"Why are you talking so cruelly when you're just buying something? It's just making me excited for nothing..."

When the shopkeeper, with a fawning look on his face, sent out the two people carrying large and small bags, the citizens who had come to watch the fun dispersed in disappointment.

Zhao Hao took Gao Wu for a stroll throughout the whole afternoon, not to mention the food, drinks, bedding, and bedding. Just buying the best four treasures of the study cost nearly ten taels of silver... He bought more than a dozen brushes of various models, and four or five kinds of paper, including Xuan paper, bamboo paper, Xuande paper, and Songjiang Tan paper. He bought all the ones he liked at a high price.

He also bought a full set of fine stationery including a tin umbrella, a book box, a kettle, etc. The mother-of-pearl inlaid stationery box alone cost one or two taels of silver.

The hired carriage followed by the side, and the driver, Old Shen, helped Gao Wu load the carriage one by one. Seeing the carriage full, Zhao Hao clapped his hands with satisfaction and said, "I still need to cut a few decent clothes and buy some supplementary books for my father, but let's ask him to come along next time."

Old Shen's name was Shen Laoyao, and he was a resident of Caijia Lane. Naturally, he knew all the poor people on this street. What he saw and heard during this trip made him secretly astonished. He wondered when such a rich man appeared in Caijia Lane?

Although he was no longer loading things into the car, Zhao Hao's desire to shop was still strong, so he walked into a furniture store and picked out two simple and elegant pinewood canopy beds, as well as a full set of octagonal tables, official hat chairs, coffee tables, stools, and he also asked the store to give him a comfortable reclining chair.

While checking the bills, Zhao Hao looked at the elegant and luxurious Huanghuali step-out beds and Luohan couches placed in the center of the store, secretly swallowing his saliva. It was not that he did not want to buy everything at once, but these pieces of furniture, which cost hundreds of taels each, were far beyond his current spending power.

"Just wait for me. I will seek revenge on you next time."

Zhao Hao glared at the Huanghuali thousand-work bed fiercely, paid the deposit, left his address, and arranged the delivery time. Only then did he leave with the store owner's regards.

There were too many things in the carriage to accommodate anyone, so Zhao Hao and the driver, Old Shen, sat on one side of the shaft, and Gao Wu had to walk.

Old Shen whipped the horse whip. The old packhorse snorted loudly and dragged the heavy carriage with great difficulty, moving slowly forward.

The speed is not as fast as the high-speed walkway...

Before they had walked far, Zhao Hao suddenly pointed at the Chongming Seafood Restaurant and told Gao Wu, "Buy two kilograms of live cuttlefish and take them back."

Gao Wu went into the store and soon came out with a bamboo basket that was dripping with black water.

Zhao Hao also bought a few food plates, which included lamb tongue on bamboo skewers, vegetarian vermicelli skewers, candied fruits, roasted pork skin and meat, etc., which were put into three plates. Even Old Shen got one portion. The three of them ate and drank and talked along the way before returning to Caijia Lane.

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Even though it’s not even March yet, the days have already gotten noticeably longer. When I got home, the western sky was still full of red clouds.

Old Shen helped move all the things into the yard, and repeatedly told the young master to inform him if he needed a car in the future. Only then did he take the money and leave with satisfaction.

Only after Zhao Hao and Gao Wu sorted out the things they had bought did Zhao Shouzheng go home after school with his school bag.

Looking at the newly bought items neatly stacked in the room and the food piled up like a mountain on the table, Zhao Shouzheng pinched a piece of pickled fish, took a bite and said with a smile: "It's still good to have money."

Zhao Hao rolled his eyes and said nothing. He looked at Zhao Shouzheng as if he was looking at himself when he was in school. He was probably equally annoying in the eyes of his parents.

While Gao Wu was calling his father to come over for dinner, Zhao Hao told Zhao Shouzheng that his father and son had agreed to hang out with him. Zhao Hao had been angry about this matter before, so Zhao Shouzheng was naturally not surprised at all. Instead, he smiled happily and said, "Of course it's good to have someone to help my son. If I let you run around all by yourself, you'll be no different from your mother."

