"Look, the little pink face is so sweet and fragrant. How cute it is."
Shen Wenjun held his four-month-old brother in his arms, kissing, touching, squeezing, and kneading him, unable to put it down.
The Mid-Autumn Festival is approaching.
The whole family was very busy, cleaning the mansion, decorating lanterns, and preparing utensils for moon worship. There are also mooncakes for hundreds of employees.
The Mid-Autumn Festival begins on August 14th. Different from the Lantern Festival, it is less lively and more tender and sad.
There are beautiful flowers and a full moon every year, and a happy reunion is hard to ask for.
In ancient times, carriages and horses were too slow to meet across thousands of rivers and mountains. How many people looked up at the moon and sent blessings and lovesickness?
Nung, moon and new moon.
August 15th, the night of the full moon.
After having an early dinner and worshiping the moon, Song Che and Shen Wenjun took hundreds of employees to the Goulan Washe appointment.
The lanterns in the streets and alleys are dazzling to see. Young people in new clothes, carrying lanterns and gongs and drums, parade under the moonlight, singing cheerful songs. People give moon cakes to each other and share each other's joy and blessings.
There are even more people in Goulan Vasheli.
Buskers from all over the world circle an open space and show off their talents in a variety of ways, in order to win the attention of passers-by.
Washe is a complex of buildings, and Goulan is a theater. Only large theater troupes with a brand name can enter. A huge Goulan Courtyard can accommodate two to three thousand people watching at the same time.
"Brother Song, Sister Shen! I'm here!"
Gong Lingzhi jumped up to say hello so that Song Che and the others could see him.
Lingzhi changed from her usual simple dress and put on the purple dress Shen Wenjun prepared for her. She also made hair accessories and makeup. It turned out that she could be so dignified and beautiful.
"Who is this lady? I almost can't recognize her." Shen Wenjun held Lingzhi's hand and smiled.
Lingzhi chuckled: "This is also the first time for me to wear such beautiful clothes."
She then looked at the hundreds of people behind Shen Wenjun and asked in surprise: "So many people?"
She seemed a little embarrassed.
"What? There are not enough places in the hook column?" Song Che asked.
"The seats are enough," Lingzhi shook his head, "but the tickets have tripled. There are hundreds of people here, so it will cost a lot of money."
"Can tickets still be priced on the floor?" Song Che frowned.
Lingzhi sighed, "Oh, there's nothing we can do about it. The pricing is decided by Superintendent Lu. If he says it will go up, we don't dare to object."
"Who is this Supervisor Lu?"
"Superintendent Lu is called Lu Ba, and he is the manager of Wase. He is responsible for collecting rent and maintaining order. 10% of the income we earn is the protection fee given to him."
Luba?
He sounds like a bully at first glance.
"Look, it's him." Lingzhi pointed.
I saw a tall and thick man with a black face, playing with two iron eggs in his hands, followed by twenty or thirty followers, walking struttingly among the crowd, no one dared to block his way.
Every time Lu Ba passed a juggling stall, he could get dozens of pennies with just a hand. If he was given less, he would scold people, and the juggling artists could only smile and smile.
The joyful Mid-Autumn Festival has such a shady thing added to it.
"He's coming, let's go quickly." Lingzhi saw Lu Ba walking in his direction and hurriedly waved Song Che and the others to leave.
Trouble, the more you avoid him, the more you avoid it.
Sure enough, before they had taken a few steps, several men came over to stop them. Lu Ba came over with a lustful look on his face and stared at them from head to toe. His naked eyes were disgusting, but he pretended to hit them politely. Say hello:
"Master Gong, you are so beautiful."
Lingzhi forced a smile, walked around him and wanted to leave. Lu Ba stretched out his hand, pretending to stop him, but in reality he was wiping his chest. He said:
"Master Gong, don't leave in a hurry. I have to explain something to you. I just received an order from above. From now on, all tickets for Goulan Courtyard will be increased to 50 yuan."
"Fifty cents!"
Gong Lingzhi exclaimed: "It used to be only twenty cents, but now it's thirty cents. Who would be willing to buy a ticket to watch the show?"
Lu Ba pointed around and said with a smile: "Look at this huge crowd of people, are you still worried about the lack of spectators? People who can't even afford fifty coins can only watch the sideshow outside, don't you think?" "
"You've gone too far-"
"Why."
Song Che pulled Lingzhi behind him and asked Lu Ba: "Do you know who I am?"
Lu Ba looked Song Che up and down, raised his eyebrows and asked, "There are so many people in Suzhou, why should I know who you are?"
"Then do you know who he is?"
Song Che raised his hand and pointed at the young man standing not far away, who was more than eight feet tall, wearing a purple robe and a white mask.
Lu Ba glanced at the young man and sneered: "How can I recognize who he is if he doesn't even dare to show his true face?"
"Then you're going to be in big trouble tonight," Song Che said: "He is known as the 'No. 1 Bully in Suzhou', and the leader Gong behind me is his sweet little lover."
"Bully?"
"Young madman?"
"Sweet pet?"
"Little lover?"
"Hahaha... If he is the number one bully in Suzhou City, then I will be the number one bully nemesis in Suzhou City!"
Let him laugh and let him laugh, retribution will come.
He Qiu strode up to Lu Ba, pointed to the bulging money bag around his waist, and asked: "I have been observing you since before dark. There are more than thirty stalls in Washery selling performances. , there are more than 160 stalls selling goods. You charge five cents for the hawkers and ten cents for the performers. One trip is three thousand cents. One trip every half an hour. You have already paid ten cents tonight. .”
Lu Ba grabbed the money bag at his waist and stared: "From your tone, do you want to occupy the place?"
The twenty or so men behind him quickly surrounded He Qiu.
He Qiu remained calm and said lightly: "I have someone in Suzhou Mansion."
"Hey, it seems like there is no one in the government," Lu Ba said proudly: "In Suzhou Mansion, Lu Ming, the repairman and outsider, is my cousin. Every brick and tile in this Goulan tile house is... It is his sole responsibility.”
"It turned out to be him."
He Qiu smiled coldly and asked: "So, all the money you collected is to honor him?"
"What do you mean by being filial to him? The Suzhou government built the Goulan House so magnificently and luxuriously. Not only did it provide food to these vaudeville actors, but it also sent people like me to maintain order. What's the matter with collecting some money?"
Lu Ba took it as a matter of course and said: "Besides, all the money I collected is to honor the prefect. I didn't ask for a penny."
"Bastard thing!"
He Qiu finally couldn't help but shouted angrily: "All the decorations during the New Year and festivals are purchased at the government's expense. The purpose is to enjoy the prosperous festival with the people. It would be better for you to use your power to try your best to collect the people's wealth and return the wealth. Dare to throw dirty water on the prefect, which is outrageous to both humans and gods and is unforgivable!"
"No, you guys are just here to make trouble!"
Lu Ba rolled up his sleeves and was about to start a fight. He Qiu stepped forward first, grabbed his wrist, and smashed it hard into the sky, cracking the bones!
Another slap in the face slapped Lu Ba. Lu Ba flipped on the spot for two and a half weeks, then jumped and fell to the ground!
