Fan Datong was exhausted and finally carried a load of 100 kilograms back to Caijia Lane.

When Fan Datong saw the dilapidated yard of the Zhao family, he almost fainted.

Fortunately, Zhao Hao was foresighted and asked his father to replace Fan Datong in advance.

"Brother, live here now?" Fan Datong looked at Zhao Shouzheng with tears in his eyes.

Zhao Hao thought to himself, this is still a very clean and orderly one. If you saw your original appearance, wouldn’t you just go into a well and commit suicide?

Zhao Shouzheng said a little embarrassedly: "Didn't you tell you last time? In order to make peace with my father, my family has already lost all their money."

"I just think it's an excuse for my brother not to borrow more money." Fan Datong looked desperate and said in a daze: "I didn't expect that my brother has really fallen into such a field."

The sad look was like he was the one who suffered.

Zhao Hao thought to himself, it’s because he has nowhere to beat Feng?

Then he opened the door, helped Zhao Shouzheng remove two bags of brown sugar, and carried it directly into his room.

When the father and son came out, they saw that Fan Datong had recovered as usual. They fetched water from the patio and drank the gurgling cow.

"You haven't gone back?" Zhao Hao asked in surprise.

Fan Datong wiped the corner of his mouth with his sleeve and said righteously: "I am such a bad person. How could I be the one who can only share wealth and honor, but not suffering?"

As he said that, he seemed to have made a great decision and took out an ingot from his sleeve, his face full of pain:

"I haven't spent five taels of silver yet, I've given it to my brother."

Zhao Shouzheng looked at his son and said nothing.

Zhao Hao knew what he was thinking. Now that he got 100 kilograms of brown sugar, he could produce at least dozens of kilograms of white sugar. How could he care about this little money? So he fulfilled his father's wish and said, "The money given by my Zhao family has no reason to come back."

Zhao Shouzheng nodded vigorously and said, "I am very satisfied if you have this kind of heart. I ask you to keep it, so you keep it."

"Then I will take it..." Fan Datong looked at the father and son, but he didn't even take the five taels of silver seriously. Then he happily took it into his arms and said: "The saint said that a gentleman seeks the way but not the food. I am now a gentleman."

"Oh, don't you seek food?" Zhao Hao said in his heart, you gentleman is too cheap, right? He smiled and said, "I thought I was going to take care of food."

"Of course, it would be better if I could manage the meal. Didn't the saint say that? It would be a pity to have friends coming from afar." Fan Datong hurriedly smiled and said, "Besides, I have taken care of this journey for your family and don't even care about the meal. Isn't it reasonable?"

"But there is no wine or meat, just have a simple meal." Zhao Hao was not just a quarrel. He was indeed worried about how to arrange this supper.

"My nephew is joking, how could he have no alcohol or meat?" But seeing Fan Datong carrying the hemp rope hanging in the well, he smiled and said with a smile: "What is this?"

Zhao Hao slapped his forehead and suddenly said, "I forgot that I still have this."

That was sent by Gao Wu and cut it before. The meat that was put into the well was still fresh...

Fan Datong did not just eat for nothing, but took the initiative to take on the cooking chore.

Zhao Hao didn't expect that he had a good cooking skills. He saw that the guy divided five kilograms of meat into three parts, prepared to stir-fry a plate, and stewed a bowl. He fryed the fat meat in oil and put it in the rice to the pot together.

"There is also a way to eat it?" Zhao Shouzheng exclaimed while burning the fire: "My brother really makes me look at you with admiration."

Fan Datong is also a bitch. When someone praises him, he will have no more than two taels of bone left. While waving the spatula skillfully, he said proudly: "This is my unique skill of Yudie, called Piaoxiang Braised Pork Rice, which is most suitable for our situation of being inexperienced!"

Zhao Hao said to himself when he heard this, it turned out that this person had no wife... Hey, why did I say 'yes'?

When Fan Datong stewed the meat, he asked Zhao Hao to taste it like a treasure.

Zhao Hao ate a piece of meat and drank a little soup, and his eyes lit up: "It turns out that the skills are good."

