The next day, Zhao Shouzheng and his son got up early and washed and dressed up carefully.

Zhao Shouzheng changed into a black silk robe with blue silk ribbons tied with a waist and a soap boots that were the same as those of officials. This was the most solemn outfit of a student in the Imperial College... Usually, they wore blue shirts, and only when worshiping Confucius, they would change into a round-neck robe similar to a juren... This is also the difference between them and students.

With Fang Wen's assistance, Zhao Hao also stepped on the brand new tread of clouds, put on plain small sleeves and tucked lacquered gauze scarf. After Fang Wen smoothed the pair of long soft wings behind his head, a gentle and polite young man appeared in front of everyone.

"Okay." Zhao Shouzheng looked at his son for a while, and his eyes turned red: "Who is young and so romantic? My son has grown up..."

Fan Datong, who came to join in the fun early today, also praised: "Your nephew is so handsome, if you walk to the Qinhuai River, you must be riding a horse and leaning against the slanting bridge, and the red sleeves are all over the building!"

"Don't take my son badly!" Zhao Shouzheng was furious when he heard this, glared at Fan Datong fiercely, and then repeatedly told Zhao Hao: "You are young, you can't go to that kind of place."

"We are going to become a disciple, right?" Zhao Hao was ridiculous by these two off-line brothers.

"Oh, yes, go and set off!" Zhao Shouzheng slapped his forehead and quickly picked up the jerky meat, lotus seeds and celery as a teacher, and went out first.

Jerky is to thank the teacher for his kindness, lotus seeds mean pity for the child and painstaking teaching. Celery means to be diligent in karma.

Zhao Hao followed behind with the remaining three things, namely the longan dried that means enlightenment; the red dates that mean early high school and the red beans that mean grand plans.

The father and son took these six rituals to leave the alley, accompanied by Fan Datong and Gao's father and son.

As soon as I arrived on the street, I heard a bang, and a tin umbrella that was shining blinding people opened, covering the not-so-violent sun for the father and son.

In fact, according to Zhao Hao's intention, I should rent a carriage for my father to sit today, but it was too close to Zhao Jin's family and less than a hundred steps on foot.

It's so close that people can't tell whether it's a show of tricks or a monkey.

After crossing the bridge, it was the alley where Zhao Jin lived, and Lao Jia also lived in this alley.

Zhao Jin's family was not in Nanjing, so Lao Jia called his son Yu Peng as a welcome guest on Zhao Jin's side. He also greeted more than ten neighbors to give the old friend a scene.

"Here, hurry up and firecrackers!" The fat Yu Peng saw the Zhao family's father and son coming over and hurriedly shouted.

The crackling sound of firecrackers resounded through the streets and alleys, attracting more crowds of people watching the fun. Everyone wants to see what the richest man in Caijia Lane looks like?

Of course, more importantly, it is said that after the apprenticeship of the master, there will be a table for everyone to eat.

This scene made Zhao Hao roll his eyes. This is not a marriage, why are so many people watching the fun? Will this young master still play monkeys for them to show them later?

But now that things have come to this point, he has no choice but to enter Zhao Jin's yard like a marionette, like a marionette.

The place where Zhao Jin lived was very deserted and dilapidated, almost the same as that of Zhao Hao's family. This is not surprising. The military army had no income except for a little food. Zhao Jin was too old and could only rely on writing and copying books for others, and making a living.

He attached great importance to today's day. When he came back last night, he cleaned up the yard with Yu Peng and brought tables, desks, and futons from Yu's house. Yu Jia also bought him incense, candles and statues. Before dawn, he came to help decorate them.

However, Zhao Jin was after all, after all, and he had completely calmed down. He was wearing a patched Confucian robe and a half-new Tang scarf. He sat upright next to the desk enshrined the statue of Confucius, watching Zhao Hao and his son who were carrying the six rituals in his hand to study in the door.

Zhao Shouzheng hurriedly took two steps forward, presented Shu Xiu and became a disciple with both hands, and said loudly:

"In a young and ignorant life, there are virtuous fathers and brothers inside and strict teachers and friends outside, and there are never any failures. The son of the dog was out of school and was fortunate to meet Mr. Zhao, but he was still unaware of it. He was placed under the wall and taught him to correct his ambitions and understand the ways of sages. He was respectful in his diet and must also do his best to be filial."

