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Chapter 55 Touching Memory (Happy New Year to Everyone)

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    "That's it" Tang Youde recalled briefly after hearing this, and said: "This matter has been rumored for a while, but after the Beijing inspection began, there was no news. Everyone said that several important officials in the court opposed the separation, and'  It is the ancestral policy set by Taizu Emperor Gao that no piece of wood should be put into the sea, so there is absolutely no hope for this matter."

    "It will be turned on and off within this year." Zhao Hao shook his head. The sea ban was reopened in the first year of Longqing. This is something that all high school students in later generations know.

    Of course, this reason cannot be explained, and Zhao Hao has to rearrange it.  "The Ming Dynasty's treasury has been unable to make ends meet for many years and is in urgent need of new financial resources to make up for the shortfall. More importantly, after the strict maritime ban in the past few years, more than a dozen industries in the southeast, including silk weaving, cotton spinning, porcelain making, and tea growing, have been severely affected.  A huge impact. Millions of people who work in this industry are living in poverty and find it difficult to make a living. The wealthy families in the southeast are also grieving for their incomes to drop sharply. They will definitely exert influence on His Majesty to get this done.  "

    Tang Youde nodded silently upon hearing this, feeling that what Zhao Hao said was reasonable.  He had heard that Xu Jie, the current chief minister of the cabinet, had 400,000 acres of land in Songjiang and supported tens of thousands of weavers.  The Xu family is the family most affected by the maritime ban. I think the chief assistant will probably spare no effort to facilitate this matter.

    Tang Youde's mind was spinning, and he secretly guessed that it was probably Mr. Zhao who had some connection with Mr. Xu Ge. He must know something about it.

    But he didn¡¯t know that Mr. Xu Ge was actually a secretive member of the Forbidden Sea Sect

    ¡®But if that¡¯s the case, isn¡¯t the five thousand taels of silver too shabby?  ¡¯ Tang Youde glanced at Zhao Hao and said to himself, this kid probably overheard his grandfather mention it and wanted to make some pocket money with him.

    In fact, Zhao Hao is just poor.  He took advantage of Dehengdang's contempt for his father and used a piece of waste paper to get these two thousand taels of silver.

    After completing the brainstorming on his own, Tang Youde felt that his confidence had increased a lot.  Besides, there is no point in making wild guesses after buying and leaving.  He put away his contract and smiled at Zhao Hao:

    "Since we have to do it, it should be done sooner rather than later. I'll make arrangements when I go back and I can go to the countryside to collect silk in three to five days."

    "Okay." Zhao Hao nodded. He didn't even know where the thread was, so he naturally listened to Tang Youde.

    "When will the young master go to the countryside together?" Tang Youde invited again: "During the Qingming Festival, the scenery outside Nanjing is extremely beautiful."

    "Okay." Zhao Hao nodded again, thinking that he had not left Nanjing yet and it was time to go out for some fresh air, so he readily agreed.

    ??~~

    After lunch, Zhao Hao took another nap.

    The afternoon sun shone warmly through the new Korean paper window lattice, making Zhao Hao so comfortable that he didn't want to move a finger.

    Lying lazily on the bed, Zhao Hao looked at the mosquito net above his head and made secret calculations in his heart.

    Father is now taken care of, so he doesn¡¯t have to worry about collecting and selling silk. He will go to Zhang Luo¡¯s breakfast stall tomorrow, and then he seems to have nothing to do.

    He has come up with a few more profitable deals these days, but he is biting off more than he can chew.  Second, there is insufficient capital and manpower, so we can only put it in our minds for the time being.

    You have to find something to do, right?  Otherwise, eating and sleeping like this every day would be toohappy.

    Are you making inventions?  Or write a few books?  Or go around and visit the adults who are about to recover?

    Zhao Hao secretly thought that although he knew a lot of principles, his practical ability was about zero.  So when it comes to inventions, let¡¯s wait until we find the right candidate.

    As for burning a cold stove, it requires money. He only has a few hundred taels of silver available now, which is not enough.  What's more, I don't know where the adults on the list are hiding.

    It¡¯s better to concentrate on cooking Zhao Jin¡¯s stove.

    After thinking about it, he felt that it would be better to write a few books about his past life knowledge while the memory in his mind was clear.  The cost is small, but the significance is huge.

