The sunshine at noon in early spring is gentle and gentle, illuminating the blacksmith shop.

Zhao Hao and the Gao family and their father and son were having a meal while chatting about homework.

After learning about the disaster in Zhao Hao's family, the high-speed blacksmith took the initiative to propose that he could help them.

Judging from the food and clothing of his father and son, and looking at the shabby blacksmith shop, how much money can a high-speed blacksmith have? But he is willing to be in a hurry.

Although it means repaying kindness, Zhao Hao is quite touched.

"To be honest with the old man, Brother Gao helped me make a lot of money yesterday, and he has solved his urgent needs."

"That's great." The high blacksmith was happy for Zhao Hao, and then concerned: "Then you have to have a long-term business. What are the plans for Ling Zun?"

Zhao Hao knew that he was asking tactfully, why is Zhao Shouzheng still idle at such an age?

He smiled and said, "My father is studying in the Imperial College and wants to participate in this autumn examination."

"Ah, Ling Zun turned out to be a husband, I'm really disrespectful." Gao Blacksmith was quite surprised. He thought about Zhao Shouzheng's outfit carefully and shook his head and said, "The old man didn't see it at all."

"Oh?" Zhao Hao asked curiously: "The word "husband" was not written on his face, so the old man couldn't tell it. Isn't that normal?"

"How could that happen?" Gao blacksmith shook his head and said, "Officials have the ethics of officials, and their husbands have the ethics of their husbands. That's obvious that they are not bad."

"Hey, is there such a thing?" Zhao Hao only knew that he had an official position when he became an official, but he didn't know that even a scholar had to have corresponding dignity... and even an old blacksmith knew that it had obviously become the default rule for the whole society.

"Young Master doesn't know?" The blacksmith high-eyed wide eyes in surprise, thinking for a while before he realized: "Young Master's official family, Zhong Ming's food, daily food, clothing, housing and transportation are far superior to ordinary juren, let alone scholars, supervisors and other husbands."

The high-speed blacksmith made up for his own imagination, and saved Zhao Hao's verbal explanation. Then he put down his bowl and bowed and said, "I'll ask for advice from my uncle."

"The young master said nothing, the old man just heard of it, how could he know the real morality?" The blacksmith quickly waved his hand, and could not refuse. Then he said carefully: "The old man will probably tell the young master about seeing it in Nanjing for years, just take it as a pleasure."

"Please speak with me, old man." Zhao Hao hurriedly took a look at the ears.

"I won't say that those who are still an official are still an official. The young master must know more than the old man." The high blacksmith ruled out the current officials first.

I really don't know... Zhao Hao said silently in his heart, but in order to maintain the character of the children of the invading officials, he had to laugh and said, "Okay."

"Just talk about those who are not officials. The old man looked at the retired people. Ding You had two gentry members at home. They were carrying four people in sedan chairs. In addition to the sedan chair, there were also umbrellas who specialized in umbrellas. These five were wearing red vests, red hats, and a soap clerk under the sect followed. About ten people were rushing in and out, and there was no difference between them and those officials who were in office. Of course, they were still incomparable to the official seal officers."

Zhao Hao's eyes were straightened and thought to himself that this was a little too good. He asked again, "Where is the Juren?"

"The juren also sits in a sedan chair, but can only sit in a cloth sedan chair carried by two people. The sedan chair is not wearing red. There are also children who follow the umbrella and have to raise four or five people in total." The juren said with his beards, "The juren is both upstarts, and the most important thing is to behave in a sedan chair. However, I heard that the juren is sitting in a sedan chair with four people, and there are also people who hold 'filial piety and honest' and 'Qiquette' to avoid the signs, but they can only be confused by the fellow villagers. But they dare not enter the city, and they have to change it back to the sedan chair of two people, otherwise they will be stabbed."

"That's it." Zhao Hao heard this and became increasingly determined to let Mr. Zhao pass the imperial examination. However, he suddenly felt nervous and asked with some difficulty: "Journalists are rich, but how can a poor scholar maintain a decent position?"

The tribute students, supervisors, and scholars of the Ming Dynasty were basically considered to be one class. Zhao Hao was not convenient to ask the "poor supervisors", so he asked the "poor scholars" instead, and the same was true.

"My husband can sit on the carriage, but they don't earn serious income and study expenses are high. If they were not at home, life would be difficult. Therefore, no one would laugh at the carriage on weekdays. But if they pay homage to the teacher and meet the officials and officials, if they don't rent a carriage and sit on it, they will still be laughed at."

"But if my husband cares, I can't save you a book boy." The high-tech blacksmith looked at Zhao Hao and whispered: "Starting March, it will rain more often. If my husband caresses himself, he will not only make fun of others, but also feel uncomfortable."

"So the scholar can't hold an umbrella by himself?" Zhao Hao suddenly remembered that Zhao Shouzheng went out every day and asked him to bring an umbrella by himself, but he refused to bring it. He originally thought that it was Mr. Zhao's second-class illness, but he didn't expect that there was another reason.

"That's natural, and the umbrellas of my husbands are all topped with tin, which is different from our ordinary people." The high-tech blacksmith said enviously: "On rainy days and summer days, the book boy opens and shines with silver light. You can tell at a glance that it's the scholar's husband who is here."

Zhao Hao couldn't help but nodded slowly, thinking about where to hire a book boy...

Just as he was about to ask if there was any way for the blacksmith, he suddenly caught a glimpse of two familiar figures and looked at the entrance of the alley.

"Huh?" Zhao Hao couldn't help but wonder, why did the uncle and cousin come?

I just had enough food and drink, so I said goodbye to the high-speed blacksmith and his son and came out of the blacksmith shop.

"What are you doing?!" Zhao Hao stood behind the two men and suddenly shouted softly.

"Oh my God..." Zhao Shouye's legs were so scared that he almost knelt on the ground, but Zhao Xian almost jumped up.

"You little brat, don't you know that people are scary, they are scary?" Zhao Shouye couldn't help laughing and crying when he saw that it was Zhao Hao.

"Isn't this a joke with my uncle?" Zhao Hao smiled and bowed to his uncle, then grinned at his cousin, "What wind has blown you?"

"How does this kid speak? As uncle, shouldn't he come to see you?" Zhao Shouye's attitude today was much gentler than before.

"Then please, please, the place is simple, so don't dislike it." Zhao Hao said, leading the two into the house.

Zhao Shouye was shocked by the dilapidated scene.

After a while, he said sadly: "Do you really live here? Your father went to the yamen the day before yesterday and said, "I don't believe it."

"This is much better. If it weren't for the neighbors' repairs, it would be impossible to live in."

While making tea for the uncle and cousin, Zhao Hao asked casually: "I heard from my father that my uncle did not live in the official residence?"

Zhao Shouye coughed awkwardly when he heard this, and said evasively: "Oh, for some reason, I temporarily live in your brother's grandfather's house, just temporarily stay, temporarily."

Zhao Hao looked envious and said, "The relationship is good, so you must live for a while to save a lot of money."

His words were indeed inspired. He didn't know that the firewood and rice were expensive if he was not in charge. These days he had encountered several crises of no cooking.

Seeing that Zhao Hao was not teasing, my uncle remembered that his father and son originally planned to eat soft food, but they both were broken off and fell to the point of today.

I couldn't help feeling embarrassed, but felt a little comforted.
Chapter completed!