After a long time, the deputy censor held Zhao Jin's cold hand and said to him warmly: "Senior, why don't you thank him north?"

"Ah, yes..." Zhao Jin woke up like a dream, and hurriedly knelt down toward the capital and kowtowed heavily: "My minister Zhao Jin, thank the late emperor for his magnanimity, thank your majesty for his kindness! Long live my emperor!"

When Zhao Jin finished thanking him, the deputy censor helped him up again and said with a kind face: "When the old senior asked for his appointment for the people, the younger generation was still in the six ministries to observe politics. At that time, he admired the old generation's character very much. Therefore, as soon as this good news came, the younger generation rushed to congratulate the old generation."

"Uh, okay, thank you sir." Zhao Jin seemed to be in a dream, and was completely confused.

Zhao Hao appeared beside him at some point and asked Fang De to bring out a plate of silver as a reward for his entourage. He then bowed to the deputy chief censor and invited him to the shop for tea and rest.

"What is this?" The deputy censor looked at the young man and thought he was Zhao Jin's nephew, so he was very polite.

"This is my brother." Zhao Jin came to his senses and took Zhao Hao's hand to introduce him: "Thanks to my brother and neighbors over the years, I can survive until today."

"So it's, Zhao... Brother." The deputy censor felt awkward, but he still treated Zhao Hao with peers.

Then he thought, there was nothing wrong with the same clan and uncle who was younger than his nephew. He asked with a smile: "It seems like the restaurant is opening today. Why did you hear the boss say that something seems to be going wrong here?"

Otherwise, his entourage wouldn't have fired a street-telling gun.

"Yes, an official bullyed our brothers and came to the door to ask for 100 taels of tea and water, otherwise they would not be allowed to open the door." Zhao Hao smiled and looked at Li Jiutian who was about to faint and said, "Isn't this my brother argued with him, and he actually scolded my brother for being a thief and was going to beat him..."

"What!?" The Censor immediately changed his face, pointed at Li Jiutian who was lying on the ground like a mud, and shouted: "Sure enough, the foot of the car and boat shop should be killed without guilt! He dared to insult and beat the imperial officials! Come on, set it up for me and slap my mouth!"

The follower of the waist suspended Pu Dao rushed up like a wolf or a tiger, setting up the begging for mercy.

Then someone put on a thick cowhide glove, waved his hand, and slapped Li Jiutian in the face.

"Oh, ah..."

As Li Jiutian screamed, his mouth and cheeks turned blue and purple. After a few more strokes, he started bleeding from his mouth and nose.

After stuttering, the deputy chief censor ordered Changsui to say, "Put the name of this official, send this dog's killing material to the county government, and ask the magistrate to punish him strictly!"

"Yes!" Chang Sui waved his hand casually and asked his subordinates to drag Li Jiutian, who was like a dead dog, to go to Shangyuan County Government.

As for those white soldiers, they naturally had a long time ago, but no one would be in trouble with Li Jiutian.

After packing up Li Jiutian, Zhao Hao invited Lord Xie to the store for tea again. Unexpectedly, Lord Xie bowed and said, "Brother Yu is in business, so I'll bother you another day."

He patted his forehead again and smiled at Zhao Jin, "I almost forgot about the serious matter."

As he said that, he waved his hand and two officials took out all the official uniforms such as neatly folded official robes, black veils, official boots, leather belts, etc.

"Tomorrow is the first day of the yamen. The old senior will be in the hour of the Mao period. Lord Zongxian will personally issue a notice." Lord Xie solemnly handed the official uniform to Zhao Jin. After saying that, he said goodbye and got into the sedan chair, without even a cup of tea, let alone having a meal.

"Is this a bit rude?" Looking at the sedan chair that was leaving, Yu Jia asked Zhao Jin.

"As the Censor, it's all like this." Zhao Jin stroked the green official robe in his arms and replied with a smile: "In the future, you can't treat me to a meal."

"Then it's not illegal to enter your own restaurant, right?" Zhao Hao asked with a smile.

