After spending the New Year's Eve, at dawn on the first day of the New Year, the younger generation kowtowed to the two elders and asked for red envelopes. Zhao Hao then took the girls to leave Kunshan and go to Jinling to see the wedding.

Hai Rui had a newborn son and should have held a full-month banquet last month, but he was too busy and had no time to return to Nanjing before the New Year.

So he asked Zhao Hao to come over during the New Year and treated him to a meal to make up for it, and Mr. Zhao gladly agreed.

In fact, this was just an excuse. He mainly wanted to avoid the hustle and bustle. How many people wanted to wish him a happy new year during the Chinese New Year? How many people did he have to wish him a happy new year? It was okay for those who were not employed by Jiangnan Group, such as Mr. Kaiyang, but most of the people he liked had already been recruited into the group.

Who will kowtow to whom at that time? Isn't it awkward? So I decided to leave Kunshan with my sisters and go to Jinling to enjoy the mountains and rivers and spend this holiday leisurely. Isn't it nice?

Besides, it can also create a world for my godmother and father, right?

Looking at the four young beauties, each of them good at their own thing, who were dressed neatly and filed into the carriage, Zhao Shouzheng patted Zhao Hao on the shoulder and said with satisfaction: "Son, good job. You are a descendant of the old Zhao family."

"Oh, there's nothing I can do..." Zhao Hao sighed, "What can I do if I'm too popular?"

"Stop it, you're so cocky!" Zhao Shouzheng grabbed his neck and said in a low voice, "I don't care about other things, but there is one thing you must stick to! Son, if you don't listen to the old people, you will suffer the consequences. If you don't know it when you are young, you will regret it when you are old... In short, the principles cannot be changed before you reach adulthood..."

"Oh, I remember it, I remember it." Zhao Hao broke free and made a face at Mr. Zhao Er, saying, "It's so hard to be alone with my godmother, so father should stop worrying about it and behave well."

After saying that, he winked at his godmother and got into the car.

"I'd rather you all stay at home..." Zhao Shouzheng, who had a backache from the sprain, said with a sad face, "Especially your grandfather."

"Hmm?" Ning An came over after talking to her daughters... She had already adopted Xueying, Xianglan and Qiaoqiao as her goddaughters.

"I miss my father during the New Year...Isn't this reasonable?" Mr. Zhao said in a timid tone, "Is it not allowed?"

"Oh, reasonable, allowed." Ning An smiled charmingly, stood side by side with Mr. Zhao, waved his hand to send the carriage out of the back door of the county government office. Then he asked in a low voice: "How is the effect of Doctor Wan's tea?"

"Not bad, not bad." Zhao Shouzheng immediately held his head high and said with full masculinity, "When I'm done with my work today, let's go to Hangzhou for vacation!"

Then he raised his hand and lifted the princess' chin, saying, "Let me tell you where the water of West Lake comes from!"

"Zhao Lang..." The eldest princess immediately turned into a pool of spring water, wishing she could swallow this man.

Zhao Shouzheng secretly slapped him in the face. This person is so stubborn even though the duck is cooked. Who did he take it from?

~~

Zhao Hao and his party boarded the Science, sailing and sleeping at night and going ashore to play during the day.

On the second day of the Chinese New Year, I visited the temple fair at Tiger Hill in Suzhou and burned incense at Hanshan Temple. As the leader of science, Mr. Zhao could not openly engage in superstitious activities in his base camp, but he would not stop others from burning incense.

On the third day of the Chinese New Year, I went to Wuxi to climb Xuelang Mountain and taste the three whites of Taihu Lake. Mr. Zhao had no choice but to compose a poem.

On the fourth day of the first lunar month, he paid tribute to Su Da Huzi at the Tenghua Old Pavilion in Changzhou. He also went to the Hongmei Pavilion, where the smoke was curling and the bamboo and plum trees were shady, to admire the gorgeous and beautiful red plums in the garden, which looked like a rainbow cloud. It was really like a fairyland. Mr. Zhao had no choice but to compose two poems.

On the fifth day, the boat arrived in Danyang. The girls were tired after playing for three days, so they decided not to get off the boat and just rest on it for a day.

"Okay, okay, we can play mahjong!" Mr. Zhao accompanied him shopping every day, and his calves became thinner. He felt that he was being drained out by writing poems every day. He had never liked building the Great Wall as much as he did now.

"Okay, let's play mahjong!" The girls responded happily.

Then one, two, three, four... Hey, why is there an extra one?

~~

"Playthings ruin my life, only work can make me happy!"

Amid the crackling sound of shuffling cards, Master Zhao walked out of the living room in frustration and returned to his room.

The room was warm as spring even without a charcoal basin, because there was a copper pipe heater with a bladed radiator. The heating pipe was connected to the boiler outside, and there were workers who took care of the boiler, constantly heating the boiler and letting the hot water circulate slowly in the pipes.

The Science does not need to go out to sea, only in calm rivers, so it can be arranged more comfortably.

These pipes can also be used to cool the room in the summer. Just replace the boiler with an ice bucket and then use a drain king to circulate water close to zero degrees between the pipes and the ice bucket.

Because the master was afraid of both cold and heat, Zhang Jian designed this simple but reliable air conditioning device and installed it on the Science when Zhao Hao went to Beijing. Knowing that the master was particular, he also asked Gao Tiejiang to make the heater very exquisite and even carved flowers on the blades...

