After dinner, the high-speed railsmith washed the dishes, and Zhao Hao commanded Gao Wu and Fang Wen to clean up the west wing room full of sundries. Then set up the broken bed that Zhao Hao was sleeping on, and used it as Fang Wen's residence.

This west wing is connected to the room, which is quite small. These days, Zhao Hao has bought a lot of things, all of which are piled up on the side of the wall. Now that the bed was propped up by the window, there was only one aisle left in the room, and neither of them could stagger around.

"Why don't you sleep with Big Brother Gao?" Zhao Hao was a little unbearable, so he proposed. Relatively speaking, the east wing where Gao Wu lived was much more spacious.

Fang Wen looked at Gao Wu, whose face was full of fierceness, and his head shook like a rattle.

"It's amazing, I sleep on dirt beds at home......"

"Uh......" Zhao Hao was stunned: "A bed made of soil? ”

"I built it with mud, and I made a bed on it." Fang Wen explained in a low voice: "Many people on this street sleep in such beds. ”

"Alas, the life of a military household is indeed too difficult." Zhao Hao sighed and asked Fang Wendao: "Your family is also a military household?" ”

"No," Fang Wen shook his head and said quietly: "My family is a private household, and I moved here because of the dilapidation." ”

Zhao Haoxin said that Caijia Lane is really a gathering place for broken households, and there are thieves with troops, no wonder the housing prices can't go up; No wonder he won the title of the richest man on the street so easily.

He wanted to ask Fang Wen how the family was dilapidated, but he was worried about his father, so he stopped talking and let the two of them rest.

When he came out of the courtyard, the high-speed railman had already packed up the dishes and chopsticks, put them in the basket and prepared to carry them back to the front, and use them again tomorrow.

Zhao Hao suddenly remembered something, stopped him and said, "Uncle is free at night, grind those conpoys into powder for me, and bring them back." ”

"Yes, Childe." After the run-in in the past two days, the high-speed railsmith has also completely entered the role, claiming to be the servant of the Zhao family.

~~

There was no one else in the main house, so Zhao Hao used the newly bought purple clay pot to make a pot of tea 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 about Zhang Baizi.

Zhao Hao gently put down the saucer and asked, "Father, what did you encounter at the literary meeting?" ”

"Alas, Brother Fan Xian misunderstood me."

Zhao Shouzheng sighed, and then told Zhao Hao about the day.

Zhao Hao couldn't help but widen his eyes when he heard this: "My father quotes scriptures all day long, but he can't compose poems?" ”

"My father also likes food, but I can't cook...... Zhao Shouzheng spread his hands and said: "Actually, I can barely do it, but at that time, it seemed quite unwise to feel that my father would have to die to save face." ”

"It's really ......" Zhao Hao nodded thoughtfully, and then said with tears in his eyes: "Father can actually think of this section, our hard life is really not in vain!" ”

"Well, my father also feels that he has grown a lot recently." Zhao Shouzheng smiled when he heard this, and said shyly: "I really want to have a few more days like that......"

"Really?" Zhao Hao looked at him, pressed his hand on the mahogany desk and said, "Then tomorrow, I will let people restore the house to its original ......"

"Hehe, it's ...... to laugh for my father" Zhao Shouzheng had no choice but to say: "Who will let go of a good life?" You think I'm stupid, don't you? ”

"Hahaha......" The father and son laughed for a while, and Zhao Hao raised his eyebrows and said: "Those dogs actually dare to look down on their father, look at how I clean them up!" ”

"Son, that's a royal temple, don't be touched." Zhao Shouzheng hurriedly waved his hand and said, "What's more, those are all people with status, we can't afford to mess with them." ”

"Who said I'm going to be rough?" Zhao Hao raised his eyebrows and said, "Didn't they ask you to compose poems?" I'll be thinking about it at night, and I'll help you make a few songs tomorrow morning! ”

Although Zhao Shouzheng didn't think so, he was still moved.

"It's enough for my son to have this heart, don't bother with it, it will affect 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 sentences, but after a while, he fell asleep on the table and made a pig cry.

