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- After dinner, Blacksmith Gao washed the dishes, and Zhao Hao directed Gao Wu and Fang Wen to clean up the west wing, which was full of debris. Then he set up the broken bed where Zhao Hao originally slept and used it as Fang Wen's residence.
This west wing is connected to the kitchen and is quite small to begin with. Zhao Hao bought a lot of things these days, and they were all piled up against the wall. Now that the bed is propped up against the window, there is only one corridor left in the room, and the two of them cannot miss each other.
"How about you sleep in the same room with Brother Gao?" Zhao Hao suggested as he couldn't bear it. Relatively speaking, the east wing room where Gao Wu lived was much more spacious.
Fang Wen looked at Gao Wu with a fierce face, his head shaking like a rattle.
"It's great here. I always sleep on a dirt bed at home"
"Uh" Zhao Hao was stunned: "A bed made of soil?"
"I made it out of clay, and put a bed board on top." Fang Wen explained in a low voice: "Many people on this street sleep on beds like this."
"Alas, the life of a military household is indeed too difficult." Zhao Hao sighed and asked Fang Wendao: "Is your family also a military household?"
"No," Fang Wen shook his head and said quietly: "My family is a private household, and I moved here when it became dilapidated."
Zhao Haoxin said that Caijia Lane is indeed a gathering place for poor households and there are thieves and soldiers. No wonder the housing prices cannot rise; no wonder he won the title of the richest man in this street so easily.
He originally wanted to ask Fang Wen how his home was in ruins, but he was thinking about his father, so he stopped talking and let the two of them rest.
When he came out of the courtyard, Blacksmith Gao had already packed up the dishes and put them in the basket, ready to carry them back to the front for use tomorrow.
Zhao Hao suddenly remembered something, stopped him and said, "I'm free this evening. Grind those Yao Zhu into powder for me and bring them over later."
"Yes, Young Master." After these two days of getting used to it, Gao Tiejian has completely stepped into the role and considered himself a servant of the Zhao family.
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There was no one else in the main room, so Zhao Hao made a pot of tea with the newly purchased purple clay pot and carried it into the east room.
In the east room, Zhao Shouzheng was sitting at the table, biting the tip of his pen and thinking hard about the white characters.
Zhao Hao gently put down the saucer and asked, "Did father encounter any unpleasantness at the cultural gathering?"
"Alas, brother Fan Xian made a mistake."
Zhao Shouzheng sighed and then told Zhao Hao what happened during the day.
Zhao Hao couldn¡¯t help but widened his eyes after hearing this: ¡°My father spends all day quoting scriptures, but he can¡¯t compose poetry?¡±
"My father also likes food, but he can't cook either" Zhao Shouzheng spread his hands and said: "Actually, I can barely do it, but the atmosphere at that time, my father felt that he wanted to save face, which seemed quite uncomfortable. wisdom."
"Indeed" Zhao Hao nodded in agreement, and then said with tears in his eyes: "Father can actually think of this, our hard life is really not in vain!"
"Well, as a father, I also feel that I have made a lot of progress recently." Zhao Shouzheng immediately smiled when he heard this, and said coquettishly: "I really want to live like this for a few more days"
"Seriously?" Zhao Hao looked at him, put his hand on the mahogany desk and said, "Then I will have someone restore the home to its original state tomorrow"
"Haha, you are joking for your father" Zhao Shouzheng could only say: "Who would let go of a good life? You think I am stupid, right?"
"Hahaha" The father and son laughed for a while, and Zhao Haocai raised his eyebrows and said: "Those idiots dare to look down on my father, let's see how I deal with them!"
"Son, that's a royal temple, don't use force." Zhao Shouzheng hurriedly waved his hands and said: "Besides, those are people of high status, we can't afford to offend them."
"Who said I was going to be violent?" Zhao Hao raised his eyebrows and said, "Didn't they ask you to write poems? I will think about it at night and help you write some poems for you tomorrow morning!"
Although Zhao Shouzheng disagreed, he was still deeply moved.
"It's enough for my son to have this heart. Don't bother thinking about it, it will affect your sleep."
Zhao Hao knew that he didn¡¯t believe it, so he stopped talking and went back to the house.
