After Zhao Hao blew the ink and carefully folded the paper, Zhao Shouzheng reached out and said flatteringly:

"Son, let's insult your father twice?"

Zhao Hao was shocked when he heard this: "Does my father need to write? Do you still need to pay for the pen to be moistened?"

"That's not." Zhao Shouzheng smiled embarrassedly: "Isn't it the day after tomorrow that I'm going to attend a literary meeting for my father..."

According to the regulations of the Imperial College, the supervisors only pay the first and second days. The rest of the day they all went to class to lecture, lecture again, and memorize the book, and think it was common. Simply put, they only rest on the first day of the 1st day of the 1st day of the 1st day of the 1st day of the 1st day of the 1st day of the 1st day of the 1st day of the 1st day of the 1st day of the 1st day of the 1st day of the 1st day of the 1st day of the 1st day of the 1st day of the 1st day of the 1st day of the 1st day of the 1st day of the 1st day of the 1st day of the 1st day of the 1st day of the 1st day of the 1st day of the 1st day of the 1st day of the 1st day of the 1st day of the 1st day of the 1st day of the 1st day of the 1st day of the 1st day of the 1st day of the 1st day of the 1st day of the 1st day of the 1st day of the 1st day of the 1st day of the 1st day of the 1st day of the 1st day of the 1st day of the 1st day of the 1st day of the 1st day of the 1st day of the 1st day of the 1st day of the 1st day of the 1st day of the 1st day of the 1st day of the 1st day of the 1st day of the 1st day of the 1st day of the 1st day of the 1st day of the 1st day of the 1st day of the 1st day of the 1st day of the 1st day of the 1st day of the 1st day of the 1st day of the 1st day of the 1st day of the 1st day of the 1st day of the

When Zhao Hao saw that Zhao Shouzheng was working hard every day and went to school, he heard this and said, "How good is it to rest at home after a day of rest?"

"Of course it's OK, but the scientific examination is imminent, and I have to sharpen my guns in the face of battle, otherwise I will be ashamed of my son." Then Zhao Shouzhengyi said righteously: "The literary meeting will be hosted by Master Xuelang, and the specifications are very high."

Zhao Hao frowned slightly: "Oh, it's that trash?"

The first monk in the late Ming Dynasty, Xuelang, was a regular visitor in the notes of the late Ming Dynasty. Zhao Hao knew that he had debated with Matteo Ricci, and was still a teacher who was "too cold in the water". Although he was a monk, he liked fine clothes and delicious food and had a close relationship with famous prostitutes in the Qinhuai River... In short, as his name is, he was a monk who could no longer be slutty.

"Why is my son so slutty to Master Xuelang?" Zhao Shouzheng asked in confusion: "Although he was born in a wealthy family, he could voluntarily take the precepts and become a monk and study Buddhism carefully. He was only eighteen years old and was well-versed in the inner scriptures. He was a deputy lecturer in part, and became a master of the Huayan Sect generation."

"If he is a serious monk, what kind of literary meeting will he hold?" Zhao Hao asked back, "Did any serious monk have a literary meeting?"

"Well, this is understandable." Zhao Shouzheng obviously admired Xue Lang very much, and hurriedly explained to the monk: "Da Baoen Temple was hit by thunder and fire before the New Year. Although the body of the glass tower was not hindered, many galleries of each hall were burned down. Master Xue Lang made a great wish to rebuild the Da Baoen Temple. This literary meeting was held for the purpose of fundraising."

As he said that, he was fascinated by his leisurely saying, "Master Xuelang not only studied Buddhism, but also held the ox ears of the Jinling poetry world, but there was no Bai Ding's relationship. If it weren't for the purpose of fundraising, an old student like my father would not be qualified to join him."

"Also say it's a serious monk..." Zhao Hao sneered.

Seeing that Zhao Hao was quite dissatisfied, Zhao Shouzheng stopped insisting: "Then I won't go..."

After saying that, he said happily: "It is also great to be able to sleep in."

Before he finished speaking, Zhao Hao placed two ingots of ten taels of official silver on the table.

"Hehe, I know my son loves his father the most..." Zhao Shouzheng smiled and reached out to make money.

Zhao Hao held down the two silver ingots and smiled, "Father, I have to do me a favor."

"Of course it's okay!" Zhao Shouzheng patted his chest and scratched his head shyly and said, "It's not just boasting for his father, but what he is best at for his father is to help him..."

"Don't underestimate yourself, as a human being has its own uses. Even if it is a disadvantage, as long as it is used correctly, it will still have miraculous results." Zhao Hao comforted his father.

