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- In the blink of an eye, the Mid-Autumn Festival is here on August 15th. This is the most important festival of the year besides the Spring Festival.
Since the Tang and Song Dynasties, wherever the bright moon shines in the north and south of China, people from all families, regardless of gender, have climbed high to admire the moon, gather together to drink, and even play all night long until dawn.
People in Nanjing are celebrating the festival, and Beijing, which I haven¡¯t mentioned for a long time, is also celebrating the Mid-Autumn Festival
Today, all the government offices in the capital are on holiday early. All the disciples of the Science Sect went home early to celebrate the festival.
Although the master is no longer here, they are not separated. They still live in the west courtyard of the Zhao Mansion in Chunsong Hutong.
Even the popular science exhibition hall in the east courtyard still maintains the rhythm of being open on single days and closed on double days.
The brothers continued to innovate and put a lot of thought into it, and did not take advantage of the master's departure.
Later, even Li Maofang and Chen Yubi moved here, and Wang Xijue stayed here every two days, so the house was still very lively.
At this moment, Chef Wang was in the back kitchen, holding two spatulas and firing his bow left and right, very busy.
Wang Wuyang led Wang Dingjue, Yu Shenxing, Li Maofang, and Chen Yubi to look at the full-length portrait of Zhao Hao on the wall of the hall, thinking of their mentor.
I saw the elder brother twisting the incense, looking at the portrait of his mentor wearing a net scarf on his head and a black-edged Confucian robe, holding a telescope in one hand, and pressing the globe with the other, and reported with tears in his eyes:
"Master, the disciples have finished studying Chapter 5 of "Conic Sections" and Chapter 12 of "Mathematical Principles of Natural Science", Chapter 1, about the attraction of the sphere."
Li Maofang and Chen Yubi, who were standing at the end, lowered their heads in shame and whispered: "Master, not including us"
"Although the second junior brother often writes letters to teach on his behalf, without the master's sincere teachings, the world of the disciples is like without the warm sun, leaving only endless darkness."
"This includes it." Li and Chen whispered again.
¡°Then Wang Wuyang¡¯s tears rolled down his cheeks, and he choked with sobs: ¡°Today is the hundredth day since I left Master, and I miss him.¡±
"Master, we miss you." The junior brothers also had red eyes and took turns to offer incense to Zhao Hao.
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"Master, happy Mid-Autumn Festival."
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Chongming Island, inside Xisha Temple of the Sea.
The newly appointed Chongming County Magistrate Jin Xuezeng and his senior brother Yu Shensi were also kowtowing to a bust of Zhao Hao.
On the bust, Zhao Hao is holding a copy of "Mathematical Principles of Natural Science" in his hand, smiling with a wise look.
"Today is the sixty-fifth day since I left Master. I miss him." Jin Xuezeng choked up.
"Oh, oh, I miss you, master" Yu Shensi, who was sensitive, burst into tears.
The two of them have been in Chongming County for two months. Instead of feeling like they are the masters of a county, they have suffered a lot and feel that being exiled is nothing more than that.
Having suffered grievances and hardships, my yearning for Master naturally became more real.
They were looking forward to the stars and the moon every day, just waiting for Master to come see them
"Master, happy Mid-Autumn Festival, woo woo"
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On Yangcheng Lake, the disciples in Kunshan are celebrating the festival with Master.
In the painting boat specially borrowed from the Gu family, sitting on Zhao Hao's left and right hands were Hua Shuyang and Bei Peijia who came from Nanjing.
Also sitting there were Zhang Jian, Zhao Shizhen, Zhao Shixi, Xu Yuanchun, Xu Weizhi, and the thirty students who had followed from Beijing.
Xuelang also shamelessly followed him onto the boat.
Mr. Zhao was talking to two disciples who had come from afar when he suddenly sneezed in succession.
"A sneeze, a sneeze, a sneeze!"
"Hurry up and close the window, the lake breeze is too cold!"
"Don't freeze the teacher!"
"Master, cloak!"
The disciples were very attentive and wished they could find a quilt to wrap him up.
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Not far away, on the Lou River, there is another smaller boat.
Jiang Xueying, Ma Xianglan, Qiaoqiao, and her maid Xiaoyun'er are also paying homage to Zhao Hao.
Of course not, I am worshiping the moon!
In this dynasty, there is another moon worship activity during the Mid-Autumn Festival. At first, both men and women could worship. Young men wanted fame and fame, while girls wanted a happy marriage.
¡°I don¡¯t know since when, there was a saying that ¡®men do not worship the moon and women do not worship the stove¡¯. Worshiping the moon has become a privilege for girls.The Autumn Festival has also become the most anticipated day for girls.
Because on the Mid-Autumn Festival, no matter how strict the upbringing is, parents allow their daughter¡¯s family to hang out with friends, dress up, go out, visit night markets, put out lanterns, and play all night long without being scolded.
Parents are not afraid that their daughters will learn bad things, because the brats are kept at home for the Reunion Festival and are not allowed to go out
At this time, a long incense table was set up on the bow deck.
There is a "Moon God Tablet" in the direction of the moon, and there are also moon cakes, watermelons, apples, dates, plums, grapes and other sacrifices neatly arranged.
Jiang Xueying was in front, Qiaoqiao and Ma Xianglan were behind her, and Xiao Yun'er was further back, all kneeling in front of the incense table.
The three girls followed Miss Jiang in meticulously offering incense and praying devoutly to the Moon God.
Secretary Ma actually doesn¡¯t really believe this, because as the secretary of the head of a science sect, she has already seen the moon¡¯s pockmarked face with an astronomical telescope.
¡°Knowing that there is no moon palace or Chang¡¯e up there. Then who is this wish given to?
It¡¯s just that she doesn¡¯t want to be regarded as an outlier, so she still acts very seriously.
While she was twisting the incense, she secretly glanced at Jiang Xueying, who looked increasingly ice-cold and refined under the moonlight. She couldn't help but sigh in her heart, so Chang'e was here.
Secretary Ma knew what Miss Jiang made her wish without even guessing.
She even regretted a little. Why did she wake up Miss Jiang when she was in Yangzhou?
This is great, this ice-smart girl quickly figured out Zhao Hao's mind after using too much force in the early stage and knew how to get into his heart.
Jiang Xueying stopped doing things that she was not good at. She understood that what Zhao Hao needed most was something that could not be replaced by others. She was a good helper in his career.
And she was smart enough to always treat Zhao Hao with gentleness and consideration. The two had only been together for less than two months, and they had already become good friends who talked about everything.
This made Secretary Ma secretly worry about the little county boss, and he didn¡¯t know if she had seen his letter.
If she doesn¡¯t rush over and start a battle to defend the young master, the victory she almost won will be snatched away by others!
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?? Can the small county owner in Beijing not be anxious?
Li Mingyue received the letter on the Mid-Autumn Festival. Now she didn¡¯t even care about going to the palace to spend the festival with her uncle. She quickly ran to Dashamao Hutong to find Zhang Xiaojing, the ¡®best friend of the Ming Dynasty¡¯ for help.
At that time, Zhang Xiaojing was in the room, playing the piano and singing softly to the "Youhuang Beautiful Stone Picture".
"The light smoke and ancient ink are used vertically and horizontally to write half of this gentleman. There is no need to report peace, Shi Xian Xiang Fei once saw"
Then she saw the little county chief rushing in, and she was so frightened that she almost threw the lyre at Li Mingyue's head.
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