The next day, it was the day when Zhao Shouzheng and the eldest princess made an appointment to meet.

He originally wanted to pull his son as a shield.

Unfortunately, Zhao Hao has just started practicing martial arts these two days, and he was snatched by Brother Gao and pulled out his tendons. He was so trampled into a human form. After practicing every day, his whole body feels sour and refreshed. It’s hard to pass the threshold. How can he have the strength to go out?

Zhao Shouzheng had to go alone and bit the bullet.

When he came back, it was already dark and Zhao Hao almost recovered.

While enjoying his apprentice's massage, he listened to his father's saliva flying:

"When Your Highness came to the palace yesterday, the two empresses were indeed kind. The queen gave 1,000 taels and the imperial concubine gave 800 taels, and entrusted the eldest princess to set up a porridge factory outside the city."

Zhao Shouzheng said, picked up the teacup and drank it all, excitedly wiping his mouth with his sleeves, "Guess where the princess is going to set up the porridge factory?"

"It's not that Baiyun Temple is also?" Zhao Hao rolled his eyes and said.

"You really guessed it." Zhao Shouzheng smiled and said, "Before I opened my mouth, your highness said, I think it's time to set up a porridge factory outside Baiyun Temple. The place is big enough, and there are ready-made stalls, enough to serve porridge for refugees."

Zhao Hao glanced at Zhao Shouzheng after hearing this, and thought to himself that you two are really a match for immortals, and they even think about the same thing...

Could it be that there is any special significance to you?

"That's great." He encouraged, "Now my father can go to raise funds with confidence, and no one will say you are showing off."

"Yes, the three Bodhisattvas are in a hurry. Who can steal the limelight? Who dares to say sarcastic words?"

Zhao Shouzheng said, and suddenly said a little unconfidently: "But Your Highness insists on me as the director of the porridge factory, and I am afraid that my father will not be able to do it."

"Father, just don't worry." Zhao Hao had already figured out the eldest princess' thoughts, so he smiled and assisted, "Your Highness has some people doing things. Just ask her for instructions and report to you, and you will definitely not make any mistakes."

"Oh..." Zhao Shouzheng felt relieved when he heard this, and he hummed a little song with his hands ready to whisper.

He hadn't done a serious thing in his life, and at this moment he was completely blinded by the sudden sense of responsibility. He didn't realize it at all that this was just a routine of His Highness the Princess hooking him to the door.

~~

So in the following days, Zhao Shouzheng went out early and returned late every day, and worked hard with Tang Hezheng and Shi Jinchen and other teams of people in the same year to prepare for the porridge factory.

Speaking of which, the scholars from Nanzhili were indeed rich, and more than 300 people paid more than 16,000 taels. Zhao Shouzheng's words were directly collected for 20,000 taels. In addition, the 20,000 taels paid by the eldest princess and the two empresses together was enough to prevent the victims from starving in the first month of the year.

Moreover, these bitches deliberately squeezed out the Zhejiang Juzi. Huang Jieyuan and his group were already discredited from them, so how could they let the Juren from Nanzhili stand out? They also donated money one after another, trying to surpass the local gangsters in Nanzhili.

As soon as the Jiangsu and Zhejiang students started to move, it was not easy to remain indifferent to the students who were not as rich as they did. Although they were not as rich as they did, it would be fine to make up a few thousand taels to express their feelings.

There were also those ladies of noble and noble families, the two empresses and the eldest princess, who dared not show up without eyes, so they had to pay more or less.

In addition, donations from merchants, citizens, and all walks of life have been nearly 100,000 taels in just a few days.

As long as the supervision is strong and the implementation is proper, the refugees should not be able to starve to death during this long winter.

Zhao Hao felt that this was a good opportunity for disciples from wealthy families to understand the sufferings of the people, so he asked Wuyang to take turns to be with his master and help him work together.

The eldest princess was also very concerned about this matter. Not only did she draw capable personnel for Zhao Shouzheng, she also sent a team of Jinyiwei to help maintain order. She also repeatedly emphasized to Zhao Shouzheng that she would come to report at least one day. She also told him not to slack off and that the report must be on time, otherwise she would be very angry...

Zhao Shouzheng had no choice but to cheer up and report to the Princess's Mansion the next day. As for whether there is anything other than relief, Zhao Hao had no idea.

The days pass by day by day, and in a blink of an eye, it is the year of the year.

After the Little New Year, the atmosphere of the New Year in Beijing has become stronger and stronger.

Although Zhao Hao's family is in a foreign land, as the family population increases, it is lively all day long, and the atmosphere of the New Year is stronger than that of ordinary families.

On the night of the 24th day of the 12th lunar month, Zhao Shouzheng took his son, disciple and nephew to worship the Kitchen God. He first stuck the Kitchen God's mouth with a candy melon, and then posted a couplet on both sides of his statue that was so black that he was soaked in black. The first couplet said "God said good things to heaven" and the second couplet said "Great the lower realm to ensure peace". He begged him not to report it randomly after he went to heaven.

Zhao Shouzheng also specially prepared two more bottles of the best "Yao Zixue Qu" for the Kitchen God to thank him for his blessings during the most difficult times between the father and son.

I just don’t know if this kitchen prince from Zhao’s mansion in Beijing is the same person as the one in Caijiaxiang courtyard in Nanjing.

‘Speaking of this, when I was demolishing the house that day, I didn’t remember whether I had invited him out first…’

Zhao Shouzheng, who was toasting the Kitchen God, suddenly thought of the day he passed the imperial examination and couldn't help but shivered and quickly sprinkled the entire bottle of wine in front of the stove.

‘Just think it’s the same one.’

~~

The next day, the 25th day of the twelfth lunar month, is the day to sweep the house.

On this day, the family needs to be cleaned up inside and out, at all sides. Such a arduous task cannot be just thrown to the long-legged brothers.

Except for the five Yangs, they all had to go into battle, even Zhao Shizhen and Zhao Shixi were arrested as strong men.

So, there were as many as six people standing in front of the elder brother in line with their heads, sleeves, and other combat weapons.

"What is our task?" The elder brother held up a feather duster and passionately mobilized pre-war mobilization.

"Sweep the dust and remove the dust!" the six people shouted together.

"What is our slogan?"

"No dead ends!"

“What is our motivation?”

"How can you wipe out the world if you don't sweep a house!"

The eldest brother nodded with satisfaction, and then, with a rigorous attitude of science, divided the cleaning into several internal and external areas, and formulated separate hygiene requirements and scoring standards for each area.

"The dust accumulated in the interior area of ​​the house, under the corner bed and at the columns and beams of the house, shall be removed with a broom; the metal handles on the cabinets shall also be wiped clean..."

"Hurry up and work, it's almost noon!"

It was not until his master kicked his ass, and then he took the six people in shame and started to work hard inside and out.

There was too much dust in the work in the house, so Zhao Hao had to hide in the yard. Fortunately, it was rare to be clear and windless today, and the warm sun was very comfortable on his body.

He asked Gao Wu to move a recliner chair under the south wall, cover himself with a thin blanket, and then while basking in the sun, he looked through the Wu Ji Special Hands he had just received.

This was sent from Jinling.

Open the sturdy wooden box, filled with the thoughts of relatives in my hometown.
Chapter completed!