Zhao Shouzheng happily handed over his financial rights, which surprised Zhao Hao.

But what surprised him even more was yet to come......

When Zhao Shouzheng solemnly handed over the purse containing all the family wealth of the two to Zhao Hao, he only felt that it was light and had no weight.

Zhao Hao sighed in his heart, opened his purse and took a look, only to see that there were only two taels of silver left.

"Where's the money?!" Zhao Hao raised his voice uncontrollably.

"It's all here......" Zhao Shouzheng was a little weak-hearted and showed his sleeves to Zhao Hao. Didn't hide a penny of private money. ”

"Father, don't change the subject." Zhao Hao pinched the two taels of silver in his hand, and asked reluctantly: "Originally, you had eight taels of silver, and I asked the uncle for five taels, so we should have thirteen taels and a half."

Although thirteen halves are not much, in Zhao Hao's opinion, it is not a problem for the father and son to save some flowers and survive for a year.

"It cost four taels to rent a house, two taels to buy bedding utensils, and half a tael to buy food." Zhao Shouzheng pinched his fingers and reported the account one by one.

"Didn't you say that these drinks and dishes cost a total of four dollars?" Zhao Hao is not easy to fool.

"I didn't ask for change for my father...... Zhao Shouzheng looked down at the ground with some shame.

"We're all so poor, do you still tip?" Zhao Hao was angry for a while, and he didn't control his words.

Although Zhao Shouzheng didn't understand what 'tip' was, it probably meant to be a reward. He sneered and said, "Habit has become natural......

"And what about the five taels?" Zhao Hao asked with a smile.

"Well, that's right." I heard Zhao Shouzheng explain: "On Baotai Street, I happened to meet a classmate and begged me to help two or two. But how can you get the broken silver? So he lent the ingots given by Uncle Ru to his classmates. ”

"......" Zhao Hao's eyes darkened, and he couldn't cry or laugh. But thinking that the wood was already in the boat, it was useless to say more, so he had to wave his hand weakly and said, "Let's be tighter in the future." ”

Zhao Shouzheng also felt a little embarrassed, so he muttered: "The so-called poor is good alone." It's a big deal, I won't borrow money from others in the future......"

"That's not necessary," Zhao Hao waved his hand and smiled reluctantly: "Father is just saving a little in the past few days." Don't worry, our family won't be poor for too long, and I will definitely be able to think of a way to get money. ”

Zhao Hao has this confidence. He doesn't believe that he can't make money with more than 400 years of knowledge?

Zhao Shouzheng didn't know that Zhao Hao had this self-confidence, he consciously made a mistake, and he was very well-behaved this night, and took the initiative to clean up the dishes and chopsticks for the first time......

Of course, breaking a few bowls is inevitable.

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Nothing was said all night.

The next day, the father and son slept until dawn, got up to freshen up a little, and Zhao Hao went into the kitchen to prepare to heat up last night's leftovers.

But looking at the black stove with its big mouth open, he didn't know where to start. If you can't even light a fire, how can you burn a stove?

Zhao Hao was scratching his head, and Zhao Shouzheng also walked in.

"Why is my son in a daze?"

"I can't burn the stove...... Zhao Hao replied truthfully.

"What's so difficult about this, and I see it as a small test for my father." Zhao Shouzheng smiled smugly again, ready to show his hand again like last night.

Zhao Hao immediately stepped out of the way, staring at Zhao Shouzheng's every move with wide eyes, wanting to learn the core technology of the stove.

A moment later, smoke billowed from the small room, and the father and son fled to the patio in disgrace, gasping for breath and coughing.

"It turns out that my father won't either......" Zhao Hao wiped his face with a towel, but his mood did not fluctuate. Under the tempering of Zhao Erye, he became more and more Buddhist.

