When Ye came out of the embroidery building, he turned back to the East Garden from the white marble gate.

She went into the master's bedroom, and Zhao Liben was sitting on a lounge chair, soaking her feet in pine barrels with saffron and ginger. It is said that this is good for the kidneys.

Ye asked the maid to retreat, rolled up her sleeves, squatted beside the wooden barrel, and helped Zhao Liben pinch his feet.

"Well, your skills are much better than Lan'er." Zhao Liben closed his eyes comfortably and enjoyed for a while. After a while, he asked quietly: "What did Xueying say?"

"She said... everyone is too young, let's talk about it in two years." Ye slightly modified the wording to avoid causing Zhao Liben to get angry.

Unexpectedly, Zhao Liben was not angry, touched his high hairline and smiled bitterly: "Oh, I still don't like this."

"I disappointed my lord." Ye raised his head and looked at Zhao Liben apologetically and said, "Xueying has been independent since she was a child. I can't force her if she doesn't nod."

"Hey, my kid is actually the same. Don't look at him humming like me, but he is actually like a stubborn cow, and he is forced to not drink water." Zhao Liben pulled out a foot from the water.

Ye picked out the nourishing medicinal paste from the small jar, wiped Zhao Liben's feet dry and evenly applied, and finally wrapped it with a cloth. Then he made the other foot the same way.

"Sir, what should we do next?" Ye asked again.

"Let's do this first. If you force yourself to be too anxious, you will be bad. Wait until they get older..." Zhao Liben sighed. He had no good way to deal with Zhao Hao. He didn't want to force him too tightly, which affected the relationship between grandparents and grandchildren. The old man taught a profound lesson in his junior marriage. He knew that the relationship between grandparents and grandchildren is now the core relationship of the Zhao family, and he should not lose his big mistakes because of small things.

"The children don't know, we are all for their own good..." Then Ye leaned gently against Zhao Liben's leg and said quietly: "It would be great if someone had worried about me like this back then."

"Oh, don't mention the past." Zhao Liben reached out and pinched Ye's white earlobe and whispered: "I'll be there in the future."

"Yeah." Ye nodded slightly and closed his eyes intoxicatedly.

Because he had to arrive in Beijing before the canal was completely frozen, Zhao Hao and others only stayed in Yangzhou for one night and set off to head north.

The next morning, Zhao Liben called Zhao Shouzheng alone to the main hall.

Zhao Shouzheng stood behind his father, looked up at the portrait of his grandparents worshipped in the main hall, feeling a little nervous.

In the past, this kind of scene was basically accompanied by scattered scolding and sporadic corporal punishment...

But today, Zhao Liben was kind and looked at her, and first put a stick of incense on Xiankao Xianmo, then turned sideways and said, "You can also put in incense on grandparents."

"Yes." Zhao Shouzheng responded quickly, wiped his hands on his robe, respectfully twisted up a stick of incense, lit it on his forehead, bowed four times before inserting it into the incense burner.

Then he knelt down and bowed four times.

Zhao Liben did not let Zhao Shouzheng get up, but held his hands behind his back and looked up at the two portraits of his parents, and sighed: "These two portraits are for your grandfather to be the fourth-ranked Zanzhiyin after his father passed the exam in Changsha Prefecture. When his grandmother was given the title of Gongren, I asked someone to paint the portraits for the two elders."

"Although the two elders were awarded a third-rank title later, they were no longer in the world, and they could not draw even if they wanted to." Zhao Liben wiped the corners of his eyes and waved his hand and said, "Your grandfather was most worried about you before his death. He knew that your elder brother had an official position, but you were not able to do business. He was worried about your future prospect."

Zhao Shouzheng's eyes turned red, and he burst into tears and said, "

"At that time, he held my hand and told me to pass the imperial examination. This time, thanks to my ancestors' blessing, my son's supervision was strong, and the child could finally comfort him."

"Yes, I heard that you have passed the imperial examination and are happy for your father." Zhao Liben abides by the rule of "a gentleman holds his grandson but not a son" and always speaks ill of his two sons. This is the first time Zhao Shouzheng has heard such recognition from his father.

"I have been worried about my father over the years..." Zhao Shouzheng cried into tears.

"But don't be proud!" Zhao Liben took a deep breath, turned his head to scold Zhao Shouzheng and said, "What is a juren? Can he run rampant in the village and take charge of lawsuits? Or should he be in the class for more than ten years and choose a second-level assistant officer who suffers from suffering?"

"Uh..." Zhao Shouzheng said in his heart, indeed, there is no better son than father, and his father knows my ideals in life.

"You don't really think so, do you?" Zhao Liben said with a look of disdain.

"No, no." Zhao Shouzheng didn't want to be beaten before leaving, so he waved his hand and said repeatedly: "My son must work hard and come back from a Jinshi exam."

"This is still like a saying. Only when you pass the Jinshi exam can you be strong in the future." Zhao Liben encouraged his son, and hesitated and said: "There is a saying that you should wait until you pass the Jinshi exam. But you don't know where you will go next. It's rare for you and my father to meet, so you should remember it in your heart first."

"Please give me advice, my father." Zhao Shouzheng hurriedly took a scrupulous attitude.

"I have a six-character truth for my father to teach you," he heard Zhao Liben say in a deep voice: "Speaking should be slow, and your heart should be kind."

"Speaking should be slow, and the heart should be kind?" Zhao Shouzheng repeated, and hurriedly kept it in mind.

"This is the official code tailored for you for your father." Zhao Liben then helped him up from the ground, looked up at his son who was half a head taller than him and said, "You don't care about being an official. In the future, you must remember these six words in your life. If you forget, look at your son's guard named Gao Wu. If you learn from him, you won't make any mistakes."

"..." Zhao Shouzheng couldn't figure it out for a moment, so he had to respond first.

After Zhao Shouzheng went out, Zhao Liben called Zhao Hao to the room alone and handed him five 10,000 taels of tickets and said:

"Use your seal to the Chongwenmen Wuji, you can directly withdraw cash."

"Wow, grandpa is so rich." Zhao Hao's eyes shone, he counted the five silver bills again and again, and then he happily put them away: "I will save money."

"Save nothing, spend everything for me!" Zhao Liben waved his hand and said, "No matter whether your father won or not, before leaving Beijing, I will spend nothing for me!"

"Ah, it's all spent..." Zhao Hao thought to himself that this was a bit difficult. He spent more than half a year in Jinling City, but he didn't spend 5,000 taels of silver.

Now Zhao Liben asked him to spend 50,000 taels of silver within a few months, and it was so painful to think about it.

"No," Zhao Liben nodded without any doubt and said, "We must establish a tall and fucking rich image of the old Zhao family in the hearts of all officials in the court and the country. We must let others connect you, Zhao Hao, with the God of Wealth."

Zhao Hao nodded as if he understood it, thinking that Zhao Gongming's surname was Zhao...

"This will make it much easier for your father to become an official in the future." Zhao Liben patted Zhao Hao on the shoulder and said with full expectations: "Grandpa knows that your child has his own ideas. No matter what he does, his reputation for being rich will make you prosperous... Of course, your father's official must cover you."

"Oh." Zhao Hao understood a little. Isn't this Sicong's previous trick?
Chapter completed!