Chapter Twenty-Five: The Arrival of People

  It's the last day of double points, don't hold back if you have powder tickets. I'm not good at writing, thank you for liking it, I'm flattered.

  Seeing someone actually going to receive these fairy ladies' things, the people around couldn't help but burst into laughter.

  "Wu, don't worry about eating too much and being unable to walk on the road."

  Someone in the crowd shouted something meaningful and caused a burst of laughter.

  Several fairy maidens naturally understood the meaning of these words and couldn't help but feel embarrassed and angry, while Sun Guan remained calm and composed.

  The wicked man is gone, can his evil name last long?

  "Don't be afraid, don't be afraid." Wu Huolang said with a smile, still walking forward.

  Having taken the step forward, retreating back would be admitting defeat.

  "Whatever makes you happy." Sun Guan's expression remained unchanged, with a faint smile on his face, as he personally handed over several pieces of cake to the peddler.

  Small and round cake, with flower patterns printed on it, thick and solid, never seen before.

  Wu couldn't help but be curious.

  "Immortal maiden, what is this thing?" he asked.

  "Mid-Autumn cake." Sun Guan looked at it and smiled, "August 15th is Mid-Autumn Festival, this cake symbolizes reunion and auspiciousness."

  With the first person who dared to accept it, more and more people came to receive the gift.

  Chun Lan brought Xiao Shuai over when they arrived at Xuan Miao Temple, and it was very lively in front of the temple.

  Chun Lan looked curiously at the oil-paper package handed to her.

  "Is this jam?" she asked.

  "Yes, young lady, it's the candied fruit we offer at our Xuanmiao Temple. After Mid-Autumn Festival, we scatter blessings with them." The little boy said, making a gesture of respect.

  There can't be anything good in such a small temple, just for the sake of auspiciousness.

  Chun Lan casually tossed the wrapped paper into a small bamboo basket held by a young servant beside her.

  "Is Little Xuanmiao going in that direction?" she asked.

  "Little girl, Xiaoxuan Temple is no longer called Xiaoxuan Temple. It's called Taiping Palace now." The young boy hastily corrected her while sizing up the woman.

  Definitely not someone who goes to temples to worship...

  "Tai Ping Palace?" Chun Lan exclaimed in surprise. "What a strange name."

  "It's nothing, it's nothing, just a peaceful meaning." The little boy said hastily.

  Spring Orchid pouted and didn't bother with the little boy anymore, taking a step towards the mountain.

  "Is the little girl looking for someone?" The child asked instead, "Half Qing sister has gone out."

  Spring Orchid stopped in her tracks and turned around to look at her.

  "You're leaving so early? Doesn't she need to take care of that foolish... daughter-in-law?" She exclaimed in surprise.

  The little boy knocked on the door himself, and the fairy guarding the door was also surprised to see a stranger when she opened it.

  "Looking for Half Cabbage Sister." The little boy who guided the way said hastily.

  "Half-ginger sister went into the city early this morning," said Xiangu hurriedly.

  "Never mind, I'm a family member. Come and give them some food and money, or you can take it instead." Chunlan said.

  The two Taoist nuns exchanged a glance.

  "Master said, don't disturb this lady," said the older Taoist nun, carefully glancing towards the back door.

  It's very quiet in the courtyard.

  "This isn't disturbing you, it's just a visitor from your wife's family, I should say something anyway." said the little boy.

  She said as she knocked on the door.

  "Enter."

  A woman's voice came from inside the door.

  The little boy walked in happily.

  The door was half open, and at a glance, I saw the woman sitting in front of the screen.

  She looked up and caught sight of him, and this one glance made the little boy involuntarily stop in his tracks.

  "Daughter, someone has come to your house with a delivery." she said, intentionally slowing down her pace.

  Like this. Even an idiot can understand it?

  At the same time, in Jiangzhou City, a young girl knocked on the door of Old Man Zhang's house. The doorman heard her report her name and happily opened the door.

