"My son is making trouble all day long. If you persuade him for me in the future, I am very worried that he will go on a evil path." Mrs. Zhang said softly. Thinking of her son's mischievous affair in Chengdu and she refused to go home even in the New Year and the Chinese New Year Festival, she couldn't help but be frowning and was depressed.

Li Qing was in a daze and a little absent-minded. The fragrance on Mrs. Zhang's body was as fresh as a sweet and as light as orchid. When walking beside her, she felt a sense of relaxation and adaptability, so Li Qing was unaware of her low voice.

"Young Master Li!" Mrs. Zhang was slightly surprised and turned around and stared at him: "Young Master Li is listening to me?"

Li Qing was shocked and replied in a low voice: "I am a low-level person, I'm afraid I can't persuade him!"

"Identity?" Mrs. Zhang shook her head and said, "The identities of his two uncles are very high. They are indispensable every year. When did he hear them? My son has been naughty since he was a child and never listened to others' advice. That day he valued you so much. This is the first time I saw you, so I want you to stay. Do you really think I am trying to drive away some evil spirits?"

Li Qing was surprised: "Madam, do you also know that the young master is pretending?"

Mrs. Zhang smiled bitterly and said, "He is my son. How could I not know what he is thinking? I am just afraid that the master will force him to study again, so I cooperate with his fraud. He has been married for two years and the shadow of his offspring is gone. If he suffers from studying, what should I do?"

Li Qing sneered in his heart: "That's because he planted all the seeds on others, it would be strange if his wife could lay eggs." Although he thought so, he smiled and said, "I advised him to achieve fame and gain an official position, and maybe he can go on the right path."

Mrs. Zhang said silent for a long time, and finally sighed: "He can't even recite the Analects of Confucius. What kind of fame and fortune is he? Besides, fame and status are all empty. I only hope that he will be healthy and live his life safely. Even if I die, I can still keep my eyes open." Mrs. Zhang thought that her son was twenty-five years old and she was still alive. What if she died, what if she was alone? She felt even more sad. Finally, she couldn't help but burst into tears and shed Luo Pa.

Seeing that her true feelings were revealed, Li Qing also remembered his mother. She fell into a cliff and had a life or death unknown. How could her mother be heartbroken? She thought for a long time. She slowed down without realizing her pace. Finally, she stood there and stared at Mrs. Zhang, but her eyes were fascinated.

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The next day was the Shangyuan Festival. At night, the lanterns in the Zhang Mansion were lit, and the colors were as bright as daytime. According to the rules of the Zhang Mansion, a flowing water banquet was held on the Shangyuan night. The lanterns could be watched until the fourth update, and the door of the mansion was not closed all night. As soon as the sky was getting dark, Zhang Cai dragged Li Qing out of the room: "It's only one year, if you don't go and look for it, will this fun fall from the sky?"

"Who said I won't go out. After dinner, I'll go out to the streets. Brother Xiaocai wants to go with me?"

"That's why I came to you, and you almost misled a good thing!" Zhang Cai smiled strangely, as if the good thing was like the Lantern on the Lantern Festival. It was gone at dawn. He ignored Li Qing's questioning and pulled him to the front yard. There were more than a dozen large tables in the yard. There were no exquisite plates on the table, a thick porcelain bowl, the one-foot-long braised carp, five-pound spicy oil elbows, steamed meatballs in the past few summers, and the newly brewed osmanthus wine had been slapped with sealing mud. The meat mountain and wine sea were filled with the table. When Zhang Cai pulled Li Qing to arrive, the yard was already full of people. More than 100 servants from the Zhang Mansion gathered together to surround the table. Before the owner announced the start, there were chopsticks on the table, and only a skeleton was left on the table.

"I told you to come out earlier!" Zhang Cai couldn't help but complain. After finally finding a blank space, he inserted it in like two bamboo poles. Li Qing smiled, but turned around and looked up the steps. There was another small table, which was also full of wine and food. Zhang Yuanwai's family was sitting there, and there was an empty seat next to it. It was probably Zhang Qiu's seat. His eyes swept over, but he met Mrs. Zhang's eyes. After a deep conversation last night, he narrowed the distance between the two. Mrs. Zhang nodded to him and smiled gently, which made Li Qing's heart feel warm. At that moment, he drank two bowls of osmanthus wine, punched the people, and gradually merged into the noisy and lively urban Tang Dynasty.

Just as he was drinking, Li Qing was turned around by Zhang Cai's arm, and he smiled softly and said, "This is the most passionate woman in the house that seems to be interested in you, the one wearing a red coat. Do you want me to bring you a thread?"

Li Qing knew that he was talking about lotus flowers. From the beginning of her meal, her eyes kept sweeping towards her. She just pretended not to see it. She picked up the wine bowl and smiled and said, "I haven't even seen the young master, how could I know her? I think you are confused by drinking wine! Haha! I think she is looking at you. You kid will have good luck in love tonight."

