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Chapter 39 The revengeful Mr. Zhao

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    After Zhao Hao dried the ink, carefully folded the piece of paper and put it away, Zhao Shouzheng stretched out his hand and said flatteringly:

    "Son, how about you insult your father a few more times?"

    Zhao Hao was shocked when he heard this: "If you ask father to write, do you still need retouching fees?"

    "That's not true." Zhao Shouzheng said with a smile: "Isn't it the day after tomorrow that I have a rest on the first day of the new year? I am going to attend a cultural gathering for my father"

    ?According to the regulations of the Imperial College, all the supervisors are given leave during the first lunar month of the lunar month, and the remaining days are spent in lectures, re-lectures, and endorsements. It is normal to take turns to attend classes.  To put it simply, you only have two days off on the first and fifteenth day of the month, and you have to go to class the rest of the time. The intensity of the classwork is comparable to that of a senior high school student

    Zhao Hao saw that Zhao Shouzheng was wearing stars and moon every day and was working very hard at school. Hearing this, he said: "It's so easy to have a day off. How about resting at home?"

    "Of course that's fine, but the scientific examination is coming soon, and as a father, I have to sharpen my gun in battle, otherwise I will be ashamed of my son." Then Zhao Shouzheng said righteously: "The literary meeting in the future will be hosted by Master Xuelang, and the standards are very high.  "

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

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

    "Why does my son look down on Master Xuelang so much?" Zhao Shouzheng asked puzzledly: "Although he comes from a wealthy family, he voluntarily took the ordination and became a monk, and studied Buddhism intensively. At the age of eighteen, he was proficient in the inner canon, and became a deputy lecturer.  A master of the Huayan Sect."

    "If he is a serious monk, what kind of cultural conference will he hold?" Zhao Hao asked, "Do any serious monks hold a cultural conference?"

    "Well, this is understandable." Zhao Shouzheng obviously admired Xuelang and hurriedly explained for the monk: "Not many years ago, Dabaoen Temple was hit by thunder and fire. Although the glazed pagoda was unharmed, there were many galleries in each hall.  After it was burned down, Master Xuelang made a great wish to rebuild the Great Baoen Temple, and this cultural gathering was held to raise donations."

    As he spoke, he said leisurely and fascinatedly: "Master Xuelang not only studies Buddhism intensively, but is also a leader in the Jinling poetry circle, but there is no one in the world. If it is not for fundraising, an old supervisor like my father would not be qualified to approach him.  .¡±

    "He said he was a serious monk" Zhao Hao chuckled.

    Seeing that Zhao Hao was disapproving, Zhao Shouzheng stopped insisting and said, "Then I won't go"

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

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

    "Hehe, you know your son loves your father the most" Zhao Shouzheng chuckled and stretched out his hand to get some money.

    Zhao Hao held down the two silver ingots and said with a smile, "Father, you have to do me another favor."

    "Of course it's no problem!" Zhao Shouzheng patted his chest and scratched his head shyly: "I'm not bragging as a father. What a father is best at is doing things a disservice"

    "Father, don't belittle yourself, a person has his uses. Even his shortcomings can have miraculous effects as long as they are used in the right place." Zhao Hao comforted his father.

    "How could my father feel even more sad after hearing this" Zhao Shouzheng laughed twice before he thought of asking his son what he wanted to do.

    "You'll know tomorrow." Zhao Hao didn't want to tell him now: "Let's go somewhere tomorrow."

    "I'm still going to jail tomorrow"

    Zhao Hao then pondered for a moment and said: "Father feels cold occasionally. Please ask Uncle Fan Shi to ask for leave tomorrow."

    "I'm fine, oh" Zhao Shouzheng paused for a moment before suddenly saying: "You want me to take a day off? That's okay, but I've been absent from too many classes before, so Gou Xuezheng will probably mark me down again.  ¡±

    "It doesn't matter. My father can go back to prison in the afternoon. Just cough a few more times in class. Then Gou Xuezheng will not only not scold you, but also think that you will take his words to heart." Zhao Hao said.  Speaking from experience.  "Maybe I will choose to forgive you."

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

    "Haha" Zhao Hao was speechless and said in his heart that when it comes to studying, I am not a few years less than you.

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    Early the next morning, Gao Wu followed Zhao Hao's instructions and spent two coins to rent Shen Laoyao's carriage for half a day.

    Normally, you don¡¯t need a driver to rent a carriage. You have to give at least a few taels of silver as a deposit before the owner can rest assured.  But Shen Laoyao was so determined to curry favor with the young rich man that he didn't even ask for a deposit and kept volunteering, saying that he could help. Gao Wu naturally wouldn't agree.

    Qi Jiajun SouthDuring the Northern War, Gao Wu was an expert in riding and driving. He sat sideways on the shaft of the carriage, skillfully controlled the carriage, and drove the father and son south.

    The carriage passed through the streets and alleys, and soon passed the Bell and Drum Tower. It continued southward for a long time before slowly stopping.

    Zhao Shouzheng got out of the car, saw the familiar big stone bridge, and asked strangely: "Are you going to Hubu Street?"

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

    "You said Deheng is worthy" Zhao Shouzheng replied smoothly, and immediately said with a face full of embarrassment: "So you kid already knows?"

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

    "You brat, you're so mysterious." Zhao Shouzheng took the unused envelope, took out the paper inside and unfolded it, but he became more and more confused.

    "Isn't this the stuff you asked me to copy last night? It's a piece of cake that's not as good as a horse's mouth."

    "Yeah." Zhao Hao nodded and stared at the three-story pawnshop that stood out from the crowd on Hubu Street. He could still remember what happened to his father that day, and he still felt itchy with hatred when he thought about it.

    What he has been thinking about these past few days is how to get this debt back!

    Zhao Shouzheng heard Zhao Hao say word by word: "Father, take this thing and pawn it."

    Today he has to rely on a piece of torn paper to forcefully knock out enough money to buy raw silk from the hand of Zhang to vent his hatred!

    "This piece of tattered paper is too dirty to wipe your butt" Zhao Shouzheng said at a loss of whether to laugh or cry: "Son, I'm afraid my father will be beaten out."

    "If you add this, it won't happen." Zhao Hao said, taking the carton handed by Gao Wu.

    Zhao Shouzheng opened it and saw a bag of white sugar inside.  He remembered that when he was weighing in the blacksmith shop the previous time, Zhao Hao specifically asked to leave more than a pound, so that must be it.

    Zhao Shouzheng picked up the paper bag and weighed it. Sure enough, it was more than a kilogram.  Just when he was about to put it back, he saw a piece of paper pressed at 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 do you still have my signature and signature?" Zhao Shouzheng unfolded the document and saw that the seller clearly wrote his name on it, and there was a genuine signature and signature.

    "Father, you are such a noble man who forgets things" Zhao Hao rolled his eyes at him helplessly. This is why he had to go to the door of his house before confessing to Zhao Shouzheng.

    He was afraid that if he said it too early, the old father would forget the key points and start talking nonsense after entering, which would be self-defeating.

    After being reminded by him, Zhao Shouzheng patted his head and said, "Remember, before you entered Tang Ji, you asked me to sign on two pieces of white paper."

    After finishing speaking, Mr. Zhao said without shame: "It can be seen that studying for my father has entered a state where I have forgotten both things and myself."

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