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Chapter 1018: Mid-Autumn Festival

author:Dandan micro story

The four of them converged, walked along the flow of people, walked for a while, and finally could admire the flower lanterns hanging on both sides and the various light cars slowly rotating on the side of the road.

This is a more prosperous capital than Yizhou City, not only Bai Shan's three young people, but also Bai Dalang are attracted to these hilarities.

Acrobatics, flower lanterns, all kinds of rare toys and gameplay that have never been seen before, many of which are first-time to see.

I thought that I wouldn't see many things on this street alone, but who knew that just by visiting this street, they would have spent more than an hour.

When they finally turned back again, they all had several flower lanterns in their hands, all of which they had won by guessing puzzles, and only Bai Dalang really liked a palace lamp, so he couldn't bear to spend money to buy it.

In this regard, Man Bao, Bai Shan and Bai Erlang are very despised in their hearts, and this flower lantern cannot be left until next year, that is, to see a fresh.

If you win and take it home and hang it for two days, you will have to throw it away, and it is not cost-effective to spend so much money to buy a lamp.

Man Bao did not realize that his concept of spending money was getting closer and closer to Lao Zhoutou, and Bai Shan and Bai Erlang did not realize that their concepts were almost the same as those of Man Bao.

The only sober estimate is Daji, but what can he say?

He actually thought that such a thought was not bad.

The masters save some money, better than spending money indiscriminately, right?

A group of people returned home carrying a bunch of flower lanterns, and each found a good place to hang their lanterns under the eaves.

Bai Shan and Man Bao have the most flower lanterns, these two do not know what is wrong, they like to guess puzzles, along the way also sent a lot of people, they can be brought home by them are basically the flower lanterns they feel like.

At this time, he hung his own eaves, and Man Bao ran to the yard, found a branch, and after comparing it for a while, he felt that the position was not bad, so he asked the tallest Daji to help hang it.

Of course, Daji couldn't hang up, so he found a high stool to hang on.

When Bai Shan saw it, he also found a good position around the tree, and Bai Ji lang looked at his only three flower lamps, reached out and took them from the eaves, and asked Daji to hang them for him.

Chapter 1018: Mid-Autumn Festival

Bai Dalang: ...

He looked left and right, and then looked down at the palace lamp in his hand, and he didn't want to hang it on the tree like this, so he waved his hand and turned away.

He still went back to his own courtyard, and for some reason he couldn't help but be overwhelmed when he saw the three of them.

Mr. Zhuang stood smiling and squinting under the porch to watch them fool around, and when they finished hanging up the lanterns, this stopped the hilarity: "The time is not early, although it means that you don't need to go to school, but don't sleep too late." ”

The three of them should go down, and after performing the salute, they went to wash up and go to sleep.

Because they slept late, played crazy, and experienced so much, the three children got up late in unison.

Man Bao didn't wake up from the dream until Zhou Lijun pushed the door in, and she rubbed her eyes and looked at the window, which was closed, but the sunlight couldn't be closed.

Zhou Lijun heard the movement across the screen and said, "Little sister, you haven't gotten up yet?" ”

Man Bao stretched out his loins and asked, "You didn't come back last night, did you live in the shop?" ”

"Yes, there were a lot of people last night," Zhou Lijun was very happy, while yawning while twittering: "You don't know, the outer city is so lively, people are crowded with people, one day before dark came to the store to pack a table for a family to eat a reunion dinner, there are also sitting on the second floor after dark while admiring the lights while eating and drinking, and there are more to half hungry to come in to eat, we have prepared a lot of ingredients in advance, because we are afraid of the festival a lot of things to increase in price, we can save the vegetables we have prepared a little more, Who knew it was all used up last night. ”

Man Bao put on his clothes and came out and asked, "Must be very tired, right?" ”

"If I could make money, I wouldn't mind being so tired every day."

"What time is it?"

"It's almost noon."

Chapter 1018: Mid-Autumn Festival

Man Bao exclaimed, "I slept so late? ”

Zhou Lijun smiled and asked, "Little sister, don't you feel your stomach screaming?" ”

Man Bao touched his stomach and quieted down, listened carefully and shook his head, "I'm not calling." ”

She turned to ask, "How did you come back at this time, isn't noon the busiest time?" ”

"The sixth uncle ran out of ingredients, sold a breakfast in the morning, the fifth uncle saw that we were busy all night and were very tired, at this time there were not so many people on the street, so he said that at noon this meal did not have to be sold, to the evening food, he will go out to buy ingredients." Zhou Lijun said, "If I hadn't thought about sorting out the accounts from yesterday and this morning, I would have come back a long time ago." ”

Man Bao saw her yawning, and her eyes were a little blue, so he waved his hand: "Then you go to sleep, I get up, the house is quiet, you sleep well." ”

Zhou Lijun nodded, but in fact, he didn't care that his sister-in-law was here, because she was so sleepy that she fell asleep as soon as she lay on the bed.

Man Bao lightly changed his clothes and went out to wash, and Bai Shan only got up.

After the two of them washed up, Aunt Rong gave them a bowl of hot porridge and said, "Let's eat a cushion on the stomach first, and then I will have lunch soon." ”

The two nodded, did not go to the table to eat, simply sat on the steps with a bowl, while gently scraping the porridge to eat, while letting the Mid-Autumn Sun sprinkle on their legs.

The two of them felt sleepy again.

After eating the porridge slowly, they didn't bother to move, so they sat comfortably on the steps in a daze, and no one spoke.

Not far away, Bai Ji Lang in the house came out with his stomach covered, smelled the fragrance wafting in the air, and then looked at the empty bowl they were holding in their hands, so he stammered and asked, "Why don't you call me when you eat breakfast?" ”

Man Bao thought about belonging, and looked at Bai Ji Lang for a moment, "I thought you would like to sleep more." ”

Bai Shan nodded, "After all, we want to sleep again at this time, and we think you are the same." ”

Shirajiro: "..."

Chapter 1018: Mid-Autumn Festival

Man Bao saw him staring at them wordlessly, and said, "It's almost lunchtime, do you want to eat something or don't you want to wash up?" ”

Bai Shan said, "Just now when we were washing, My husband took the book and went to the garden to see it, saying that he was not bothered by the eyes, you did not wash again, and after a while Mr. Li came back, and when he saw you washing, he might be annoyed again." ”

Man Bao: "Mr. Careful punishes you for copying books." ”

Bai Ji Lang turned around and went back to the house to get the basin, although he did not want to accept their threats, but he was really afraid, because he still had a half of the Book of Rites to finish.

Bai Ji Lang sighed heavily.

When he washed up, Aunt Rong also brought him a bowl of porridge.

Bai Er simply sat next to them with the porridge and said while eating: "I still want to copy the Book of Rites, the homework assigned in the school, Man Bao, can you help me?" ”

"Sir knows that he will be punished."

"You don't say, I don't say, Bai Shan doesn't say, who knows?"

Man Bao and Bai Shan turned their heads in unison to look at Daji, who was standing by the side basking in the sun.

Daji met their gaze and silently turned his back to them.

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