Meng Haoran was grateful to his wife. While he was running around looking for officials, his wife stayed at home to take care of the children.
Teaching children how to speak, walk, read and write, recognize music scores and sing songs …
When he brought his wife and child over, his son was well-versed in music, chess, calligraphy, and painting. However, he was not very good at them as he was too young.
"It's been hard on you all those years. Let's go back to the Li Family Zhuangzi. I'll tell Gang Rou to ask for Vice President Zhong's Xiaojie calligraphy. It's just that your husband's calligraphy is not presentable. Your husband can give up his face. "
Meng Haoran said that he would take his wife and children back home and take on the responsibilities of a man.
"Hold on." A voice rang out.
Meng Haoran's family of three looked over at the same time. Zhong Shaojing stepped forward. His ears were quite sharp, probably because he spent a lot of time practicing calligraphy.
"Vice President Zhong!" Meng Haoran clasped his hands and bowed as he released his son.
Han Xiangke held her son's hand and bowed slightly as a form of greeting. She would not let go.
The child looked at Zhong Shaojing with his big eyes and smiled.
"This doll is good-looking, delicate, and lively. Don't cry, don't make a fuss, and know etiquette. Where are you going? "
Zhong Shaojing opened his mouth to praise the child first. He was not wrong. The child was indeed obedient.
"Last year, I met Gang Rou in the winter and went to Hongnong together. Later, Gang Rou arranged for me to be an official in Lantian County. That's why we're going to the Li Family Zhuangzi. "
Zhong Shaojing's expression did not change, but he suddenly understood. Last winter, His Majesty went to Hongnong.
"This kid …" Zhong Shaojing continued to talk about Meng Haoran's son.
"My son, Yi Fu, is six years old and is usually naughty. Yi Fu, quickly greet Vice President Zhong. "Meng Haoran said to his son.
"Hello, Grandpa Zhong." The child directly greeted his grandfather with a crisp and clear voice.
"Okay, okay. Let Grandpa hug you. "Zhong Shaojing squatted down and stretched out his arms.
Han Xiangke loosened his grip. The child was not afraid of strangers, so he opened his arms and was picked up.
Zhong Shaojing's nominal age was sixty this year. He was born in the first year of the Kaiyuan Era. This year was the sixth year of the Kaiyuan Era, so his nominal age was six years old.
Zhong Shaojing was in good health and had no problem carrying a child.
The child put one hand on Zhong Shaojing's shoulder to borrow strength, making it easier for Zhong Shaojing. Hugging a dead person was different from hugging a living person.
When a living person is awake, they will coordinate with the force points and adjust themselves.
It took more strength to carry a dead, asleep, or drunk person.
Zhong Shaojing carried him more easily. "Has Yifu ever learned how to read?"
"Replying to Vice President Zhong, this woman has learned very little and has not taught much. Yi Fu is barely able to lift the brush." Han Xiangke bowed again.
She did not call herself a commoner. She had an imperial order.
"This old man has a few pieces of calligraphy. If Yi Fu is willing to learn …" Zhong Shaojing felt close to the child as he held him.
"Thank you, Grandpa. Yifu wants to learn. Grandpa's handwriting is beautiful. Uncle Yi also said that he would find time to get Grandpa Zhong's calligraphy for me. "
The child knew who Zhong Shaojing was. He was smart and quickly answered.
"Okay, Grandpa will teach you. Look at these small hands, they were born for painting. "
Zhong Shaojing suddenly realized that the relationship between this family and Li Yi was not ordinary.
He had promised to write a copybook for her. Since Li Yi had asked him to write one for her, he might as well take the initiative to write one for her. Doing so would seem less unscrupulous.
If Li Yi came to ask for a copybook and wrote it himself, it would seem that Li Yi owed him a favor.
Without Li Yi coming over, he liked this child. This was called fate.
