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

"Son, will you insult your father twice?"

Zhao Hao was taken aback when he heard this: "If you ask your father to write, do you still need to pay for the pen?" ”

"Not really." Zhao Shouzheng sneered and said: "The day after tomorrow, isn't it the first day of the new year, and I'm going to go to a literary meeting for my father......"

According to the regulations of the Guozi Supervisor, the inmates only wish to be given leave, and the rest of the day will be promoted to the church to speak, repeat, and endorse, and take turns to take classes. To put it simply, it is only the first and fifteenth days of the first day of the month of the month, and the rest of the time is in class, and the intensity of coursework is comparable to that of a senior high school student......

Zhao Hao saw that Zhao Shouzheng wore the stars and the moon every day, and it was very hard to go to school, so when he heard the words, he said: "It's easy to take a day off, how good is it to rest at home?" ”

"Of course that's good, but the scientific examination is imminent, and I have to sharpen my gun for my father, otherwise I will be ashamed of my son." I saw Zhao Shouzheng saying in a righteous manner: "The day after tomorrow, the Wenhui is presided over by Master Xuelang, and the specifications are very high. ”

Zhao Hao frowned slightly: "Oh, it's that prodigal goods?" ”

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

"Why is my son so thin and snowy mage?" Zhao Shouzheng asked puzzled: "Although he is from a wealthy family, he can voluntarily take ordination and become a monk and study Buddhism intensively. At the age of eighteen, he was widely known as a deputy lecturer and became a master of the Huayan Sect. ”

"If he is a serious monk, what kind of literary meeting will he have?" Zhao Hao asked rhetorically: "Do serious monks have a meeting?" ”

"Well, that's understandable." Zhao Shouzheng obviously admired Xue Lang very much, and hurriedly explained for the monk: "This year ago, the Great Bao'en Temple suffered a thunder fire, although the glazed pagoda was unhindered, but the galleries of each hall were burned down, Master Xuelang made a grand wish to rebuild the Great Bao'en Temple, and this cultural meeting will also be held for fundraising." ”

Saying that, he said leisurely: "Master Xuelang not only studied Buddhism, but also held the bull's ear of the Jinling poetry altar, but there was no white ding. If it weren't for the purpose of fundraising, an old prisoner like his father would not be qualified to come to him. ”

"It is also said that it is a serious monk......" Zhao Hao laughed.

Zhao Shouzheng saw that Zhao Hao was quite unimpressed, so he no longer insisted: "Then I won't go......"

After speaking, he said happily: "It's also great to be able to sleep lazily." ”

Before the words fell, he saw Zhao Hao put two ingots and ten taels of official silver on the table.

"Hehe, I know that my son loves his father the most......" Zhao Shouzheng smiled and stretched out his hand to make money.

Zhao Hao held down the two silver ingots and said with a smile: "Father has to do me another favor." ”

"Of course no problem!" Zhao Shouzheng patted his chest, scratched his head a little shyly, and said: "It's not that I am boasting for my father, what my father is best at is helping the ......."

"Father, don't be presumptuous, for human beings have their usefulness. Even if it is his shortcomings, as long as they are used in the right place, they can still have miraculous effects. Zhao Hao comforted his father.

"How can I hear it for my father, I am even more sad......" Zhao Shouzheng laughed twice, and then thought of asking what his son wanted to do himself.

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

"I'm going to be in prison tomorrow......"

Zhao Hao sighed slightly: "Father occasionally feels cold, please ask Uncle Fan Shi to help take a leave tomorrow." ”

"I'm fine, oh......" Zhao Shouzheng paused for a moment before suddenly said, "Do you want me to take a day off?" That's fine, it's just that I missed too many classes before, and I will be credited again. ”

"It doesn't matter. My father would be able to go back to prison in the afternoon, and he would cough twice more in class. At that time, Gou Xuezheng will not only not discipline you, but will also think of you, and really take his words to heart. Zhao Hao gave an empirical note. Maybe, they will choose to forgive you. ”

"Wonderful, wonderful, great idea!" Zhao Shouzheng's eyes lit up, but he inevitably wondered: "How can my son be like an old-timer who has been in prison for many years?"

"Hehe......" Zhao Hao was speechless, and said in his heart that when it comes to the time to study, 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 of silver to rent Shen Laoyao's carriage for half a day.

It is said that you don't need a coachman to rent a carriage, at least you have to give a few taels of silver as a deposit, so that the owner can rest assured. But Shen Laoyao had the heart to tie up with the little rich man, so he didn't ask for a deposit, and he volunteered to help him, saying that he could help him, but Gao Wu naturally wouldn't agree.

The Qi family army fought in the south and the north, Gao Wu was an expert in riding and driving, he sat sideways on the wheel, skillfully controlled the carriage, and drove the father and son to the south.

The carriage passed through the streets and alleys, and after a while, it passed the bell and drum tower, and continued to travel south for a long time before slowly stopping.

Zhao Shouzheng got out of the car and saw the familiar big stone bridge, so he asked strangely: "Is this going to Hubu Street?" ”

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

"You said that Deheng should be a ......" Zhao Shouzheng replied casually, and said with a face full of shame: "It turns out that you kid knows?" ”

"Huh." Zhao Hao was confused, handed an envelope to Zhao Shouzheng and said, "This is what I asked my father to do." ”

"Stinky boy, mysterious." Zhao Shouzheng took the unstable envelope, took out the paper inside and opened it to look at it, but he became more and more confused.

"Isn't this what you asked me to copy last night, the donkey's lips are not the horse's mouth?"

"Hmm." Zhao Hao nodded, and looked at the three-story pawnshop on Hubu Street, what happened to his father that day was vivid, and he still hated it when he thought about it.

What he's been thinking about these days is how to get this account back!

Zhao Shouzheng listened to Zhao Hao and said, "Father took this thing and took it away." ”

Today, he has to rely on a piece of broken paper to knock out enough money to buy raw silk from the hand of the surnamed Zhang, so as to vent his hatred a little!

"This piece of torn paper, it's dirty to wipe your buttocks...... Zhao Shouzheng cried and laughed: "Son, I'm afraid that my father will be beaten." ”

"Add this, and it won't." Zhao Hao said, taking the carton handed by Gao Wu.

Zhao Shouzheng opened it and saw that there was a bag of white sugar. He remembered that when he weighed in the blacksmith shop a few days ago, Zhao Hao specially ordered to leave more than a catty, which must be all about.

Zhao Shouzheng picked up the paper bag and weighed it, and it was really more than a catty. When I was about to put it back, I saw that there was still a piece of paper pressed at the bottom of the box.

"Is this ......," Zhao Shouzheng asked.

"This is the delivery document with Tang Ji that day......" Zhao Hao explained.

"Hey, why do you still have my autograph?" Zhao Shouzheng opened the document and looked at it, and the seller on it clearly wrote his name, as well as the fake signature and drawing.

"Father is really a noble man who forgets things...... Zhao Hao glanced at him helplessly, which is why he only explained to Zhao Shouzheng when he arrived at the door of the house.

He was afraid that if he said it too early, the old father would forget the main point, and if he went in, it would be self-defeating.

Let him remind him, Zhao Shouzheng patted his head and said: "Come to think of it, before you went into Tang Ji, let me sign on two blank pieces of paper." ”

After speaking, Zhao Erye said unashamedly: "It can be seen that my father is studying, and I have entered the realm of forgetting things." ”

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