'Swish!' Zhang Cai sneered, and said slightly, "How can I like the woman who is playing tricks on the young master?" Although he was mean, his eyes quietly glanced at Hehua, and he thought to himself: "Is she really looking at herself?"

Suddenly, the meal became excited, and everyone looked eagerly, and even the autumn waves of lotus turned around. Li Qing followed everyone's eyes. At some point, the banquet on the steps had been removed, and the female family returned to the room, leaving only Mr. Zhang sitting there. The table and the ground was filled with red cloth bags, and a piece of white paper was stuck on each cloth bag.

"The master is going to pay the reward!" Zhang Cai shouted excitedly. Only then did Li Qing realize that this was the good thing he was talking about.

"Isn't this the year-end bonus?" He was also secretly happy. He was short of money and didn't know how much money he could get? I hope he wouldn't have to get only two thin pieces like he did in his previous life.

"Zhang Fu!" The first person called the housekeeper. Zhang Fu responded loudly, ran forward, took the red bag handed by the master with both hands, Zhang Manwai patted him on the shoulder, and whispered a few words of encouragement. It was nothing more than doing it well this year. He had been talking for decades and had been familiar with it, but this year was extraordinary in Zhang Fu's ears. He actually started to cry in a low voice. Zhang Manwai comforted him a few more words before he sent him down.

"Zhang Lu!"

"Here!" The second housekeeper stepped forward quickly, glanced at Zhang Fu's back at the corner of his eyes, sneered in his heart, then changed into his usual smile, and took the bag from the master's hand respectfully.

Later, he was too lazy to say the words of encouragement. Mr. Zhang just recited his name and asked his family to search for a bag in the pile of money. Suddenly, his eyes were stunned. The last one was written by Li Qing.

"He, isn't he the little Taoist priest? He has only been here for a few days, so how could there be a New Year's Eve?" He pronounced the name himself, but the money was sealed by his wife. "Did she get it wrong? No!" Zhang Yuanwai immediately denied his doubts. Except for his son's affairs, the wife was really smart in other things. He was rumbling in his heart, but he accidentally swept the money out of the corner of his eyes.

"Sanguan!" Zhang Yuanwai's pupils suddenly dilated, and he couldn't believe his eyes. The housekeeper was only two or five, how could he have three or three?

"Forget it! Forget it, even if you fight tonight, you must ask her about this matter."

But now, the people in the yard are looking at the last thick red bag.

"Li Qing-" Mr. Zhang gritted his teeth and finally called out with great reluctance.

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"I have only been here for a few days, and there are more than everyone else." Li Qing held up the heavy bag and silently felt a trace of warmth hidden inside.

The people in the yard were gradually exposed, so Zhang Cai patted Li Qing on his shoulder and said sourly: "What are you still stunned? It's time to leave!"

"Where do you go?" Li Qing looked at him with a yearning look on his face, and became confused.

"Of course, go out to the street for fun. Can't you still want to go back to sleep?" Zhang Caixiang thought of something, looked around and saw no sign of the lotus, and then he felt relieved.

Although it has been nearly an update, the streets are crowded, which is a little more lively than the day. Although Yilong is a small county, the day of the whole world is celebrated, which best shows the prosperous Qingming Festival under the emperor's rule. Therefore, no matter how frugal the county magistrate is, he has to squeeze out a few pens and pay for the people to enjoy. In addition, merchants also have to build some lanterns to suit the situation. After earning a year, it is a reward for old customers.

The two of them went onto the farewell bridge, but they saw colorful flowers under the bridge, as if it was daylight. Groups of children ran past them with lanterns. Each lantern was filled with people watching. As the saying goes:

Don’t urge the jade leaking copper pot, and the iron gate gold lock opens all night;

Who can sit idle when you see the moon in your house? Where can you hear the lights and don’t look at it?

But more people look at people and don’t look at the lights. It’s rare for a few village girls to come out to watch the lights together, but they become the targets of some boring teenagers who are chasing them. They boldly approached and said a few love words, which made them laugh. The blushing stomped their feet and jogged away in a few steps. The laughter behind them became louder, mixed with a little smugness.

Zhang Cai had already slipped away on an excuse. Shang Yuanye, who had money and was in a good mood, felt itchy in his heart, so he naturally went to Cuihualou to find his girlfriend.

Li Qing walked down the bridge. The street in front was where small vendors gathered. It was the most lively. It was the most lively. It was the one who sold lights, the one who made faces, and the one who set up a stall to sell small guns and swords. In just a short while, Li Qing had already picked two lanterns in his hand.

"Fortune telling! One ten cents a day, no money is allowed!" A crisp and sweet voice came from the corner of the street. Li Qing suddenly remembered the boxwood comb, and felt warm in his heart. He picked up the hexagonal glass lamp and walked slowly towards the shouting.
Chapter completed!