"That's it......" Tang Youde recalled a little when he heard this, and said: "This matter was rumored for a while before, but there was no movement after Jingcha started. Everyone said that there were several important ministers in the court who opposed the opening of the border, and that 'the piece does not go to the sea' was the ancestral system set by Emperor Taizu Gao, and there was no hope for this matter. ”

"It will definitely be switched on within this year." Zhao Hao shook his head, the first year of Longqing reopened the sea ban, which was something that later high school students knew.

Of course, this reason can't be said, and Zhao Hao has to rearrange it. "My Ming treasury has been unable to make ends meet for many years, and I urgently need new financial resources to make up for the shortfall. More importantly, after the strict implementation of the sea ban a few years ago, more than a dozen industries in the southeast, such as silk weaving, cotton spinning, porcelain making, and tea planting, have been greatly impacted. Millions of people who make a living out of this business are living in hardship and making it difficult to make ends meet. Those high-ranking families in the southeast have also suffered from a sharp decline in income and are distressed, and they will definitely exert influence on Your Majesty to make this matter happen. ”

Tang Youde nodded silently when he heard this, feeling that Zhao Hao was right. He heard that Xu Jie, the first assistant of the current cabinet, has 400,000 acres of land in Songjiang and tens of thousands of weavers. The Xu family is the one most affected by the sea ban, and I think that Lord Shoufu will spare no effort to promote this matter.

Tang Youde's mind was racing, and he secretly guessed that Bacheng was the connection between Elder Zhao and Elder Xu Ge, and he knew a rumor or two.

But he didn't know that Xu Ge Lao was actually a hidden forbidden sea faction......

But if so, the five thousand taels of silver are too shabby, isn't it? Tang Youde glanced at Zhao Hao, and said in his heart, this kid overheard his grandfather mention it, and he wanted to make pocket money.

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

After completing the brain supplement on his own, Tang Youde felt that his confidence had increased a lot. Besides, if you buy and leave, there is no point in guessing nonsense. He put away his contract and smiled at Zhao Hao:

"If you want to do it, it's better to do it sooner rather than later. I'll go back and make arrangements, and I can go to the countryside to collect silk in three to five days. ”

"Yes." Zhao Hao nodded, he didn't even know where there was a trace, so he naturally listened to Tang Youde.

"When the son goes to the countryside together?" Tang Youde invited again: "During the Qingming Festival, the scenery outside Nanjing is excellent. ”

"Yes." Zhao Hao nodded again, thinking that he hadn't been out of Nanjing City yet, and it was time to go out to breathe, so he readily agreed.

~~

After lunch, Zhao Hao took another nap.

The afternoon sun shined warmly on him through the brand-new Korean paper window lattice, so that Zhao Hao didn't want to move a finger comfortably.

Lying lazily on the bed, Zhao Hao looked at the mosquito net above his head, and secretly calculated in his heart.

My father is now taken care of, and he doesn't have to worry about collecting and selling silk, so he will go to the breakfast stall at Zhang Luo's house 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 greedy and can't chew too much. Second, the capital and manpower are insufficient, so they can only be put in their minds for the time being.

You have to find something to do, right? Otherwise, it's too ...... to eat, sleep, sleep and eat like this every day. Happy now.

Is it an invention? Or write a few books? Or do you want to go around and visit the adults who are about to recover?

Zhao Hao secretly thought that although he knew a lot of principles, his hands-on ability was about zero. So let's wait until we find the right person to invent something.

As for going to the cold stove, it takes money, and he can use a few hundred taels of silver right now. What's more, I don't know where the adults on the recovery list are.

It's better to concentrate on burning Zhao Jin's stove.

After thinking about it, he felt that it was better to take advantage of the clear memory in his mind to write a few books on the knowledge of his previous life. The cost is small, but the meaning is huge.

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

'What the hell am I meowing?' ’

Zhao Hao was stunned for half an hour, and he didn't think about which book to start with.

In the end, I was helpless, so I copied down the poems in my memory first. Although I don't plan to make a name for myself with this, it's the right thing to do if you're prepared.

For some reason, his memory of his past life is very clear, and almost every poem he has read can be written on paper without thinking.

This made Zhao Hao very excited, and said in his heart, am I really a genius? Hurriedly went to Zhao Shouzheng's desk, took a copy of "Analects and Chapters", quickly skimmed through more than a dozen pages, and then closed the book and wrote silently.

"This is the first part of the book, so, so, so, so ......"

Zhao Hao didn't think of the second sentence after being dead for a long time. Then he read it several times before he could barely remember four or five sentences.

This memory of this world is really touching.

It's no wonder that he has been enlightened for many years, and he hasn't even memorized the Analects.

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

Seeing that he wrote nearly 2,000 words in one breath of the first part of "Heavenly Creations", Zhao Hao fell into deep thought.

What the hell is this?

~~

When Zhao Hao came back to his senses, he found that it was already dark in the house.

Gao Wu gave him the lamp, and Zhao Hao was not 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, and he couldn't help but secretly sympathize with Zhao Shouzheng.

Second Master Zhao sits in prison every day, one day at a time! I don't know how he carried it down at that age.

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

"Brother Gao, you said that I am practicing with you now, is it too late?"

"It's not too late." Gao Wu first answered whether it was true, and then waited until he had washed his pen and stood up, before he said in a muffled voice: "Practicing martial arts can strengthen your body, and it's never too late." My dad just started learning boxing and kicking with me a few days ago. ”

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

"Childe hadn't woken up yet." Gao Wu said: "There is a way to smell the chicken and dance, and those who practice martial arts must first sharpen their minds, practice Sanfu in summer and Sanjiu in winter." ”

After speaking, he looked at Zhao Hao and said, "If the son wants to learn, we can teach you." ”

"No, I'm just asking." Zhao Hao shook his head resolutely and said: "This son can't endure hardship, and he can't stand it. ”

Isn't it just writing a book? Do you have to do it yourself? Find a beautiful young lady to be a clerk, isn't it the same when I read her and write?

Gao Wu nodded in disappointment and said no more.

At this time, Zhao Shouzheng finally came back from school, and naturally he was indispensable to Fan Datong. Ever since he found out that the Zhao family had become wider again, he had used this place as a canteen, and he had to come to eat almost every day.

Zhao Hao naturally doesn't care about him now, and says that it is good to have someone to accompany his father to and from school.

Thinking of him, he was suddenly stunned, and then remembered that he had found a scholar for his father.

Zhao Hao was about to shout 'Fang Wen, don't show up yet', but heard Zhao Shouzheng rush to say: "Son, ah, your song "Butterfly Love Flower" will be transmitted to Guozijian today, and now my classmates don't call me by my name, they all call me 'word father'." ”

Zhao Hao rolled his eyes and said, "What's so good about Daddy?" How good is it to be a word saint? ”

"Saying this, how can a father steal his son's limelight? Is that still called a person? Zhao Shouzheng shook his head, looked at his son with a smile and said, "Besides, how can you be a word saint and have a father who is a word saint?" Come, call Daddy to listen. ”

"You're gone with your pocket money next month." Zhao Hao sneered and turned to enter the house.

"Ah, don't, the little ancestor let me go......" Zhao Shouzheng was pinched to seven inches, and followed him and pleaded.

ps. The year 2019 has passed, and the new year has arrived, I wish you all a happy new year, all the best, good health, and rising step by step!