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Chapter 15 Prove that this is not a monk article

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

    But what surprised him even more was yet to come

    When Zhao Shouzheng handed the purse containing all their property to Zhao Hao solemnly, he felt it was light and weightless.

    Zhao Hao felt a thump in his heart. He opened his purse and saw that there were only two taels of silver left in it.

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

    "They're all here" Zhao Shouzheng felt a little guilty and showed his sleeves to Zhao Hao.  "Not a penny of personal money hidden."

    "Father, don't change the subject." Zhao Hao held the two taels of silver in his hand and asked reluctantly: "It turned out that you had eight taels and five taels of silver, and I asked the uncle for five taels, so we should have ten taels.  Three and a half.¡±

    Thirteen and a half is not much, but in Zhao Hao's opinion, if the father and son save some money, it will not be a problem for them to survive for a year.

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

    "Didn't I say that these drinks and food cost four yuan in total?" Zhao Hao was not easy to fool.

    "As a father, I don't need change" Zhao Shouzheng looked down at the ground in embarrassment.

    "We are so poor, why do you still give us a tip?" Zhao Hao was furious for a while and couldn't control his words.

    Although Zhao Shouzheng didn't understand what a 'tip' was, it probably meant a reward.  Then he smiled and said: "Habit has become natural"

    "What about the remaining five taels?" Zhao Hao asked, dumbfounded.

    "Well, that's it." Zhao Shouzheng explained: "On Baotai Street, I happened to meet a classmate who asked me to give him two taels. But how can I get the two taels of silver scattered? So I gave it to your uncle.  I lent that ingot to my classmate."

    "" Zhao Hao's eyes darkened, and he didn't know whether to laugh or cry.  But thinking that the deal was already done and it would be useless to talk more, I could only wave my hands feebly and said: "Just be tighter in the future."

    Zhao Shouzheng also felt a little embarrassed, so he murmured: "The so-called poverty is to be alone. The worst is, as a father, I will never borrow money from others"

    "That's not necessary," Zhao Hao waved his hand and said with a forced smile, "Father is just trying to save money these days. Don't worry, our family won't be poor for long. I will definitely be able to think of a way to make money."

    Zhao Hao has this confidence.  He doesn't believe that with more than four hundred years of experience, he can make no money?

    Zhao Shouzheng didn¡¯t know that Zhao Hao had this confidence. He felt that he had made a mistake. He was so good that night that he took the initiative to put away the dishes for the first time

    Of course, it is inevitable to break a few bowls.

    ??~~

    A night of silence.

    The next day, the father and son slept until daylight. After getting up and freshening up, Zhao Hao went into the kitchen and prepared to light a fire to heat up the leftovers from last night.

    But looking at the black stove with its mouth wide open, he had no idea what to do.  If you can't even light a fire, how can you burn a stove?

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

    "Why is my son in a daze?"

    "I don't know how to cook a stove" Zhao Hao answered truthfully.

    "What's so difficult about this? Let's see how we can test our skills as a father." Zhao Shouzheng smiled proudly again, ready to show off his skills like last night.

    Zhao Hao immediately stepped aside and stared at Zhao Shouzheng's every move with wide eyes, wanting to learn the core skills of cooking a stove.

    A moment later, smoke billowed from the small kitchen, and the father and son fled to the patio in disgrace, breathing heavily and coughing.

    ¡°It turns out that father doesn¡¯t know how to do it either¡­¡± Zhao Hao wiped his face with a towel, but his mood did not fluctuate.  Under the training of Mr. Zhao, he became more and more Buddhist.

    "I saw that your uncle had burns several times, but I didn't expect that there were some profound secrets in it." Zhao Shouzheng's face was gray and black, and his newly brushed teeth looked more and more as smooth as shells.  "It is not difficult to know, but difficult to do. The ancients will not deceive me."

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

    Zhao Hao rolled his eyes and was too lazy to complain.

    Seeing that he couldn¡¯t make a fire for a while, he packed himself up and went out: ¡°I¡¯ll go buy breakfast on the street.¡±

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

    "You are so beautiful" Zhao Hao curled his lips and ignored Mr. Zhao's request.  "Eat what you can."

    ??~~

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

    When I came out and took a look, I saw that there was indeed a thick cloth tent propped up on the bridge.There was a lot of steam under the shed, and it was very lively.

    Zhao Hao walked over looking for the aroma and saw that the stall was not big, with only four short square tables.  It was getting late now, and a few diners were sitting there eating breakfast.

    There are two pots supported on the other side of the shed. On the larger pot, there are three stacks of tall baskets, and the other smaller pot is boiling with oil.  The stall owner, who is in his forties and has gray hair, is holding long chopsticks and skillfully frying the fried noodles.

    This is a delicacy that has been passed down four hundred years later. Zhao Hao ate this stuff a lot when he was studying.  He closed his eyes and took a sip of the green onion and radish pancake. He was deeply intoxicated by the unique aroma stimulated by the boiling oil.

    It¡¯s really good, but it still tastes internal.

    "Pfft" a girl's chuckle interrupted Zhao Hao's aftertaste across time and space.

    He opened his eyes and saw that the person laughing was a sixteen or seventeen year old girl.  The girl had fair skin common to Jiangnan women, healthy rosy cheeks, and a bit of cute baby fat, just like the plate of slightly translucent xiaolongtang dumplings she held in her hand.

    "What are you looking at?"

    Seeing Zhao Hao looking at her unceremoniously, the girl straightened her face, but her eyelashes were long and her eyes were big. Even with her mouth pouted, she couldn't see any evil look.

    "Well, let's see what's delicious." Zhao Haoxin said, it was obviously you who laughed at me first.

    "I thought you were full just from the smell." The girl couldn't help but giggle as she remembered his foolish behavior just now.

    When she smiled, her eyes narrowed into crescent moons, making people feel that no matter how bad their mood was, they would suddenly clear up.

    "Qiaoqiao, don't bully others." A woman with her head wrapped in a cotton towel, while checking the bill with the diners, scolded her daughter not to scare away the guests.  "This little brother, please sit inside quickly"

    "Can I pack it up and take it away?" Zhao Hao asked.

    "Of course." The girl who had delivered the steamed dumplings came back with all her family treasures.  "There are small soup dumplings, vegetable steamed buns, duck fat cakes, fried dumplings, fried fruit, as well as white porridge, duck blood vermicelli, bean curd, and eggs, salted duck eggs"

    Zhao Hao didn¡¯t expect that this stall, which didn¡¯t even have a storefront, would actually have a full range of breakfast items.

    He thought for a moment and then said: "Two cages of steamed buns and two bowls of duck blood vermicelli."

    "A total of ten cents." The girl put the buns into a paper bag, then looked at Zhao Hao and said, "Where is your bowl?"

    "I didn't bring it." Zhao Hao spread his hands. He was not used to bringing his own tableware when ordering takeout.

    ¡°Forget it this time.¡± The girl did not embarrass him, folding 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 the money politely, holding the bun in one hand and the soup basin in the other, turned around and cautiously headed home.

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

    After a while, Zhao Hao entered the alley and saw the strong man with the scar from yesterday rushing into his yard with a gleaming kitchen knife

    Zhao Hao trembled with fright, his hand slipped, and the soup basin fell to the ground.

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