The next morning, at three o'clock in the morning, Zhao Hao left Fengwu Garden with sleepy eyes.

Because he often stayed out overnight, the family tacitly agreed not to wait for him to have breakfast, but Bai Xiu habitually left him a snack to bake in a small steamer.

When she saw Zhao Hao coming, she smiled and waved to him: "Hao'er, come on, my mother made these big meat buns by herself!"

Looking at her kind face, Zhao Hao felt uncomfortable: "Mom! What happened? If you have anything to say, just say it. There is no need to torture me by making buns with your own hands!"

Hearing this, the black-faced man beside him couldn't hold back his laughter.

Bai Xiu immediately raised his face and said coldly: "What? You also feel that this is torture? That's not what you said when you were young!"

The black-faced man choked twice and then stopped talking.

Zhao Hao looked at the steaming buns in front of him, still unwilling to give up: "Mom, you'd better talk about it first! Your love is too heavy, I don't know if I can deserve it!"

Bai Xiu did not blame Zhao Hao, but looked at him with a face full of joy: "Hao'er has grown up! Mother was worried that you wasted your talents before, but she didn't expect that when the literary world of Huang Country was under criticism, the first

It was you who stepped forward!"

Zhao Hao: "..."

Bai Xiu became more and more excited as he spoke: "Everyone in Kyoto says that my son is a playboy, but look at now, Haoer, you raise your arms and tens of thousands of people come forward. How did you say that?

?These people say they don’t want it, but their bodies are more honest than anyone else!”

Zhao Hao was so overwhelmed by the praise that he waved his hands repeatedly and said, "What the hell! My mother taught me better!"

"No, no, no! Mom has only read those few books, how can she teach well?"

Bai Xiu looked at her son, and the more she looked at her, the more satisfied she became: "So my mother spent a lot of money to hire some gentlemen from other countries for you. Although their literary talent may not be better than yours, they still know more things than you. These days

Just don’t go out yet and just study at home!"

Zhao Hao was stunned.

Good guy, are you waiting here for me?

He immediately looked stern: "I, the guardian of the noble country's cultural heritage, do I need someone else to teach me?"

The black-faced man also echoed in a low voice: "Yes! My literary talent, Hao'er, is unmatched in the world. Do I need someone to teach me?"

The father and son looked at each other and were both a little touched!

"Shut up!"

Bai Xiu glanced at the black-faced man and saw that the latter shrank his neck. Then he looked at Zhao Hao and continued: "Hao'er! Mom knows you are crazy, but you have to think about it. The Mid-Autumn Festival is coming soon, and the envoy from Qi State is here."

Before we leave, caravans from other countries are also coming to do business.

It is true that the words you said yesterday excited the people of our deserted country, but if the literati from other countries heard it, would they be able to spare you? Just this morning, many literati came to your door to challenge you for poems.

!

It’s not that I don’t believe in your literary talent, but if you don’t learn new things, you have to win once and win twice. How can you win every time? So why don’t you go out these days and let the gentlemen do it?

You work hard for a while, and when the time comes, the soldiers will come and cover up the water and the earth! What do you think?"

Seeing her earnest words, Zhao Hao couldn't help but feel a little touched in his heart.

One thing to say, although Bai Xiu is a bit of a chicken boy, his ideas are still right.

In the entire Zhenguo Mansion, she seemed to be the only one who was educating her son seriously. The old man and the black-faced man were completely holding him back.

only……

I have big things to do in the next few days, so how can I have time to study with those so-called gentlemen?

Zhao Hao smiled contemptuously: "Mom, don't worry! If the great scholars from other countries are really here, I might even look at them! With what we have in the desert country now, if we don't reunite with our families near the Mid-Autumn Festival, why should we put it aside?

People from other countries who do business and make money, all of them are not worthy of licking my feet!"

When Bai Xiu heard what he said, she suddenly became furious: "You, you damn kid!"

She glared at the black-faced man: "How did you promise me just now? Say something quickly!"

The black-faced man snarled a few times, looked at Zhao Hao and advised: "Hao'er! We have spent all the money, gentlemen are already on their way, we can't waste money..."

Bai Xiu nodded with satisfaction.

At critical moments, the black-faced man is still reliable.

Zhao Hao's eyes widened with sadness.

Is this father unreliable?

The black-faced man felt a little uncomfortable being looked at, and continued to add: "The main thing is that everyone has been invited, and it would be a bit bad to turn them away. What I mean is to invite them here, eat and drink for free.

Haha... are they worthy of teaching my sons?"

"Dad! What you said makes sense!"

Zhao Hao quickly agreed, feeling deeply moved.

You can always trust blackface men!

Bai Xiu raised his eyebrows: "You two will stay here with me..."

Before he finished speaking, the concierge Lao Han hurried over.

"Sir! Madam! The gentleman is already outside the door!"

Bai Xiu frowned slightly and said with some confusion: "Didn't I say that after they come over, just invite them in?"

Han Jianfeng was a little embarrassed: "They said, how can you ask a concierge to invite you?"

At this time, the faces of the family of three all darkened.

It is true that you should treat your husband with respect, regardless of his status.

Even if he is an emperor, he cannot be bossy when dealing with the prince or tutor, otherwise it will be disrespectful.

But the problem is...

The black-faced man spat: "Damn it! Did you give them face? We spent a thousand gold, or used our own carriage to pick them up and show off?"

"A thousand gold coins?"

Zhao Hao also cursed: "Several of my poems cannot reach this price! Do they deserve it?"

After hearing the father and son scolding each other so harshly, Bai Xiu surprisingly did not refute.

This time, I spent a lot of money to use the carriage used by the old Zhao family.

It can be said that the etiquette is enough.

If these people are really famous scholars in their respective countries, of course there is no problem for us to go out and greet them in person.

The problem is, you are really just ordinary gentlemen, the most knowledgeable one, but you are just a scholar who gave up his official position and went into business.

Not even a Jinshi!

Do you really expect us to treat you as a distinguished guest?

What do you think about putting on a show outside the house?

Zhao Hao glanced at Bai Xiu secretly, and he already had a clue in his heart. He said to Gonghuo: "Dad! Where did our family get one thousand gold? Didn't all the money from our town government be donated as a pension? Isn't that right?

Did you get it from the betrothal gift?"

The black-faced man was indignant: "Can our old Zhao family do such a thing? This thousand gold is all the private money saved by your mother!"

Zhao Hao was immediately furious: "What! My mother has worked so hard to save all her private money for so many years, and she was deceived by these arrogant dogs? Damn it! Go and settle the score with them!"

The black-faced man was also angry: "Let's settle the score!"

The father and son looked at each other and immediately walked out angrily.

As he walked, he cursed and said, "What's wrong with the concierge? Concierges are human beings too! Is the concierge just a step below these rotten old people?"

Han Jianfeng looked at the menacing backs of his father and son, his expression a little complicated.

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There was a small bug earlier and it has been fixed.
Chapter completed!