When he woke up suddenly, the rooster had crowed three times outside, and the sky was bright.

Zhao Shouzheng wiped the saliva from his mouth, stretched his waist and sighed: "Alas, it's really not the material for making poetry, forget it, it's still important to study, don't touch that moldy head......"

Before he could finish speaking, he saw a stack of manuscript papers on the table.

Zhao Shouzheng picked it up and looked at it, only to see that there was a poem written on each piece of paper, and the rather immature handwriting was Zhao Hao's.

Zhao Shouzheng was so moved that he didn't care about reading the poem, so he rushed out of the East House with a few pieces of manuscript paper, ready to praise him first no matter how bullshit the poem was.

But when he opened the curtain of the western room, he saw Zhao Hao lying on the bed and sleeping.

But Zhao Shouzheng was distressed, and said that the child must have not slept all night, so he hurriedly lowered the door curtain and quietly retreated to his room.

Then he could take a look at how childlike his son's debut novel should be.

Who knew that this saw that I was stunned.

"This ......"

"This ......"

"This, this, this ......"

Zhao Shouzheng looked at those poems one by one, rubbed his eyes over and over again, and sat on the ground in disbelief.

He has been studying for almost thirty years, even if he has no poetic talent, he has a level of appreciation, and he can naturally see that these six articles are rare and superior products in this dynasty!

The peak of poetry in the Tang and Song dynasties, although the scholars of the Ming Dynasty love to write poems and lyrics, but there are few eye-catching works, Zhao Shouzheng felt that his son made these six poems, each of which can represent the peak of Ming poetry......

Zhao Shouzheng's face was full of tears with excitement, and he got up from the ground trembling. wanted to rush in and hug his son, but thinking that he was catching up on sleep and couldn't be disturbed, he had to suppress his excitement and quietly walked out of the main house.

In the courtyard, Gao Wu was boxing vigorously, and 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 his inquiring eyes.

"Quick, I'll burn incense and worship God!" Zhao Shouzheng said excitedly: "I want to thank my ancestor Xie Laotian for giving me Xiao Li Bai!" ”

But how can he have a god in his family? The embarrassed Gao Wu scratched his head, and it was easy to remember one, and he pointed to the guy's room and said:

"Only the Lord of the Stove ......"

"Don't dislike it!"

Zhao Shouzheng couldn't take care of it so much, so he immediately put three incense sticks on the stove prince, kowtowed respectfully, and silently asked his old man to give a word to the gods next to him, which calmed down the excitement in his heart a little.

~~

When Zhao Shouzheng came out of the room, Fan Datong came.

"Wow wow, wow, wow......" Looking at the new look inside and outside the house, Fan Datong shouted. Is the official reinstated? Or did the elder brother dig up the gold from the backyard to the former dynasty? ”

"Be quiet, Hugh will make a noise to me." Zhao Shouzheng glared at him, and said proudly: "This is all earned by my son, how about it, I'm amazing, right?" ”

"Ah, since it's the handiwork of the virtuous nephew, what does it have to do with the brother?" Fan Datong asked strangely.

"I didn't give birth to my son?" Zhao Shouzheng took a sip, put the transcribed poem into his sleeve and said: "To be able to give birth to such an excellent son, I, who is a father, is really a genius." ”

"Uh, okay......" Fan Datong smacked his lips, he had no children and no daughters, so he couldn't understand this. Then he changed the topic and said, "Brother, there is a cultural meeting today." I've been sure that this time it's really a Wenhui, and it's one north and one south of the city with Da Bao'en Temple, so I won't meet those people......"

Zhao Shouzheng shook his head categorically and said, "No, go to Bao'en Temple!" ”

"Brother, Master Xuelang asked you to go again today, in fact, to relieve the siege for you, don't let down the kindness of others." Fan Datong was stunned, and said in his heart that it was too late to hide, brother, why are you still going up?

Zhao Shouzheng nodded confidently and said:

"Vote for me with papaya, repay me with Qiongju, and I have to go for my brother!"

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