Zhao Jin took the post with both hands and opened it symbolically. He saw that Zhao Hao's name, hometown, Nian Geng, and the name of his father Zhao Shouzheng were written on it.

Then he was stunned...

Seeing that he was staying there like a clay sculpture, and he didn't take the jerky meat in his hand, Zhao Shouzheng couldn't help feeling dissatisfied and said, "This teacher is a little silly, don't take my son as a little silly..."

Zhao Hao was left behind, not standing or kneeling, so he had to cough awkwardly, "Sir, I'm here, the student kowtowed you."

As he said that, he lifted the hem of his robe and was about to kneel down for Zhao Jin.

"Slow down!" Zhao Jin, like a scorpion sting on his butt, bounced up from the chair, held Zhao Hao who was about to bend his knees with both hands, and asked in a deep voice:

"Do you dare to ask about the name of Grandfather Ling, is there a word "Li"?"

"Hey, how did Mr. Zhao find out?" Before Zhao Hao could answer, Zhao Shouzheng asked curiously: "My father's name is the upper and lower version, but there is no word "正子"

"Are you descendants of Taizu of the Song Dynasty?" Zhao Jin asked.

"That's natural!" Zhao Shouzheng bowed north with his hands, and said with a proud look on his face: "I am the 26th generation grandson of Taizu of the Great Song Dynasty!"

"Uh, this master can't be worshipped..." Zhao Jin returned the post with both hands to Zhao Shouzheng with a little embarrassed look.

The field was silent, and everyone was stunned.

Zhao Hao couldn't figure it out, and he cried in his heart, could it be that the mountain was nine-ren, and the effort was squandered, and the cold stove would not be burned?

The next scene shocked him and everyone was shocked.

Zhao Jin straightened his sleeves with both hands, pushed the golden mountain and turned the jade pillar, and then knelt in front of Zhao Shouzheng.

"Uh, what is Mr. Zhao doing?" Amid the uproar, Zhao Shouzheng hurriedly helped Zhao Jin with both hands, trying to pull him up.

Zhao Jin was very determined, kowtowed heavily to Zhao Shouzheng, and whispered loudly: "Nephew, Zhao Jin, the 27th generation grandson of Taizu of the Song Dynasty, pay homage to my uncle!"

"What?"

“What?”

As everyone was talking, Zhao Hao blinked his eyes hard to look at Zhao Jin. Unexpectedly, this father-in-law was the same as him, so he had no wonder he dared to be his teacher.

"Then are you the King of Yan or the King of Qin?" Zhao Shouzheng was there and was very careful. Zhao's surname was a long history, and not everyone could have anything to do with the royal family of the Song Dynasty.

The King of Yan did not refer to Zhu Di, but Zhao Dezhao. The King of Wei was Zhao Defang, which were the two left by Zhao Kuangyin.

"The King of Yan is the same." Zhao Jin said, and further said: "Zhao, the garden of Nanping Gong."

"Oh? The closer you talk, the closer you get." Zhao Shouzheng said in surprise: "We are also the Garden Zhao. Then our generational words should be "establishing a guard is called Shicheng". Why are you a brocade of gold and silk?

Zhao Jin then wrote the word "Shi" on the ground with his fingers, then wiped off the stroke of his head and the word "Shi" on the bottom.

Isn’t the rest the word ‘一’?

"Hidden deeply." Zhao Shouzheng nodded and received a gift from his nephew in his fifties.

Then, under the order of Zhao Shouzheng, Zhao Hao gave Zhao Jin a peer-like ceremony.

Zhao Jin also bowed and returned the favor, saying "Brother" with his mouth. His old-fashioned expression on his face was replaced by the kindness from the heart.

Zhao Hao suddenly realized that no wonder that he was close to Zhao Jin that day, and said that he could not write the word "Zhao" in one stroke. When everyone was a family five hundred years ago, they didn't take care of themselves.

To put it bluntly, are you worthy of the surname Zhao?

Now that he is indeed a good friend of Zhao, Zhao Jin naturally lost the arrogance of keeping people thousands of miles away. He held his hand and said intimately, "Kun Zhong must walk around often," and "the brotherly and sisterly feelings must not be abandoned." This made people feel goose bumps when they heard it.

Zhao Hao felt it was incredible. How many generations have he passed? Can he still be considered a brother?

However, this cold stove seems to be burning... right?

ps. Haha, I didn't expect it, but I didn't kneel down after all. Please recommend votes and comments
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