Zhao Shouzheng continued to sit at the table, looking for chapters and excerpts, but after a while, he fell asleep on the table and made a pig's noise.
When he suddenly woke up, the rooster was already crowing three times outside, and the sky was bright.
Zhao Shouzheng wiped the saliva from his mouth, stretched and sighed: "Oh, it's really not the material for poetry. Forget it, studies are more important, let's not get into trouble"
Before he finished speaking, he saw a pile of manuscript paper on the table.
Zhao Shouzheng picked it up and looked at it, and saw a poem written on each piece of paper. The rather childish handwriting was that of Zhao Hao.
Zhao ShouzhengHis movements were broken and he didn't care about reading the poem, so he rushed out of the east room with those pieces of manuscript paper, planning to praise him first no matter how nonsense the poem was.
But when he opened the door curtain of the west room, he saw Zhao Hao lying on the bed and sleeping soundly.
But Zhao Shouzheng felt very distressed, thinking that this child must not have slept all night, so he quickly gently lowered the door curtain and quietly retreated to his room.
¡° Then he bothered to take a look at how childlike and cute his son¡¯s debut novel must be.
Who would have thought that he would be shocked when he saw this.
"this¡¡"
"This this¡¡"
"This, this, this"
Zhao Shouzheng looked through the poems one by one as if possessed, rubbing his eyes hard over and over again, and sat down on the ground in disbelief.
He has been studying for almost thirty years. Even if he does not have poetic talent, he still has a good appreciation level. Naturally, it can be seen that these six articles are rare and top-notch works in this dynasty!
The peak of poetry was in the Tang and Song Dynasties. Although scholars in the Ming Dynasty loved to write poems and lyrics, they had few outstanding works. Zhao Shouzheng felt that each of these six poems written by his son could represent the pinnacle of Ming poetry
Zhao Shouzheng's face was filled with tears of excitement, and he got up from the ground tremblingly. I wanted to rush in and hug my son, but thinking that he was catching up on his sleep and couldn't be disturbed, I had to suppress my excitement and quietly walked out of the main room.
In the yard, Gao Wu was boxing vigorously. When he saw the old man coming out with tears streaming down his face, he was so frightened that he quickly stopped his moves and cast an inquiring look.
"Quick, I'll burn incense to worship God!" Zhao Shouzheng said excitedly and nonsense: "I want to thank my ancestors and God for giving me little Li Bai!"
But how can he have a god in his family? Embarrassed, Gao Wu scratched his head and finally remembered someone, pointed to the kitchen and said:
"Only the Stove Lord"
¡°Don¡¯t dislike it!¡±
Zhao Shouzheng didn't care about that much anymore, and immediately offered three sticks of incense to the Stove Lord, kowtowed respectfully, and silently asked the old man to send a message to the gods nearby. Only then did he calm down a little bit from the excitement in his heart.
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When Zhao Shouzheng came out of the kitchen, Fan Datong came.
"Wow wow wow, wow wow wow" Fan Datong shouted as he looked at the completely new look inside and outside the house. "Did Uncle Shi be reinstated? Or did my brother dig up the gold hidden in the former dynasty from the backyard?"
"Please keep your voice down, don't disturb my son." Zhao Shouzheng glared at him and said proudly: "My son earned this all, how about it, I'm good, right?"
"Ah, since it was written by my nephew, what does it have to do with my brother?" Fan Datong asked strangely.
"The son was not born to me?" Zhao Shouzheng spat, put the copied poem in his sleeve and said, "To be able to give birth to such an outstanding son, I am really a genius as a father."
"Uh, okay" Fan Datong smacked his lips. He had no children and couldn't understand this. Then he changed the subject and said: "Brother, there is still a literary meeting today. I have confirmed that this is really a literary meeting, and it is in the north and south of the Great Baoen Temple, so I will definitely not meet those people"
Zhao Shouzheng shook his head decisively and said, "No, go to Baoen Temple!"
"Brother, Master Xuelang asked you to go again today, actually to help you out. Don't let down other people's good intentions." Fan Datong was stunned, thinking that it was too late to hide, brother, why are you still trying to get closer?
Zhao Shouzheng nodded confidently and said:
"You gave me papaya and repaid you with Qiongju. You must go as a brother!"
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