"I saw that your uncle burned it a few times, but I didn't expect there to be some esoteric doorways in it." Zhao Shouzheng's face was gray and black, and his freshly brushed teeth became more and more polished. "It's hard to know, it's hard to do. The ancients did not deceive me. ”

After a while, he sighed again: "It seems that your uncle is still very strong." ”

Zhao Hao rolled his eyes, too lazy to complain.

Seeing that he couldn't make a fire for a while, he packed himself up and went out and said, "I'll go to the street to buy breakfast." ”

"I want to drink duck blood vermicelli and eat Nan fried meatballs...... Zhao Shouzheng immediately ordered.

"You're so beautiful......" Zhao Hao pursed his lips and ignored Second Master Zhao's request. What is there to eat. ”

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When he went to the street to buy brooms yesterday, Zhao Hao caught a glimpse of a signboard of an early stall, hanging on the bridge not far away.

When I came out, I saw that there was a thick shed on the bridge, and the shed was steaming white, and it was very lively.

Zhao Hao walked over looking for the aroma and saw that the stall was not big, only four low-legged square tables. It was not early at this time, and a few diners sat there for breakfast.

On the other side of the shed were two pots, the larger one with three stacks of tall cages and the smaller one with oil boiling in it. A gray-haired stall owner in his forties is holding long chopsticks and skillfully frying oil terminals.

This is a delicacy that has been passed down to four hundred years later, and Zhao Hao has eaten this thing when he was a student. He closed his eyes and sniffed the green onion and radish cake, and was deeply intoxicated by the unique fragrance of boiling oil.

It's so good, it's still the taste.

A girl's chuckle interrupted Zhao Hao's aftertaste across time and space.

When he opened his eyes, he saw that it was a sixteen or seventeen-year-old girl who was laughing. The girl had the fair skin common to Jiangnan women, with healthy ruddy cheeks and a bit of cute baby fat, just like the slightly translucent Xiaolong soup dumplings in her hand.

"What are you looking at?"

Seeing Zhao Hao looking at herself unceremoniously, the girl straightened her face, but her eyelashes were long and her eyes were big, even if she pouted, she couldn't see a little fierceness.

"Uh, see what's delicious." Zhao Haoxin said, obviously you laughed at me first.

"I thought you were full just by smelling it." The girl couldn't help but giggle when she remembered his stupid appearance.

When she smiled, her eyes narrowed into crescent moons, and no matter how bad her mood was, she would suddenly clear up.

"Qiaoqiao, don't bully others." A woman with a cotton towel on her head told her daughter not to scare away the guests while meeting with the diners. "This little brother is going to sit ...... inside"

"Can I take it with me?" Zhao Hao asked.

"Absolutely." After sending the xiaolongbao, the girl went and returned, crisp and vivid. "There are xiaolong soup dumplings, vegetable buns, duck fat shortbread, oil terminals, oil fruits, white porridge, duck blood vermicelli, tofu brain, eggs, salted duck eggs, ......"

Zhao Hao didn't expect that this stall, which didn't even have a storefront, was quite complete in the early days.

He groaned slightly, and then said, "Two baskets of steamed buns, two bowls of duck blood vermicelli." ”

"It's a total of ten cents." The girl put the bun into a paper bag, looked at Zhao Hao and said, "Where is your bowl?" ”

"I didn't bring it." Zhao Hao spread his hands, and he was not used to ordering takeout and had to bring his own tableware.

"Forget it this time." The girl didn't embarrass him, and folded two large bowls of duck blood vermicelli into a white porcelain soup basin. "Remember to send it back, and remember to bring your own bowl next time."

"Thank you." Zhao Hao paid politely, carrying a bun in one hand and a soup basin in the other, turned around and went home cautiously.

Looking at his back like a king, the girl called Qiaoqiao couldn't help laughing again.

After a while, Zhao Hao entered the alley, and saw the strong man with the scar yesterday carrying a cold and shining kitchen knife and rushing into his yard......

Zhao Hao was so frightened that his hand slipped, and the soup pot fell to the ground.

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