"Why did you feel even more sad after listening to it..." Zhao Shouzheng laughed awkwardly before he thought of asking what his son wanted to do.

"You will know tomorrow." Zhao Hao didn't want to tell him now: "Let's go to a place tomorrow."

"I will be in prison tomorrow..."

Zhao Hao pondered for a moment and said, "My father was feeling the cold and I'll ask Uncle Fan Shi to take a leave tomorrow."

"I'm fine, oh..." Zhao Shouzheng paused for a moment and suddenly said, "You want me to take a day off? That's okay, but I missed too many classes before, so Gou Xuezheng's heart would probably remember me again."

"It's not a big deal. My father can go back to the prison in the afternoon, and then I will cough twice in class. At that time, Gou Xuezheng will not only not scold you, but also think of you. As expected, he will take his words to heart." Zhao Hao gave his experience. "Maybe, he will choose to forgive you."

"What a wonderful idea!" Zhao Shouzheng's eyes lit up, but he couldn't help but say strangely: "Why is my son like an old senior who has been in prison for many years?"

"Haha..." Zhao Hao was speechless. He said that when I started studying, I was no less than you.

The next morning, Gao Wu spent two cents to rent Shen Laoyao's carriage for a long time as Zhao Hao ordered.

It is said that if you don’t need a carriage renter, you have to give at least a few taels of silver as a deposit, the owner will be relieved. But Shen Laoyao was determined to curry favor with the rich man, but he didn’t ask for the deposit. He kept volunteering and saying that he could help him, but Gao Wu naturally would not agree.

The Qi family army fought south and north, and Gao Wu was an expert in riding a horse and driving a carriage. He sat sideways on the shaft, skillfully controlling the carriage, and carrying the father and son south.

The carriage passed through the streets and alleys, and passed the bell and drum tower for a while. It continued to travel south for a long time before slowly stopping.

Zhao Shouzheng got out of the car and saw the familiar big stone bridge. He asked strangely: "Is he going to Hubu Street?"

"Yes." Zhao Hao nodded, jumped out of the car, and said with his muscles and bones moving: "Go to the place where my father went last time..."

"You said Deheng was..." Zhao Shouzheng replied casually, and immediately said with shame: "So you kid knows everything?"

"Haha." Zhao Hao vaguely went over and handed an envelope to Zhao Shouzheng and said, "This is what I asked my father to do."

"Stupid brat, mysterious." Zhao Shouzheng took the unlimited envelope, pulled out the paper inside and opened it, but became more confused.

"Aren't these things you asked me to copy last night, and the donkey's lips were wrong?"

"Yes." Zhao Hao nodded, and he was determined to look at the pawn shop standing out on the third floor of Hubu Street. His father's experience that day was vivid in his mind. He still felt so angry when he remembered it.

What he has been thinking about these days is how to get back the account!

Zhao Shouzheng heard Zhao Hao say word by word: "My father took this item away."

Today, he had to rely on a piece of broken paper to knock enough money from the hand of Zhang's surname to vent his hatred!

"This piece of broken paper makes you feel dirty even if you wipe your butt..." Zhao Shouzheng said laughing and crying: "Son, I'm afraid I'll be beaten out for my father."

"If you add this, it won't be there." Zhao Hao said, taking the cardboard box handed over by Gao Wu.

Zhao Shouzheng opened it and saw a bag of white sugar inside. He remembered that when he was weighing at the blacksmith shop before, Zhao Hao specially ordered to leave more than one pound, which must be the ones.

Zhao Shouzheng picked up the paper bag and weighed it. It was indeed more than one pound. When he was about to put it back, he saw that Zhang Wenshu was still pressing on the bottom of the box.

"This is..." Zhao Shouzheng asked.

"This is the delivery document with Tang Ji that day..." Zhao Hao explained.

"Hey, why are there my signatures?" Zhao Shouzheng opened the document and saw that the seller clearly wrote his name, and the signatures and seals were like a fake one.

"Father is so noble that he forgets things..." Zhao Hao gave him helplessly. This is why he had to explain to Zhao Shouzheng when he arrived at the door of his house.

He was afraid that it would be too early, so his father forgot to point it, and after entering, he would be self-defeating.

After he reminded him, Zhao Shouzheng slapped his head and said, "Remember, before you entered Tang Ji, I asked me to sign two white papers."

After saying that, Mr. Zhao said shamelessly: "It can be seen that studying for his father has been in a state of forgetting both things."
Chapter completed!