The bustling East Market is not a place for hawkers to make a living. They have to walk through the streets and hawk loudly to make a living.

Mr. Wu put down his burden, wiped his sweat with his sleeves, and took a short rest.

On the shelves, there are everything from rouge, gouache, dolls, candied needles, thread, and silver filaments.

Children's crying could be heard from inside the house.

When the business came, Wu Merchant immediately cheered up and sounded the rattle.

"Seller, come this way."

Two women held a child and waved.

He rummaged around on the shelves and picked up various objects to amuse his children. Children as young as three and four years old also picked at the shelves curiously.

"Would you like some candied fruits?" the woman asked, turning out a few packages. "Hey, what is this? I've never seen it before."

"There is something written on it, what is it written on?" Another woman also came over and asked.

Wu Merchant looked at it, astonished.

This is the tribute I got from Xuanmiao Temple yesterday.

what do you say that is?

Mid-Autumn Festival, reunion...

"Moon cakes." He said, "This is a tribute from Xuanmiao Temple. The fairy there said that during the Mid-Autumn Festival, eating this cake means reunion. Look, it is round, like the moon."

Before the woman could take a closer look at it, the child next to her grabbed it and tore the oil paper apart.

"There are flowers, there are flowers." The child looked at the mooncakes in his hands and shouted, opening his mouth to bite them.

"Oh my, can you eat it?" the woman exclaimed, but it was still too late. After taking a bite, she could not return it to others, so she had to pay reluctantly, "How much does this cost?"

"Madam, if you only want this, I don't need any money. This is just for the joy of the temple. How can I accept the money? Let's share the blessings." Wu shopkeeper said with a smile.

The two women were very happy when they said this. They picked a few more lines and paid before giving up.

These women love to take advantage of small things. With a little pride, Mr. Wu dared to walk away, shaking his rattle and shouting. He met a chubby old man wandering over, and a child from a distance shouted when he saw it.

"grandfather."

The fat man quickened his pace and picked up the child who was running over. The child held a mooncake in his hand and rubbed it against his face.

"What is this?" the old man laughed.

"It's the moon." The child shouted, remembering the few words he had just heard.

The old man let out a surprised sound, and the child had already raised the mooncake to his mouth.

"Yummy, yummy," he shouted.

The old man opened his mouth and took a bite, his eyes suddenly lit up.

"Huh?" he said, swallowing a few mouthfuls, feeling a little unfinished, he leaned over and took a bite again, "Not bad, not bad, not bad."

A child's cry could be heard in the alley.

"Grandpa, you ate up my moon..."

"Good boy, good boy, grandpa will buy some more for you...Seller, shopkeeper...Seller, walk slowly..."

When Cheng Silang walked into the courtyard, several girls were gathering together and chatting lively.

Cheng Silang was a little unhappy and stamped his feet, and the girls hurriedly dispersed.

"Young master came back early today." Chunlan hurriedly greeted him and took Shiro's cloak.

"A guest will be coming soon," Cheng Silang said.

Chunlan responded yes.

"Tea or wine?" she asked.

"Tea." Cheng Silang said, stepping into the house, and Chunlan followed.

"Sir," she hesitated for a moment, but couldn't help but said, "there is another girl at Xuanmiao Temple."

Cheng Silang hummed, but didn't realize what it was for a moment.

"My dear girl, the girl who replaced Banqin has also left." Chunlan said hurriedly, and couldn't stop her chatter. "It turns out that the master called her here yesterday for this reason. She was sent to Mrs. Zhang's house, saying she was doing something.

The dim sum is delicious…”

Cheng Silang was stunned for a moment, someone else was replaced again? Someone asked him to leave again?

Is it possible that this silly little girl can’t be kept, or is she too in demand?

"Young Master, the Zhang family's young master is here."

The sound outside the door interrupted their conversation.

"Sister, these snacks are not enough."

A girl in the room said, looking at a plate of snacks.

"There are a few more here." Another girl said, picking up two or three candied fruits wrapped in oil paper from the table nearby.

"Where did it come from?" The girl took it, "Hey, there are words on it."

"Are you ready?" Chunlan came in and urged, "Master Zhang is here."

The two girls did not dare to neglect, so they quickly put away the snacks and followed Chunlai towards the study.

The gentlemen chatting and joking among themselves did not need girls like them to be around. Even Chunlan, the personal maid, could only stand outside the door and wait for the call.

In the room, we talked about poetry and painting, laughed and talked about the wind, until sunset, before we left with unfinished thoughts.

"Oh, by the way, Shiro, your snacks are pretty good. Why don't I take some back to my Thirteenth Niang to eat? She loves this the most." Mr. Zhang walked to the door of the house and thought of something again.

"It's easy to talk about." Cheng Silang said with a smile, "Which one do you like?"

"It's the peach strips in the paper bag." Mr. Zhang said, pointing at it.

Cheng Silang then asked the girl to get it.

After waiting for a moment, the girls came over in panic.

"Sir, this is not from home." One replied.

Mr. Zhang was a little surprised, while Cheng Silang was a little embarrassed.

"Where did you buy it? Just go buy some more." He said.

"No, no, tell me where to buy it, I'll just go there." Mr. Zhang said with a smile.

The girls looked at each other and looked at Chunlan.

"Sister Chunlan brought it back," they said.

Chunlan was stunned for a moment.

"Oh, it's that..." She remembered something, "the snacks from Xuanmiao Temple?"

"Xuanmiao Temple?" Young Master Zhang asked repeatedly.

At the same time, many people in the city were pronouncing this name.

"Xuanmiao Guan." They read, looking at the patterns on the paper packages in their hands, and then looking at the steward in front of them, "Is this the Mid-Autumn Festival return gift specially sent by Mrs. Zhang?"

For the Taoist nun of Xuanmiao Temple, life is the same as before, but it is also different.

Because a girl left the Taiping Palace on the mountain.

"Master will live in the Taiping Palace from now on. Junior Sister and Second Senior Sister will follow and help there. Linghui, you watch the incense." A Taoist nun said to another Taoist nun, "I will make a wedding ceremony."

"Senior sister, it's okay. Don't be nervous. The two of us are enough. No one is coming anyway..." Taoist nun Linghui said.

Before he finished speaking, there were footsteps outside the mountain gate.

"Fairy aunt, fairy aunt."

Someone came in shouting.

As soon as I said that, someone came, and two Taoist nuns were busy doing plastic surgery to greet them.

"Do you make mooncakes here?" The visitor, an old man, asked.

As soon as he finished speaking, several more people came in from outside the door.

"Xiangu, are there any more Mid-Autumn Festival tributes?"

"Fairy aunt, I wonder if I can pray for blessings?"

"Xiangu, do you serve vegetarian meals and snacks here?"

A flurry of questions came flooding in. The two Taoist nuns were confused and didn't know who to listen to and who to answer.

What's going on here?

Why are so many people here?

Two people are not enough in a Taoist temple!

The Taoist temple at the foot of the mountain is bustling, but the Taiping Palace on the mountain remains the same.

The smell of the two girls doing something unknown and the chatter and laughter came from the kitchen.

A child came from the front hall and first looked into the room, but there was no one in front of the screen.

"Madam, madam." The child was a little scared and shouted hurriedly.
To be continued...