autumn, also known as Mid-autumn, at this time, is also the time when various crops and fruits are ripe, so as long as it is not a year of famine, it is a poor person in the alley, and he will also relieve the agricultural market wine, reluctantly welcome the joy, and refuse to waste it.

As for those high-ranking families, the princes and grandsons of the kings, they all climb the dangerous building, play the moon in Linxuan, or open the wide pavilion, list the tortoise feasts, sonorous the piano, drink wine and sing, and enjoy the joy of the night.

And a well-off family like Zhang Xuan also climbs a small platform, arranges family banquets, and gathers children to reward the festival.

Moreover, Zhang Xuan found that many myths and legends in this world are very similar to the earth, such as the moon god Chang'e, Jade Rabbit, Laurel, Gong Toad, etc., all have legends!

At the time, after eating breakfast and dinner, Bao'er couldn't wait to pull Zhang Xuan and Uncle Zhong to the backyard under a laurel tree and start fiddling!

Pull the thread, pull it tight, and then hang up the red lantern made two days ago, on which are some words of blessing written by Zhang Xuan!

Maybe it was the influence of the little girl, or maybe it was the nature of this sixteen-year-old body, Zhang Xuan followed the little girl up and down, decorating the laurel tree and the courtyard, and having fun. Uncle Zhong below was busy sweating, shouting from time to time, "Young Master, be careful!" and "Bao'er, be careful!" and the like.

Zhang Xuan and the little girl are more energetic, comparing who hangs the lantern high, whose speed is fast, under Zhang Xuan's intentional concession, the little girl won the victory, happily standing on the high stool and laughing, the swaying little figure, so shocked that Uncle Zhong opened his arms, ready to answer at any time!

Not far away, Mother Zhang and Mother Zhao sat at the round table with fruits, looking at all this with happy faces!

Smelling the fragrance of osmanthus and listening to the laughter of the girl is also a different kind of enjoyment!

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