Back at Tongzhiya, he took a shower first and then had dinner. After dinner, Zhao Hao and Qiaoqiao and Sister Ma had a exercise together.

After a hundred steps, you can live to ninety-nine.

Po Tian sweats when he moves. After that, he sweats a lot again and must take a shower again.

The guards were already deeply guilty when they asked the young master to take a shower with a bucket last night. They went to park on the "One Blood" at the Guanchuan Wharf early this morning, took off the young master's shower equipment, and reassembled it in the patio.

As for why he was uneasy to go into the house, it was because the young master instructed him to act like he was ready to leave at any time and not intend to settle down. As soon as his guards decided to tie the shower head under the big papaya tree in the northwest corner of the patio.

At least they even surrounded the reed mat so that the young master would not let the chicken reveal the chicken. Zhao Hao was very satisfied with this and even gave a nice name, "Looking up at the Starry Sky Shower".

However, Qiaoqiao and Sister Ma respect Xie Bumin, who can look up at the stars and enjoy the wind in all directions. The two sisters who were sweating profusely had a pretty blushing face, and they went back to the house to wipe their bodies.

Zhao Hao was excited to ask someone to mix the water temperature in the water tank, then took off all the energy, stood under the shower head, but couldn't find the switch.

"Xiaohu, what's the situation?" asked Mr. Zhao.

"Young master, brothers, I have broken the switch and it has not been repaired yet." Huang Xiaohu, deputy chief of the escort department, said embarrassedly outside: "But it doesn't affect the use. Do you want to turn it on or off? Make the water bigger or smaller, just order it."

"Yo, voice-controlled nozzle? High-tech." Zhao Hao didn't need to blame them for such a thing, so he still smiled and said, "Open."

Soon, the shower head connected to the hollow bamboo tube twitched and then spewed out water.

"Not bad." Zhao Hao couldn't help but feel excited and said, "Stop."

The water flow soon ended abruptly, leaving only strings of water droplets.

"Make the water bigger."

Sure enough, the next moment, the water spray was much denser and anxious.

"This is really good, I don't think I can repair it." Mr. Zhao was having a lot of fun, but Huang Xiaohu shouted respectfully: "Master."

"Where is the young master inside himself?" Then Zhao Shouzheng's voice sounded.

"yes."

"Dad, what are you doing?" Zhao Hao was washing his hair with Zhuling soap bean powder. Hearing this, he asked while rubbing his head.

I suddenly felt a cool breeze blowing, but the shower door was opened.

When Zhao Hao pulled a handkerchief and wiped his face clean, he saw Mr. Zhao slipping in naked.

"Damn, what are you doing?" Zhao Hao was startled and subconsciously covered his cock.

"This child, my father has bathed you since he was a child. I'm embarrassed to grow two hairs?" Zhao Shouzheng glanced at him and said indifferently: "It's still done."

"What does it mean?" Mr. Zhao's face turned red with shame. Many guards were outside, so they could hear the words.

After holding it in for a long time, he squeezed out a few words from his throat and said, "I'm still a long time..."

"Come on, wash together." Zhao Shouzheng said and squeezed him aside.

"Is the relay not possible?" Zhao Hao said helplessly holding his sticky hair.

"Help each other and help each other." Zhao Shouzheng began to wash his hair with one hand on his own. "It's filial to be good, rub your father's back, it's inconvenient to have one hand."

"..." Zhao Hao, who has nothing to say with his filial son, is indeed the best life for an old man who acts coquettishly.

Mr. Zhao had no choice but to clean his head first, then use a bath towel to surround his vitals, then picked up a pancreas and spread it on his father's back, and then rub it with the luffa pulp.

"Oh, it's comfortable..." Mr. Zhao hangs his hand in front of his chest and supports the papaya tree with the other, closing his eyes with pleasure. "I haven't rubbed my back for half a year, and no one is as comfortable as my son."

"Aren't there Xiaoqing and Xiaohong? Let them rub it for you?" Zhao Hao said with a grunt.

"A little above, yes... I'm afraid... they rub my skin off..." Zhao Shouzheng replied tremblingly.

"That's not possible, they are professional." Mr. Zhao wanted to try his best to shirk his errands.

"Well, killing is also professional." Zhao Shouzheng said with lingering fear: "For example, Xiaoqing, she can crush walnuts with one hand."

"Why is that difficult, I can do it too." Zhao Hao said disapprovingly: "The key is to use a walnut ditch to squeeze another belly."

"I have one in my hand." But I heard Zhao Shouzheng say.

"Uh, that's quite sluggish..." Zhao Hao smacked his lips and felt a chill under his crotch.

It turned out that the bath towel was washed away by water.

"Then Xiaohong is even more powerful, she can break big stones in her chest." Mr. Zhao said again: "Go down."

"Just talk nonsense." Zhao Hao said disbelief: "He just knows how to do it, can he perform for you? Can the service staff generate income when working part-time?"

"It's not a special performance for me to show it." But Zhao Shouzheng said quietly: "It was when she was guarding the city that day, she went to the top of the city to deliver food to me. As a result, a corner of the city gate tower collapsed, and a lintel fell off, and she was directly patted on the ground. Everyone felt that it had become a meat pie. But who would have thought that after a while, they lifted up the broken stone, slapped the chest, stood up intact and said, "I'll cook for the master..."

