Mr. Zhuang gave them a lot of homework, and Man Bao had the most homework, because Bai Shan and Bai Erlang still had homework assigned by school, but she did not have any.

Manbao was a little dissatisfied with this, and argued with his husband: "Sir, although I don't have any homework assigned by the school, I still have to study the pulse case."

Mr. Zhuang raised his eyelids and glanced at her and said, "Then you get up earlier and go to bed later. Your classes are already slowed down. If you don't do your homework, you will be overtaken by Erlang."

Man Bao turned to look at Bai Erlang, and Bai Erlang also turned to look over, and he smiled proudly at her.

Man Bao then turned back to Mr. Zhuang and said, "Sir, I think you are right."

Bai Erlang:......

Bai Shan suppressed his laughter, opened his textbook and started thinking about his homework.

The Mid-Autumn Festival holiday in the capital was longer than when they were in Yizhou. I don't know if it was because the officials in the capital had to attend palace banquets or something, but anyway, the Imperial College had a five-day holiday.

Starting tomorrow on the 14th, the streets will become lively. Shops will start to move lanterns out, sell food outside, and there will be more people playing.

It's a pity that Bai Shan and the others couldn't even leave the house, so they all stayed at home and did their homework.

Mr. Zhuang said that he would take them to a poetry gathering on the Mid-Autumn Festival.

Of course, unlike in Yizhou City, in the capital city, they were not qualified to sit in the poetry gathering. At most, they could only watch and participate.

Mr. Zhuang had never thought of taking them to participate in these events before. After all, they wanted to keep a low profile, right?

But now there is no need to be invisible, so just do whatever you want. As for whether you can become famous or not, it all depends on the abilities of the children.

Mr. Zhuang is still very confident about Bai Shan and Man Bao. After all, he has taught so many students and met so many people. He has only seen a few people as smart as them.

Except for the two of them who are still young, everyone else is famous.

The poetry club was also divided into many levels, and the level that Mr. Zhuang could participate in was not too high. The next day, he dressed up his three disciples and led them out.

There was a poetry meeting that was held in a place called Mohui Garden. Inside was a garden with three entrances, all open to the public. The literati who entered could stroll around and finally return to the atrium to compose poems.

Of course, you need a post to enter.

I don’t know where Mr. Zhuang got two posts and led all three of their disciples in.

Man Bao followed Mr. Zhuang closely, raised his head and glanced at the plaque before stepping in. After the servant who led them left, he curiously asked, "Sir, why is it called Mo Huiyuan?"

This name always sounds weird, especially when holding cultural gatherings.

Bai Shan and Bai Erlang also felt strange, so they both raised their heads and looked at Mr.

Mr. Zhuang: ...How does he know why?

Are you still going to get to the bottom of the name given by your master?

Mr. Zhuang could only say: "The owner of this garden is named Mo. This garden has been rented to people for banquets, literary gatherings and poetry gatherings all year round. It is always called this name."

Man Bao was curious: "Who holds a banquet in their own home instead of renting a garden?"

"For many families," Mr. Zhuang said, "the land in the capital is expensive, and the houses are not cheap. Many families only have enough houses to live in. When they want to hold banquets at home, they can't make room for them, so they have to rent them out."

Bai Shan was puzzled: "There are only a few literary and poetry festivals held in a year, so if it can't be rented out, wouldn't it be empty and it wouldn't be a loss?"

"No, there are many gardens inside and outside the capital that are specially built and rented out like this," Mr. Zhuang said: "Some fourth- and fifth-rank officials, and even third-rank officials, only go in and out at home.

If a big family lives together, if it’s just a small banquet, where can we arrange a table with more than ten guests at a time? And there’s not even a view to see, it’s too shabby, so some people rent out gardens.”

"Think about it, how many officials and Chinese-owned families are there in Beijing? One is celebrating his birthday today, and the other is celebrating his birthday tomorrow. Poetry gatherings, literary gatherings, and flower appreciation banquets are all taking turns to rent. This garden will be empty for a few days.

It’s on.”

Man Bao asked curiously: "Is it very profitable?"

Mr. Zhuang smiled and said: "I don't know about this. This garden not only costs money to build, but also the decorations, flowers, trees, and maintenance. Compared to money, I think the owner wants more money."

What I care about are the people who come here for the banquet."

That is, connections.

Bai Shan and Man Bao nodded. Bai Erlang sniffed and said, "Sir, I smell a very sweet smell."

Mr. Zhuang: "...This is the aroma wafting from the kitchen."

Man Bao also sniffed and whispered happily: "I can smell it, it's the smell of moon dumplings. I heard that the moon dumplings in Beijing are also delicious."

Bai Shan: "It's the Mid-Autumn Festival after all, so mooncakes are a must."

Mr. Zhuang nodded.

The four masters and disciples went to the atrium, and when they entered, they saw a lot of people standing in twos and threes in the atrium courtyard. They were either admiring flowers or talking, and it was very lively.

"Bai Shan?"

Bai Shan turned around following the sound and saw several classmates of Peng Zhiru standing together. He smiled slightly, stepped forward and saluted: "It's you, are you all here to participate in the poetry meeting?"

Peng Zhiru smiled and said, "Yes, I just met you when I came in. I didn't expect you to come too."

Several people looked at Mr. Zhuang and Man Bao who were standing aside.

It was the first time for Mr. Zhuang to meet him, but they all knew that Bai Shan had a teacher who he had followed since childhood, so they guessed his identity.

As for Man Bao, they are quite familiar with each other, but they haven't officially met each other yet.

Bai Shan took the opportunity to introduce them. After everyone got to know each other, Peng Zhiru said with a smile: "It's more lively over there. The owner of the garden bought a pot of particularly rare black chrysanthemums from somewhere. Now most of them are in bloom. Everyone is there.

It’s flower viewing, do you want to go over and have a look?”

Bai Shan: "Mo Ju?"

He turned to look at Man Bao.

Mr. Zhuang and Bai Erlang also looked at Man Bao.

Man Bao opened his mouth slightly and asked in surprise: "Black chrysanthemum?"

Peng Zhiru paused for a moment and then smiled and said: "It's not black, it's ink. Well, it's not that black."

The four masters and apprentices were particularly curious and went to take a look, because among the flowers Man Bao once brought to his house was a pot of ink chrysanthemums, but they could no longer be sold.

But they seem to remember that she was sold to a relative of King Yizhou, right?

When they arrived at the place, the four masters and apprentices carefully avoided people and squeezed to the front. As soon as they saw the flower pot, the leaves, and the colors, Mr. Zhuang, Bai Shan and Bai Erlang all turned their heads to look at Man Bao.

Man Bao blinked and stared at it carefully for a long time to confirm that she was really not dazzled, this was really the flower that had been in her hands before.
Chapter completed!