Qingchuan promotion rules in the backyard

Chapter 1176 Isn't it as good as two jars of sweet-scented osmanthus wine?

Although it is hot, the leisurely and carefree days pass quickly.In a blink of an eye, the autumn rain brought coolness, and I realized that summer was coming to an end.

"I didn't expect it to pass so quickly when it was hot every day." Mao Tongtong looked at the rain outside and sighed.

This is a place with more rain than the capital.They have lived here for two months, and it seems that it will rain every two days.

"Do you miss the capital?" Ba Ye asked softly while hugging her from behind.

"Think." Mao Tongtong did not hesitate at all.

When she was in the capital before, she always wanted to come out, and always thought about how exciting the outside world was.But after all, the capital is the place where she lived in the Qing Dynasty for the longest time.Baye Mansion is her current home.Even if the people you love the most are by your side, you still miss them.

"Then let's go back when the weather gets cooler?" Eighth Master asked again.

Autumn has just entered, except for the cool morning and evening, the rest of the time is still hot.After another ten days and half a month, the weather will completely cool down.

This time Mao Tongtong's answer was not so fast.She thought for a while and said, "Master, let's go after the Mid-Autumn Festival."

Although there is still Mao Chengyun who she cares about in the capital.But there are still more opportunities to meet Mao Chengyun than Mao Mingxuan.After so many years, she and Mao Mingxuan spent the Mid-Autumn Festival together, which can be counted on one hand.Since they all came to Mao Mingxuan's territory this time, it would be unreasonable not to spend the Mid-Autumn Festival together.

"Okay, I will listen to Tongtong." Eighth Master smiled slightly.

Anyway, he is alone now, with his wife and children by his side, so he has nothing to worry about.

"The weather is cool now, so we can take advantage of this time to play again. Don't you still want to go to Qingcheng Mountain? It was too hot before." Mao Tongtong said.

"Well. Let's go, I guess we won't come again in a short time, so let's go a few more places." Eighth Master nodded.

If I come out to play again next year, I probably won't take the southwest route.He actually wanted to take Mao Tongtong back to Shengjing, to see the old place where the Manchus lived before they entered the customs.

After finishing playing the remaining places, the time will be approaching the Mid-Autumn Festival.

Mao Tongtong did not go to the governor's mansion, but asked Mao Mingxuan and Zhao Furong to bring their children to the house she is renting now.

"Brother, Fu Rong, it's rare for us to spend the Mid-Autumn Festival together, so we won't go to your official residence." Mao Tongtong laughed.

"Brother, don't you always listen to your arrangements." Mao Mingxuan smiled dotingly.

"It was hot before, and you didn't come here to play a few times. Later, it got colder, and we always ran outside. Speaking of which, I have to thank my brother. This house is really nice. I have lived here for three months, just like the host. Same, very comfortable." Mao Tongtong held up a glass of sweet-scented osmanthus wine, looked at Mao Mingxuan with a smile, "Come on, big brother, I respect you!"

"Be polite with elder brother!" Mao Mingxuan smiled and drank the wine in his glass.

"The second cup is toast to Furong!" Mao Tongtong poured himself a glass of wine, looked at Zhao Furong and said, "Thank you for taking care of my eldest brother for so many years, and for our sisterhood for so many years!"

"Tongtong," Zhao Furong said, her voice choked with sobs, she took a deep breath, but tears welled up in her eyes, "I'm stupid, I can't talk like you. It's rare for us to meet each other all these years, but I know, You have never forgotten me in your heart, and neither have I. I only hope that we will meet in the capital!"

"Well, I'll wait!" Mao Tongtong was also a little excited.In this time and space, Zhao Furong was the first good friend she met. Unexpectedly, the two had the fate to be a family again.Thinking about sitting together drinking tea and chatting when everyone is gray-haired, I feel hopeful in my heart!

Mao Tongtong was obviously agitated today, but Ba Ye didn't persuade her, and let her drink one cup after another.He knew how happy she was, and how sad she was.

The longer people live in this world, the more things they care about.A heart is gradually filled with various delicate feelings.There is love, family affection, friendship and so on.Life is such a little bit of fullness, and finally accompany us to the end of life.

When the moon is in the sky, the children are laughing and running in the yard, and the adults are a little bit drunk.The evening wind blows, and the air is filled with a faint fragrance of sweet-scented osmanthus.Many years later, when Mao Tongtong recalled this night, he felt it was very beautiful.

In the end, Mao Tongtong was carried back to his room by Master Ba.She was completely drunk and murmured without knowing what to say.Ba Ye leaned close to her mouth to listen, but he couldn't understand at all.What about "This sweet-scented osmanthus wine is really fragrant, and something that is not polluted is good. When I wear it back, I wonder if I can bring two jars?" What about "Oh, I can't wear it back alone. The father and the children should also bring Come on. Otherwise, I would be so boring by myself!"

"Tongtong, what are you muttering about!" Ba Ye couldn't laugh or cry, "Where do you want to go? You still take this and that!"

Mao Tongtong squinted his eyes to look at Ba Ye, smiled and muttered, "What do you know! I'm not from here!"

When Ba Ye saw that she was still answering the phone, he found it even more funny, and said, "Oh? You're not from here? Then where are you from?"

"Me! Hehe!" A smug smile appeared on the corner of Mao Tongtong's mouth, and he lowered his voice, "This, this is my big secret, you must not tell others! Especially, especially not to tell Ba Ye!"

"Well, okay, don't tell!" Eighth Master held back a smile and continued to tease her, thinking in his heart, isn't he from Yangzhou, why don't you tell Grandpa!Grandpa has slept with you for 20 years, and still doesn't know your details?

"I, yes, I am from 300 years later!" Mao Tongtong whispered.

Ba Ye paused, looking at the dazed Mao Tongtong, his chest heaved violently.He really couldn't hold back his laughter!Return the people after 300 years?This is the story book, right?
"I really drank too much today!" Ba Ye shook his head and strode into the house again.

Mao Tongtong didn't know what to mutter, and fell asleep in the arms of Ba Ye.

It didn't rain that night, and the big, round moon stayed high in the sky.After Ba Ye washed and washed Mao Tongtong, he fell asleep quickly while lying on the bed.

In the dream, he found that Mao Tongtong had suddenly disappeared when he woke up, and he had taken away the two jars of sweet-scented osmanthus wine that he hadn't finished drinking last night.

"Tong Tong, you don't mean anything! You agreed to take Master and the children with you! Why did you only bring wine?" Master Ba was so angry that he jumped in his dream!

Both of them woke up late the next day.It was already sunny outside, and the two of them woke up.

Looking at each other, Ba Ye suddenly said aggrievedly: "Tongtong, can't the master and the child compare to two jars of sweet-scented osmanthus wine?"

"Ah?" Mao Tongtong, who had just woken up, was dumbfounded by the question of the eighth master. What is it all about?

(End of this chapter)