If they did not have a good relationship, he would owe a favor. Both parties had common friends and recognized each other when they met. This meant that even the criteria for choosing friends were the same. They were closer.
Zhong Shaojing did not live 60 years in vain. He did not need Li Yi to do it again.
He continued to hold the child. "Have you had dinner?"
The child turned to look at his mother. "Did I eat or not?"
"Hahaha!" Zhong Shaojing laughed. "Yifu, you ate, right? Can you still eat? Grandpa will take you to eat fried skewers? "
Zhong Shaojing could tell at a glance that this child was smart.
"Hurry up and thank your Grandpa Zhong! This child ate more than half a bowl of mutton soup tonight. He said that he liked it, "Han Xiangke added.
"Thank you, Grandpa Zhong. I want to eat fried pork skewers with lean meat and mutton."
The child also knew how to take the opportunity to make requests. This seemed more natural.
He had learned a lot in the Li family's farmstead, and all the children were weird.
Lean pork skewers were cheap. He said that he wanted to eat, but in fact, he wanted to save money for others.
Among the small pieces of meat, mutton was the best. Mutton was expensive, not to mention beef.
Zhong Shaojing smiled and nodded. He carried the child to eat and did not care about this side.
He expressed his admiration for Li Yi. Why were all the children in the Li family's farmstead so smart? Unfortunately, they were still too young.
Your mother just said that you liked mutton, and in the blink of an eye, you said that mutton was mutton? Could fried mutton skewers be better than mutton soup?
But the more this kind of child was, the more likable he was. He had to find a way to throw his grandchildren to Li Family Zhuangzi.
Zhong Shaojing walked in front with the child in his arms. He was happy.
He felt that he had discovered a secret, a big secret. Whoever's child was in Li Family Zhuangzi would benefit.
He could not figure out the reason, but knowing the result was enough.
Pyong Kang Square was in the East Market. As he walked south, he saw the bathing place first. It was the imperial bathing pool.
Next was Wannian County's yamen. If he continued walking, he would see the big night market.
Zhong Shaojing was going to find a place that had beef skewers today so that the child could eat something good.
He was rich. The font of the newspaper, the font of the coupons, and the font of the dictionary were all written by him.
If a rich family wanted a word, they would not ask him. They would ask the members of the Calligraphy Association.
The members were sensible. If they asked him to help judge the words, they would give him money. He would give them some pointers. If the members learned, the rich family would be satisfied, and he would also make money.
He accepted the money with a clear conscience. The name boards, plaques, and couplets in the Imperial City were all written by him.
The three words' Xingqing Palace 'next to Chunming Gate in the East of Chang'an were written by him.
He had always wanted to write gatehouses and memorial arches for Li Family Zhuangzi. Unfortunately, Li Yi did not want them. He did not want anything.
Li Family Zhuangzi did not need any gatehouses. There was no need for memorial arches for soldiers to dismount or civil officials to dismount. The Baishui Bridge stopped them.
If the chancellors were in a hurry, they could ride their horses and cross the bridge.
… …
"Let's eat some skewers first. This restaurant actually has beef this year. Where did they get the beef? I promise to pay a high price. "
Lan Bao asked the Nantian family to rest. The East Market was bustling.
Management fees were needed. Li Longji took this fee in the beginning. It was purely a profit.
At this time, the fees were basically spent on lighting and sanitation. Li Longji received less than 1% of the money.
The oil lamps burned oil. There was a soldier or 16 guards guarding between every two oil lamps.
The lamps were pressurized. Otherwise, they would not be bright enough.
The gasification technology was similar to the blowtorch technology used in hot air balloons. Once the pressure was applied, the diesel, gasoline, and kerosene would be atomized.
In addition, the underground forces would send people to keep an eye on them. As long as someone robbed, they must catch the person. One force was responsible for one area. Whoever made a mistake would be eliminated.
The underground forces called this the Dongzhu Order. The chancellors could hide it, but the Dongzhu could not be bullied.
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