  "Is this thing called a mooncake?" Old Master Zhang said, looking at the maid.

  "Yes. Old man, try some. We made it yesterday, and Sun Xiangu has also performed rituals for it." The maid said with a smile, "After eating it, you will definitely eat more, be healthy and happy, and everything will go as you wish."

  Old Master Zhang burst out laughing, and the old servant beside him also followed suit.

  "Hurry up, sir, you'd better eat quickly." he urged.

  Old Zhang smiled and broke off a small piece, put it in his mouth, nodded in praise.

  "Thank you for your kindness, and especially for bringing it to me." he said.

  "Yesterday, on the Mid-Autumn Festival, we made a lot of food offerings. Sun Xiangu asked us to distribute them among good people." Yatou said with a smile, as she took out more paper-wrapped snacks from the basket, "They're all made with wild fruits from the mountain and turned into honey preserves."

  Old Zhang nodded with a smile and thanked him.

  "So she bid farewell." The maid didn't say anything else and put down these things with a smile before taking her leave.

  Watching the young lady walk out of the courtyard gate, the old servant finally turned back.

  Mr. Zhang had slowly finished eating a piece of mooncake in his room.

  "Not bad, not bad." He praised again, and immediately shook his head, "What a pity, what a pity."

  The old servant did not ask what a pity, but was silent for a moment.

  Mr. Zhang looked at the food piled up on the table and found something that made him exclaim in surprise, then he reached out to pick one up.

  "Mysterious indeed..." he said, looking at the paper package in his hand.

  The old servant also took a look and found that the paper actually had three words written on it.

  Old Man Zhang smiled.

  "Wan Ping, take my name card and distribute these preserved fruits to several familiar households in the city. Let them also share in the blessings of this Mid-Autumn Festival feast." he said.

  The old servant's face was surprised, these small honeyed words were unspoken, but holding the old master's name card, this meaning is not ordinary.

  This profound view is going to make you famous.

  The old master is looking at this little maid's face and wants to promote Xuanmiao Temple.

  "Yes." He nodded in response and began gathering up these candied fruits.

  Old Master Zhang's decision, Yatou didn't know, and followed the gentle gatekeeper to pay respects again, leaving the Zhang family's door house. Just after turning over the alley, a person rushed out from the slanting path.

  "Sister." he shouted.

  The girl was startled and took a closer look, feeling somewhat familiar, but couldn't quite recall where she had seen her before.

  "Sister, I am from the Cheng family, which one are you?" the young servant asked.

  Second Master Cheng followed Second Mistress Cheng's advice and did not search for the little maid one by one in the house, but instead had a young servant wait at the Zhang family gate, and indeed waited successfully.

  "I'm just a humble servant in front of the young mistress." The maid said, and only then did she recognize that this little fellow was the one who had accompanied Master Cheng on his visit to Old Man Zhang.

  The young servant suddenly came to himself and let out an "oh" as he remembered.

  After hearing Xiao Shun's words, Cheng Er Lao Ye and Cheng Er Fu Ren in the house also realized that it was her after all, and indeed not from their own family but from outside.

  "How did she get to know Old Man Zhang?" asked Second Master Cheng.

  "It was on Mystic Mountain that they met by chance, the old man didn't like to eat, but the young lady happened to make a few small dishes that he liked to eat, so he recognized her." The little servant said.

  Snack?

  Madam Cheng II was taken aback for a moment, as if she had heard this term somewhere before.

  What a coincidence! How come everyone around that fool knows how to cook?

  "Is this girl telling the truth or lying?" asked Madame Cheng Er.

  Cheng Er Lao Ye pondered for a moment.

  "The old man is not someone who can be easily deceived, it's probably true." he said.

  "Since that's the case, it's rare for Old Master Zhang to like her craftsmanship, so let's just give her to Old Master Zhang then." said Madame Cheng.

  This idea is good, Old Master Cheng's eyes lit up and he nodded in agreement.

  "Someone come, go to Xuanmiao Temple to pick up that little girl and bring her back." he said.