"We should avoid suspicion." Zhao Jin shook his head with a wry smile.

"Isn't this open yet?" Zhao Hao pulled Zhao Jin into the store and said with a smile: "It's the younger brother who celebrates the old brother's revival. Is it okay now?"

"This is OK..." Zhao Jin then entered the store with him.

I heard Zhao Hao say to all the villagers again: "Everyone Gao is in together. Today, I will have a double happiness. I will treat you to a drink!"

The neighbors rushed into the restaurant happily, and in a short while, they sat in a full seat.

Today, Zhao Hao had a plan to invite the villagers to have a meal in the restaurant, which was to give a preview for tomorrow's business. After all, there were more than a dozen people in the restaurant, and if they didn't get started in advance, they would definitely be in a hurry tomorrow.

Soon, the guys carried large wooden pallets and brought up the cold plates that had been prepared long ago.

In the kitchen, the chef also cooked the stove and prepared the ingredients. The chef began to fry and stir-fry it vigorously!

All dishes are exactly the same as tomorrow's menu. The only difference is that today's dishes do not include the "extreme fresh flour" secretly made by Zhao Hao.

But the chef's skills, high-quality ingredients, and the dishes they make are delicious food themselves. The food was praised by the neighbors and said that they would come to take care of their business in the future.

This made Shopkeeper Fang and others laugh and cry. If the neighbors knew the boss’s price, they would be slamming the table and cursing themselves?

"It turns out that the young master doesn't let the food add, it's kind-hearted." Yu Jia Chang leaned against the counter and whispered to Fang De: "Otherwise, they will feel that everything they eat will tasteless."

Fang Deshen nodded with it and watched the neighbors toast to Zhao Hao and Zhao Jin brothers one after another. He hurriedly said to Yu Jia: "Stop it, Mr. Zhao... I'll be in the morning tomorrow, so I can't get drunk."

Toasting Zhao Hao was even more irritating. He was still a child...

After noon, the neighbors were full of food and farewell.

Qiaoqiao's mother and Si Ya took the guys to clean up the mess. Fang Jiangui, Gao Laohan and Yu Jia three took the time to check the gaps based on the problems exposed today.

Zhao Hao has always been care about errands, so he asked Gao Wu to go back with the drunk Zhao Jin. He was tired for a day and had to take a break quickly.

When he got off the nap, it was already full of red clouds, and Zhao Shouzheng also went home.

It’s not that the Imperial College has finished school early, but that the sky is longer and the night is shorter, so Mr. Zhao finally doesn’t need to go back and spend the moon.

Hearing the good news that Zhao Jinguan had resumed his post, Zhao Shouzheng was very happy. He was as if he had become an official by himself, and he was excitedly rubbed his hands in the main hall and shouted:

"Qiaoqiao, let your father bring the table and take another jar of daughter red. I want to celebrate my nephew!"

"Father, just say it if you are greedy for wine." Zhao Hao hurriedly stopped him and said, "My old brother will arrange the yamen tomorrow morning, so you can't drink to make things happen."

"It's okay." Zhao Jin waved his hand and said, "It's rare to be happy. Brother Yu has a drink with his uncle. I don't have to study tonight!"

"Then the relationship is good!" Zhao Shouzheng was overjoyed.

But after three rounds of drinking, Zhao Shouzheng couldn't help but feel sorry for his nephew.

"The court is so indifferent. I have been wronged by my nephew for so many years and have not compensated me for promotion. I even let him be a seventh-rank censor like sesame and green beans..."

"Oh, I'm already satisfied that I can be lucky enough to be re-official after being lucky enough to be en-ping." Zhao Jin touched his gray hair and sighed: "What else do you expect when you are an old man?"

Zhao Hao smiled and said, "Old brother, don't be so pessimistic. I see your seal hall red, the lucky stars shine, and you will be promoted to three levels in a row, just around the corner!"

"Haha, then Brother Cheng is so auspicious..." Zhao Jin said that Zhao Hao was joking, but he didn't take it to heart.

Little do you know that Zhao Hao’s statement is still conservative...
Chapter completed!