Otherwise, why would Mr. Zhao like little Jianjian the most? She is such a sweet and caring little girl.

In fact, the copper used was just enough to cast a Yongle cannon. It would only cost a little more labor and ice, but it wouldn't cost much. Of course, this was for Mr. Zhao.

When Jiang Xueying saw that the effect was very good, she also installed heating in the headquarters building. Well, it was not expensive, it was just a cannon on a galleon... and there had to be a boiler room on each floor, otherwise the pressure would not be enough.

When Mr. Zhao visited the Jiangnan Building and saw the heating and public toilets in the building, he suddenly felt like he had traveled back hundreds of years.

Mr. Zhao, who was living a normal life, couldn't help but feel distressed. Bah, a spendthrift woman!

But when he goes to the bathroom and his butt isn't frozen, he says, "Oh my god, it smells so good."

Zhao Hao leaned back on the soft and comfortable big bed, with a light pine table on his legs and a pile of manuscript paper on it, ready to engage in the most sacred...writing career of mankind.

What Zhao Hao held in his hand was not a brush or a pencil, but a goose feather pen. This was not an imported product. The "Han" in Hanlin means a feather pen, and "Hanmo" means pen and ink. We have been using this thing to write since the Spring and Autumn Period.

Mr. Zhao is a lazy man who would rather write with his wrist suspended than with his arm supported. Besides, the boat was a bit bumpy, and a soft pen would easily scratch the writing, so he used this hard pen when writing on the boat. Well, actually this pen was used by Secretary Ma, he usually used his mouth.

Secretary Ma's feather pen uses one of the five largest feathers on a swan's wing, has a gold pen holder and nib, and is carved with exquisite orchids. It can write sixty to seventy characters with one dip, which is more powerful than a brush. Of course, the price is also very good, and it is only sold in high-end stationery stores in Suzhou.

Secretary Ma should be given a holiday during the Chinese New Year, right? Zhao Hao had no choice but to find her pen from the room and prepare to write. It was said that management training would be given to the group's senior executives in the spring, but the textbook had to be compiled by himself.

But I don’t know why, I just can’t calm down today. Even the search function in my brain is garbled... Is it true that I really have to use my mouth instead of my hands in the future?

~~

I wrote for an unknown period of time when there was a knock on the door.

"Come in." Zhao Hao didn't even raise his head, but suddenly he smelled a faint fragrance and quickly moved his eyes away from the manuscript paper.

Looking up, I saw the fragrant little bamboo walking in. She must have just taken a bath, her hair was still wet, and her face was rosy. The cabin was warm, and she didn't wear heavy winter clothes. She only wore a snow-green gauze dress and a white gauze skirt, revealing her pink and green clothes. Unfortunately, a large bamboo-patterned shawl blocked her infinite beauty.

"The maid helped her up weakly..." Zhao Hao kept staring at her. This was the reason why his mind was blank.

"Go to hell." Zhang Xiaojing blushed and slapped a thick stack of manuscripts on his face. "You scum."

"You, you used to call me Little Sweetie, but how come you became Mrs. Niu after you got her?" Zhao Hao sadly took the pile of manuscripts and put them on the small table.

"Why are you so smooth-talking? You weren't like this before?" Xiao Zhuzi said, not knowing whether to laugh or cry.

"It's mainly because I've been less strict recently... Oh no, it's mainly because I figured it out." Zhao Hao chuckled and asked, "Hey, why don't you play cards anymore? Is it because it's no fun to play cards without me?"

"No way. My hands stink after a few rounds. Let Xiao Yuner take over for me for a while. I'll take a shower before going back." Zhang Xiaojing rubbed her still damp hair.

"That's quite elegant." Young Master Zhao quickly lifted the quilt and said, "Come in, it's cold outside."

In fact, there is only one bathroom on the ship, and you have to queue up to take a shower at night, which is not very enjoyable. I wonder if this is a poor design or the designer is too thoughtful?

"I'll leave if you keep doing this." Xiao Zhuzi twisted him lightly in anger and said, "It's so warm in the room, why are you getting into bed?"

"Oh..." Zhao Hao finally stopped teasing her reluctantly and muttered softly, "You obviously know everything..."

"More to say?" Xiao Zhuzi glanced at him coquettishly, but still sat on the edge of the bed, keeping a certain distance from him and said, "Don't be so frivolous all the time. Let's just talk properly, okay?"

She was well-read and did know a lot, but her family background and education in a scholar-official family did not allow her to be as unscrupulous as the young county princess, or to fight for what she wanted as bravely as Xueying... She had allowed Zhao Hao to flirt with her for a while because she was too excited.

When she calmed down, she felt so ashamed. Now there were Mingyuexue and Ma Xianglan on the boat, and she couldn't stand the teasing even more.

"Well, okay." Zhao Hao also knew that she was thin-skinned, and that it was already her limit to be able to talk to him nakedly. The instinct in the blood of the old Zhao family told him that this had to be done slowly, and haste makes waste.

He shifted his gaze from Xiao Zhuzi's rosy face to the pile of manuscripts and asked, "What is this?"

"Isn't this the manuscript you asked me to help you organize?" Xiao Zhuzi said softly, "Is it okay to take a look?"

"Oh, Luohong wasn't a heartless thing that time..." Zhao Hao suddenly realized.

"Again." Xiao Zhuzi was speechless for a while.

P.S. Write another chapter...