"Puchi..." Zhao Hao was finally amused by Zhao Erye's vivid narration. "My father is becoming more and more nonsense."

"Really, if you don't believe me, please ask Xiaohu. Xiaohu..." Zhao Shouzheng raised his tone.

"Okay, okay, no matter how you say it's a big girl, please give people some face." Zhao Hao rubbed his father hard, and the pain made Master Zhao swallow his voice back.

"Oh, OK..."

"By the way, how are you going to do that?" Zhao Hao rubbed Zhao Shouzheng's armpits and said.

"You said that happened this morning? It's so itchy..." Zhao Shouzheng couldn't help but twisted his body and quickly diverted his attention: "I thought about it for a day, but I still didn't figure out what the perspective of this prefect is? What is the difference between it and the prefect?"

"Actually, the magistrate, governor, even the chief assistant, and even... When it comes to the chief assistant, they are all in charge and there is no essential difference. Although this party is big or small, no matter how big or small the ship is, people need to take the helm. What conditions should be met to be the helm?" Mr. Zhao tempted slowly.

"Then you have to know water first, so that the ship can't be drowned if it sinks, and you can save two people..." Mr. Zhao replied after thinking seriously.

"It's right to be prepared for danger in times of peace." Zhao Hao twitched his lips, "But can we think of something auspicious?"

"Okay..." Zhao Shouzheng had to think more seriously: "You should understand the structure of the ship, know how deep your ship dries, how deep your water dries after full load to prevent stranding..."

"Okay..." Zhao Hao nodded helplessly. It's nothing wrong to be cautious.

"Then you also need to know your sailors and know how to let them obey orders." Zhao Erye finally gradually adjusted: "There are also the weather and wind directions, the differences between sailing in rivers, lakes and seas, and how to handle the situation when passing the levels... In short, it is not that easy to be a boat boss, and you have to know that there are more places to know."

"Yeah." Mr. Zhao felt relieved and nodded vigorously. What is growth? This is growth!

"In this way, it is much more difficult to be a boat boss than a county magistrate..." But he heard Mr. Zhao sigh seriously.

"Uh..." Zhao Hao wanted to stuff the fragrant pan into Zhao Erye's mouth.

"As a father, you can only be an official." Mr. Zhao sighed again.

‘Pu …’ The fragrant pan drops to the ground. According to the rules somewhere, you cannot bend down to pick it up.

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After taking a shower, the father and son wore light white silk nightgowns, sat on a bamboo chair in the patio, and continued to cool off and talk.

"There is of course a difference between the prefect and the prefect. The biggest difference is that the prefect is pragmatic and the prefect is in vain." Zhao Hao, like an experienced elder, said tirelessly: "The prefect is a civil servant. In addition to placing a yamen to make matters, he also has to go through the countryside. He eases the people, urges the court, listens to lawsuits, and encourages farmers. He also needs to be personally responsible for everything. In addition, the imperial edicts and instructions of the court and the superiors will eventually be implemented in the prefectures and counties."

"It's so complicated..." Mr. Zhao swayed his palm-leaf fan while making a sound. Those who didn't know thought he had never been a county magistrate.

"My father will not say anything like this from now on. You are the first-class county magistrate in the three consecutive years." Mr. Zhao criticized him: "It will make people think you are showing off, which is very annoying."

"Oh, is that so, I won't talk about it from now on." Mr. Zhao quickly covered his mouth and sat cross-legged on the bamboo chair and asked, "Then tell me, what's going on with this ruling magistrate?"

"The things I just said are not needed except for studying affairs in the yamen. Even going to the court to ask for cases is only a major case that cannot be encountered once a year. Most of the time, the prefect is the person who gives the magistrate the task." Zhao Hao said in a deep voice:

"The prefect said that it was in charge of the whole prefecture, but can he manage the eleven counties in the prefecture? In fact, the ones in charge are eleven magistrates and the few people in his own yamen. Moreover, if the prefect of the Ming Dynasty did not go to the county unless necessary, he could only understand the situation of each county through text transfer, issue tasks, supervise the completion status, inquire about the results and impact. To put it bluntly, the prefect is indirectly controlling the magistrates under his subordinates through official documents and let them complete their own plans."

"It sounds like a puppet master playing with a puppet." Zhao Shouzheng said as he touched the neatly trimmed short beards.

"It's almost the same, but it's much more difficult," Zhao Hao turned his head slowly, looked at Master Zhao, and said in a creepy tone: "But your puppets... are all living people..."

"Ah!" Mr. Zhao was so scared that he threw away the fan and almost fell down with the person and the chair.

After calming down, he said laughing and crying: "You kid speaks well, you are scared to death!"

"Hmph." Mr. Zhao, who came back from revenge, said in a good mood: "So my father has to learn to think from the perspective of others. He has to whip the tops and make them unable to slow down. He also has to take care of their feelings, so that they can't get what they have to suffer and get things done. Then no one will do it with you. But you can't rely on your strong ability and have a team, so you will take care of everything yourself. If you do it well, you will also be blamed by the people below for taking over the power, and the people above will regard it as having a small structure."
Chapter completed!