On the way, Zhao Hao asked about his husband's illness again.

Xu Bangrui said that his father was doing well during the Chinese New Year, but he suddenly fell a few days ago and began to be bedridden. He was not very conscious and even showed signs of incontinence.

Zhao Hao thought to himself that this was almost like brain diseases such as cerebral ischemia, cerebral infarction, etc. The accurate memory of his previous life told him that his husband should have returned to the west in February of the fourth year of Longqing. In short, he still has less than one year of life...

Of course, there is no need to tell Xu Bangrui about this, nor does it mean to persuade him to spend more time with Xu Pengju, and the father and son try to reconcile without leaving any regrets.

In Mr. Zhao's view of right and wrong, forgiveness is a virtue, but if you advise others to forgive others, you are just a mother who is full and has nothing to do. You can speak without any pain when you stand and speak, and you will feel disgusting.

So he just asked again, would Jiangnan Hospital need to send an expert to the hospital?

Xu Bangrui hesitated for a moment and said slowly: "There are several imperial doctors and national players in Jinling City. If you hire someone from outside, you are afraid that it will be too much. Let's see the effect of their treatment first. If you don't have it, please bother Dean Wan and the others."

"Okay." Zhao Hao nodded and said no more. He thought fortunately he didn't advise him to make peace with his father...

After a while of silence, Xu Bangrui said again: "By the way, Mrs. Zheng has been crying in front of her father's bed recently."

Zhao Hao thought to himself, I saw Chang Wei beat Lai Fu. But he said seriously: "Sorry, the law is unkind. If you are dissatisfied with serving your sentence, unless the court pardons you, the county will not release you in advance."

"I won't force you." Xu Bangrui looked at Zhao Hao deeply, and talking to smart people was simple.

He shook Zhao Hao's hand and whispered: "My father is seriously ill and can't accompany you to Longjiang Factory. If you need any help, just speak up. Although my father has fallen, the Duke of Wei's Mansion will never fall."

The domineering aura contained in this plain tone is beyond the reach of Mr. Zhao.

There is no way, this is the case with hereditary substitution...

~~

The carriage put Xu Bangrui at the Jiangdong Gate and continued to drive towards the stone camp next to the Yangtze River.

Looking at the fine rain outside, Ma Xianglan suddenly whispered: "I don't like this person."

Zhao Hao smiled and stretched out his hand, held Sister Ma's Rouyi, and said slowly: "There are hundreds of thousands of families in Jianghuai, and they are in despair."

Ma Xianglan is kind-hearted and has been with Zhao Hao for the longest time, so she naturally understands what he means. In the face of some grand questions that are overwhelming, personal likes and dislikes are not important at all.

Even good and evil do not matter. The decision is the enemy or the friend, and only the position of both sides...

"Why should you carry these on your body?" Ma Xianglan stretched out her fingers with distress and gently rubbed his slightly frown brows. Finally, she asked the questions that had been pressing on her heart for a long time. "You shouldn't worry about these things."

"Because who else is better than me?" Zhao Hao clenched Sister Ma's little hand domineeringly, making her face beat enthusiastically. The young master seemed to have grown up a lot.

Unfortunately, Longjiang Shipyard arrived at this time.

Seeing a convoy coming in the rain, the officers and soldiers of the Tijuan Division who were guarding the camp gate hurriedly shouted loudly for interrogation.

After the guards revealed their identity, the officers and soldiers of the Tiexue Division hurried in and reported that the God of Wealth was here.

After a while, the closed door of the shipyard slowly opened, and the convoy entered from the downstairs of Shuiguan City.

When Zhao Hao opened the car window, he looked at the mottled stone wall. The incomplete lookout building highlighted a kind of vicissitudes of perseverance in the rain.

Well, it was purely the psychological effect of his overly excited at the moment.

~~

Zhao Hao ordered the guard to park the carriage by the Zuotang and then get out of the car in the rain.

Ma Xianglan quickly got out of the car and stood behind him and held up an umbrella.

Mr. Zhao looked at the rows of five-masted ships neatly arranged in the ponds, and his heart was almost jumping out of his chest.

It was getting late and it was raining again, so the shipbuilders had already finished their work, and the huge shipyard was quiet.

Suddenly, the rapid sound of clogging water slapped, and Yang Fan rushed over panting.

"Didn't the young master say that he is here tomorrow?" After seeing the ceremony, he asked with breath.

"I can't wait, I can hear their shouts." Zhao Hao used the general's gaze to inspect the soldiers under his command, staring at these thousand-stuffed sea boats excitedly, and muttered: "Go to sea, go to sea, don't wait for a moment..."

Ma Xianglan behind her felt heartbroken, her eyes turned red, and she quickly turned her head away quietly.

Yang Fan is not as sensitive and delicate as Sister Ma. He used the thinking of a later engineer to eliminate Mr. Zhao's lyricism:

"Young master, I can't be anxious. These boats have only completed carpentry work, and there is no hemp and tree oil to apply the wall joints inside. There are no dry oil workers on the hull, as well as cables, sails, decoration... There are a lot of work that has not been done. It will take two months to get into the water at the earliest!"

"Didn't it mean that forty ships were built?" Mr. Zhao's excitement disappeared immediately and almost fell into the pond.

"The main carpentry work has indeed been completed." Yang Fan hurriedly defended: "The carpenters have prepared materials for the other forty ships, and construction will be started soon."

The treasure shipyard built for the voyage fleet in the Western Ocean is so willful.

"What I want is a boat that can get into the water!" Mr. Zhao was so angry that his nose was crooked.

"It's not so urgent," Yang Fan lowered his head in fear, muttering in a low voice: "Even if you can get into the water, you have to try the voyage for two months first. You can go to sea after you have no trouble."

"It will take two months? That's four months?" Zhao Hao felt the heart of this guy after eating.

"This is the fastest speed. The ships customized by the imperial court will be delivered in one to two years." Yang Fan lowered his head and rubbed his fingers to each other: "The officials must be responsible for the Longjiang Factory's two hundred years of sign."

After a pause, he whispered: "Prince, I'm going to give you a boat now. Do you dare to drive out to sea? This is a thousand-stuff sea boat, which the court does not allow the people to own..."

"Uh..." Mr. Zhao was speechless immediately, and then he realized that he was excited and actually forgot about this.

His first planned voyage was not enough to use these thousand-featured sea ships.

Mr. Zhao immediately disappeared and glared at him and said, "Let me get wet in the rain?"

"Oh, my son, please go to the yamen to shelter from the rain. The official has already asked someone to prepare dinner. Please be sure to enjoy the food." Yang Fan quickly said respectfully.

"This is almost the same." Mr. Zhao turned around and the carriage.

~~

The Taijuan Office is a small courtyard with two entrances. The front is the office space of the yamen and the back is the place where Yang Fan and his family live.

The family was noisy, and Yang Fan was embarrassed to bring Zhao Hao back and the leader set up a banquet in the holding hall to entertain Mr. Zhao.

"The food is good." Mr. Zhao, under the service of Secretary Ma and Qiaoqiao, had dried his hair, changed into a robe with green cloth, and came out of the side hall to enter the seat.

"It's all for the young master." Yang Fan finally smiled and said, "The life of the craftsmen in the factory is getting better. I, as a person who is a steward, dare to enjoy it a little, and don't worry about being stabbed."
Chapter completed!