    Thinking of this, Zhao Hao couldn't lie down anymore. He stood up like a carp, shouted to Gao Wu to grind the ink for him, then spread out the manuscript paper, picked up the pen and froze there.

    ¡®What the hell am I writing?  ¡¯

    Zhao Hao was stunned for half an hour, not thinking about which book to start from.

    In the end, I had no choice but to copy down the poems in my memory.  Although I don¡¯t plan to make a name for myself through this, it¡¯s the right thing to be prepared.

    For some unknown reason, his memory of his past life was very clear, and he could write almost every poem he read on paper without thinking.

    This made Zhao Hao very excited, thinking to himself, am I really a genius?  He quickly went to Zhao Shouzheng's desk and took a copy of "The Analects of Confucius". He quickly browsed a dozen pages, then closed the book and started writing silently.

    "This is the first chapter of the book,"??, so, so"

    Zhao Hao didn¡¯t think of the second sentence for a long time.  Then he read it several times before barely remembering four or five sentences.

    This memory in this world is really touching.

    No wonder I haven¡¯t even memorized the entire Analects of Confucius even after many years of enlightenment.

    But when Zhao Hao thought about the books he had read in his previous life, he immediately regained his clear memory.

    Zhao Hao fell into deep thought as he watched himself write nearly two thousand words of the first chapter of "Tiangong Kaiwu", "Nai Li", in one breath.

    What the hell is this?

    ??~~

    When Zhao Hao came to his senses, he found that the room was already dark.

    Gao Wu held the lamp for him, but Zhao Hao was no longer interested in writing anymore.  He only felt that when he sat down this afternoon, his wrists hurt, his shoulders were sore, and his back was still tight. He couldn't help but secretly sympathize with Zhao Shouzheng.

    Mr. Zhao is in prison every day, every day!  I don¡¯t know how he managed to endure this at such a young age.

    After stacking the written papers and locking them in the cabinet, Zhao Hao still felt very tired, so he asked Gao Wudao, who was washing his pen outside:

    "Brother Gao, are you saying it's too late for me to practice boxing with you now?"

    "It's not too late." Gao Wu answered first, then after washing his pen and standing up, he said in a low voice: "Practice martial arts can strengthen your body, and it's never too late. My dad just started following me a few days ago  Learn boxing and kicking.¡±

    "Really?" Zhao Hao asked strangely: "Why didn't I see it?"

    "Young Master has not yet woken up at that time." Gao Wu said seriously: "The right way is to hear the chicken dance. People who practice martial arts must first sharpen their mind. Practice three volts in the summer and three nine in the winter."

    After saying that, he looked at Zhao Hao and said, "Master, if you want to learn, we can teach you."

    "No, I'm just asking casually." Zhao Hao shook his head firmly and said, "I can't bear hardships or be tired."

    Isn¡¯t it just writing a book?  Do you have to do it yourself?  If I find a pretty girl to be my clerk, is it the same as my writing?

    Gao Wu nodded in disappointment and said nothing.

    At this time, Zhao Shouzheng finally came back from school, and naturally his follower Fan Datong was also indispensable.  Ever since he found out that the Zhao family was getting rich again, he used this place as a canteen and came here to eat almost every day.

    Zhao Hao naturally didn't care about him now, and thought it would be good to have someone to accompany his father to and from school.

    He was suddenly startled at the thought, and then he remembered that he had also found a bookboy for his father.

    Zhao Hao was about to shout, "Fang Wen, you haven't shown up yet", but he heard Zhao Shouzheng say excitedly: "Son, oh, oh, your song "Die Lian Hua" has reached the Imperial College today, and now the classmates don't call me by my name.  Now, they all call me 'Ci Daddy'."

    Zhao Hao rolled his eyes and said, "What's so good about being a ci dad? How great is it to be a ci sage?"

    "As you say, how can a father steal the limelight from his son? Is that still a human being?" Zhao Shouzheng shook his head, looked at his son with a smile and said, "Besides, how can a father who is a saint of poetry not be a saint of poetry?"  Okay? Come on, call Dad and listen."

    "Your pocket money is gone next month." Zhao Hao sneered and turned around to enter the house.

    "Ah, no, little ancestor, let me go" Zhao Shouzheng was pinched to the point of seven inches, and he followed him begging.

    ps. The full year of 2019 has passed, and the new year has arrived. I wish you all a happy new year, all the best, good health, and good progress!  (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com
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