The Great Wilderness Helping His Wife

"Damn! I'm trembling even when I'm a civil servant!"

"Can this bitch bear it?"

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The fourth is coming

Chapter 84: You can always trust the black-faced man ([-] more)

In the morning of the next day, Zhao Hao left Fengwu Garden sleepily.

Because they often spend the night away, the family tacitly did not wait for him to have breakfast, but Bai Xiu habitually left him a snack to bake in a small steamer.

Seeing Zhao Hao approaching, she smiled and waved to him: "Hao'er, come quickly, the big meat buns made by mother herself!"

Looking at her benevolent face, Zhao Hao intuitively felt uncomfortable: "Mom! What happened? If you have something to say, just say it, there is no need to torture me by making buns yourself!"

Hearing this, the black-faced man beside him couldn't help laughing immediately.

Bai Xiu immediately raised her face, and said coldly: "What? You also feel that this is torture? You didn't say that when you were young!"

The black-faced man groaned twice, then stopped talking.

Zhao Hao looked at the steaming steamed stuffed bun in front of him, still a little unwilling to give up: "Mother, you should talk about the matter first! Your love is too heavy, I don't know if I can be worthy of it!"

Bai Xiu didn't blame Zhao Hao, but looked at him with gratification on her face: "Hao'er has grown up! Mother was worried that you wasted all your talents, but she didn't expect that when the literary world of Huangguo was under attack, the first It turned out to be you who stood up!"

Zhao Hao: "..."

The more Bai Xiu spoke, the more excited she became: "Everyone in the capital says my son is a dude, but look at the present, Haoer, you raised your arms, and tens of thousands of people came forward. How did you say that? ? These people say no, but their bodies are more honest than anyone else!"

Zhao Hao was so flattered by the praise, he waved his hands again and again and said, "Where is it! Mother taught me better!"

"No no no! Mother has only read those few books, how can she teach well?"

Bai Xiu looked at her son, and she became more and more satisfied the more she looked at her: "So my mother spent a lot of money to hire you a few gentlemen from other countries. Although their literary talents may not be better than yours, they always have more things than you. These few days Just don't go out, just study and study at home!"

Zhao Hao was dumbfounded.

Good guy, are you waiting for me here?

He immediately turned serious: "I am the guardian of the noble country's cultural heritage, do I need someone else to teach me?"

The black-faced man also echoed in a low voice: "Yes! My Hao'er literary talent is unrivaled in the world, do I need others to teach me?"

The father and son looked at each other, both a little moved!

"To shut up!"

Bai Xiu gouged out the dark-faced man, saw the latter shrank his neck, and then looked at Zhao Hao and continued, "Hao'er! Mother knows you are crazy, but you have to think about it. The Mid-Autumn Festival is coming soon. Before leaving, caravans from other countries also came to do business.

As far as what you said yesterday, it is true that we people in the barren country are excited, but if you let the literati of other countries hear it, can you be spared?Just this morning, many literati came to your door to fight poetry with you!

It's not that mother doesn't believe in your literary talents, but if you don't learn new things, you can win once and twice, can you win every time?So just don't go out these few days, let the gentlemen make up for you for a while, and the soldiers will come to cover you up!What do you think? "

Seeing her earnest expression, Zhao Hao couldn't help being touched.

There is one thing to say, although Bai Xiu has some chicken education, but the concept is still correct.

In the entire Zhen Guo Mansion, it seems that she is the only one who is seriously educating her son, and the old man and the black-faced man are completely dragging their feet.

only……

I have big things to do in the next few days, how can I have time to learn from those so-called gentlemen?

Zhao Hao smiled contemptuously: "Mother, don't worry! If great Confucian scholars from other countries really came, I might still take a look at them! Just based on what we have in our deserted country, if we don't reunite with our families when the Mid-Autumn Festival is approaching, we will put them on hold." Those who do business in other countries to make money, they are not worthy of licking my feet!"

When Bai Xiu heard him speak like this, she immediately became anxious: "You, you son of a bitch!"

She glared at the black-faced man: "How did you promise me just now? Say something quickly!"

The black-faced man grunted a few times, looked at Zhao Hao and advised, "Hao'er! We have spent all the money, and the gentlemen are already on their way, so we can't waste money..."

Bai Xiu nodded in satisfaction.

At critical moments, the black-faced man is still reliable.

Zhao Hao's eyes widened, and his eyes were full of sadness.

Could this father be unreliable?

The black-faced man was a little uncomfortable being looked at, and continued to add: "The main reason is that everyone has been invited, and it is not good to keep them out, I mean invite them, just eat and drink for free. Hehe... Teach my son, are they worthy!"

"Father! What you said makes sense!"

Zhao Hao quickly agreed, and was greatly moved.

You can always trust blackface!

Bai Xiu frowned: "You two are here with me..."

Before the words were finished, Old Han, the concierge, hurried over.

"Master! Madame! Sir is already outside the door!"

Bai Xiu frowned slightly, and said with some doubts: "Didn't I say that after they come, just invite them in?"

Han Jianfeng was a little embarrassed: "They said, how can you ask a porter to invite you, sir?"

Now, the faces of the family of three all sank.

It is true that you should treat your husband with respect, no matter how high or low your status is.

Even the emperor should not dictate to the crown prince or grand tutor, otherwise it would be a breach of etiquette.

But the problem is...

The black-faced man spat: "Damn! Did you give them face? Did we spend a thousand gold, or did we use our own carriage to bring them over, and set up a show?"

"One thousand gold?"

Zhao Hao was also cursing: "I can't get the price for several poems! Are they worthy?"

Hearing the father and son scolding so badly, Bai Xiu surprisingly didn't refute.

This time, I spent a lot of money, and I still used the carriage used by the old Zhao family.

It can already be said that the etiquette is enough.