"Of course, I'm a person who eats all the major restaurants in Nanjing!" Fan Datong was about to brag proudly again, but saw Zhao Hao bringing out the whole pot of stewed meat.

"Oh, nephew, eating alone will make you look corny!" Fan Datong was a little anxious. He could stew the meat so deliciously, but he used the Nanyang spices he had secretly hidden, which was really valuable.

"Yes, this meat was given to me in the front yard, so my son naturally couldn't eat it alone." Zhao Shouzheng knew what Zhao Hao was going to do, so he explained to Fan Datong with a smile.

"So that's it. A virtuous nephew has a beginning and end in his work. If he is more generous and kind, he will definitely have a future." Fan Datong curled his lips and was about to uncover the rice cooker.

"Don't talk nonsense, my son is the most generous!" Zhao Shouzheng held it down and said, "I'll eat when my son comes back."

"Okay, okay, listen to your brother." Fan Datong stretched his neck, hoping that Zhao Hao would come back quickly.

Zhao Hao raised his foot and went to the blacksmith shop. He was already very familiar with the high-speed blacksmith and his son.

The father and son were having a meal too. Seeing Zhao Hao bringing the stewed meat in, Gao Wu quickly got up to take it.

The high blacksmith was in good health. He got up and grabbed Zhao Hao's hand and asked him to have dinner together.

"Let's have a meal another day, there will be guests at home tonight." Zhao Hao declined with a smile.

The high-tech blacksmith hurriedly asked his son to dig a large bowl of the pickled cucumber and beans he had pickled, and Zhao Hao went back to entertain guests.

Zhao Hao did not refuse, thanked Gao Blacksmith and asked Gao Wu again: "Does Brother Gao have time tomorrow?"

Gao Wu scratched his head and organized the language silently with some difficulty.

These days, Zhao Hao also knew about his problem. Gao Wu had probably been injured in the language center, but other than that, there was no problem at all.

"The old man can't carry the hammer and the shop cannot open. What can he do?" Gao blacksmith replied for his son.

Gao Wu nodded and said, "That's what I mean."

"Then Brother Gao will help me tomorrow and go out with me?" Zhao Hao asked with a smile.

"Yes." Gao Wu answered this sentence, but it was no different from ordinary people.

"Then you wait at home tomorrow, and I'll call you when the time comes."

When Zhao Hao returned home with two bowls of pickled vegetables, Fan Datong, who was looking through Qiushui, cheered: "You can have a meal!"

When the lid is lifted, the aroma of meat and rice is mixed together, and the smell is extremely attractive.

This made the father and son, who had not had a full meal for a while, all of them had a sharp index finger.

Who knew that Fan Datong ate more than the two of them combined... He killed half a pot of rice and a pound of meat alone, and even spent half a bowl of pickles.

Zhao Hao was stunned and thought to himself that it was indeed a big bucket of rice.

Even Zhao Shouzheng asked curiously: "Don't you have money? Why are hungry ghosts reincarnated?"

"Oh, I'm not to hide it. After I separated from my brother that day, I met classmate Xu again and said that my brother's family was defeated. Although I didn't believe it at the time, I felt that since that was the case, why did my brother still lend me money generously? But I always have to see my brother's family with my own eyes, so that I can spend this money with peace of mind." Fan Datong regretted it and said: "Who knew that my brother didn't want it. I hungry for three days."

Zhao Hao almost squirted his face with a bite of rice. He didn't know what material this guy's belly made of. He could eat half a pot and hunger for three days... The nickname of big rice bucket is really correct.

"Don't be surprised by my nephew." Fan Datong said with disbelief: "When I was the poorest, I drank cold water for seven days and didn't eat a grain of rice."

"As a result, I fainted from hunger in the lecture hall, and became a big laugh at the Imperial College." Thinking of the past, Zhao Shouzheng laughed and said, "This guy is like this. If he has money, he will spend all his money and don't even consider the next day."

Zhao Hao gave the two thumbs up and expressed his admiration.

Zhao Shouzheng couldn't help but blushed, and then he remembered that he was also a good guy.
Chapter completed!