Speaking of his late wife, Zhao Shouzheng's eyes turned red and he choked up, "The tree wants to be still but the wind does not stop. It's a pity that your mother didn't see that you are sensible..."

Zhao Hao didn't know how to comfort him. Even in his previous memories, little Zhao Hao had no impression of his deceased mother. He only remembered that she died of illness when he was five or six years old...

Zhao Shouzheng sighed for a while, then saw the cuttlefish placed in the corner and couldn't help but smile: "My son is filial, he knows that his father likes this." He swallowed his saliva and said: "Stir-fry it with leeks, it's a great dish to go with wine."

Zhao Hao was about to say, this is not for you to eat. But thinking that he didn't need the cuttlefish meat, he changed his words and said, "Before you eat, do something for me first."

"Okay, okay." Zhao Shouzheng had already eaten a lot of food and was half full, so he was naturally not in a hurry.

At this time, Gao Tiejiang and his son came over and saluted the master solemnly. Zhao Shouzheng was not arrogant to begin with, and after the disaster, he became even more friendly. He naturally and politely pulled Gao Tiejiang up and talked to him affectionately.

Zhao Hao and Gao Wu dealt with the cuttlefish. He placed a bowl on the ground, then stood far away with foresight, letting Gao Wu squeeze the ink from the cuttlefish's belly into the bowl.

Gao Wu grabbed a cuttlefish with both hands, squeezed it hard, and with a "puff" sound, black ink sprayed all over him.

"If you're more gentle, it won't spray so hard." Looking at Gao Wu's face and body covered in ink, Zhao Hao felt a little gloating.

Gao Wu wiped his face with his sleeve, then controlled the strength as he was told, and this time the spray didn't get everywhere.

After squeezing all the cuttlefish, only half a bowl of black ink was obtained.

Zhao Hao asked Gao the blacksmith to clean up the cuttlefish that had lost its ink and stir-fry it with leeks for Master Zhao to eat with wine.

He picked up the squid ink and invited Zhao Shouzheng into the east room.

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The east room of the main hall is where Zhao Shouzheng sleeps. There is also a broken table with three legs set up there, which serves as a desk.

Zhao Hao put the bowl on the table, laid out paper and pen, then took out a medical book he had bought today and started looking through it.

Zhao Shouzheng held the pen and looked at Zhao Hao strangely, wondering what he was going to do next.

"Well, this one looks sweet, and this one also looks like..." Soon, Zhao Hao found a few recipes he liked, hesitating which one to use? After thinking for a moment, he said irresponsibly: "Then let's use a hodgepodge."

As he spoke, he asked Zhao Shouzheng to dip the ink in the bowl, cut off the beginning and end of the medicinal materials on the prescriptions, shuffle the order, and write them all together in small regular script.

As Zhao Shouzheng copied, he smiled and said, "I think my son behaved like this when the master gave the questions."

Zhao Hao couldn't help but smile, thinking that this joke was rare and not boring.

Aren’t those eight-part essay topics just about sewing an ox’s head and a horse’s mouth together?

After a while, Zhao Shouzheng had copied a full piece of paper according to Zhao Hao's instructions.

Zhao Hao was pleasantly surprised to find that his father could write beautiful official style. It seemed that all his efforts over the years were not in vain.

Zhao Shouzheng also looked at his handwriting with satisfaction, and suddenly his eyes lit up and said, "This cuttlefish ink is even darker and shinier than Hui ink. I feel that the words written with it are clearer and more beautiful than usual!"

As he said this, he looked at Zhao Hao happily and said, "My son has found another way to make money? This ink can definitely be sold at a high price!"

"Then prepare to be sued." Zhao Hao curled his lips, and ignoring Zhao Shouzheng's regretful look, he poured all the remaining squid ink out of the window.

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