"Huh? Kneel down?"

Zhao Hao looked puzzled and looked at Jiang Zheng doubtfully: "Father, we don't care about this in private, right?"

"presumptuous!"

Jiang Zheng glared at him: "You and Zhiyu are not married yet, how dare you be so presumptuous? Kneel down!"

"Hey! Okay!"

Zhao Haoma Liu knelt down: "Look, I knelt down! But you have to tell me what I committed, right? I am fighting against the literati of the four countries, and I am writing plays to enrich the spiritual life of the people in the deserted country.

, and you’re still angry!”

Jiang Zheng glanced at him sideways: "So, Lord Wenquxing is affected?"

Zhao Hao grinned: "Looking at what you said, I'm almost embarrassed!"

"Excuse me?"

Jiang Zheng snorted coldly: "I didn't see you being embarrassed when you used the Huangguo culture as a sign and used the Xinyue Tea House to make money crazily!"

Like a cat whose tail was stepped on, Zhao Hao quickly knelt down and said, "Using the desert country's cultural context as a sign? I'm not, I don't have it, don't talk nonsense! My Zhao Hao's motto in life is to be honest.

I cannot afford to wear this hat of being a down-to-earth person and doing things down-to-earth!

You said I am making money. If I really wanted to make money, I would have sold the turf on the other side. Besides, you don’t know that our plays are free for the people these days. Who in Kyoto doesn’t know that?

, what I, Zhao Hao, dislike the most is money!"

"..."

Jiang Zheng looked at his talkative appearance, feeling angry and amused in his heart.

However, if you think about it carefully, this seems to be true. These days, the Qingyue Troupe performs opera, which is like doing charity. Everyone who has gone to the opera will miss Zhao Hao.

But it's not like he didn't understand what Zhao Hao was planning.

The first half of the play is free for people to watch, but the plot ends abruptly when the woman disguises herself as a man to take the first prize. Doesn't this force people to pay for the second half of the play?

In the end, he even said that he didn’t like money.

I don’t know who I learned this dog face from.

Jiang Zheng said with great interest: "Oh? Mr. Wenquxing, let me tell you that the literati from the four countries blocked the door of the Zhenguo Mansion a few days ago. You hold such a good collection of poems in your hands, but you don't show off the power of the literary world in the wilderness. You are just a dog.

The last sentence was thrown out by the dog! What? Only those who have paid a hundred gold can listen to your words?"

Zhao Hao seemed to have been greatly wronged, and said in an angry tone: "I can't blame you as hard as you do! The Xinyue Tea House on the other side can accommodate at least a few hundred people, so why pay a hundred gold to hear it?"

Furthermore, I just accidentally caught the cold, so I rested in Fengwu Garden for a few days, thinking about taking this opportunity to write more plays. Who would have thought that someone would dare to block the door of the Zhenguo Mansion? If you don’t believe it, here’s the answer:

They sent guards to arrest Xu Lingyun from the Qingyue class and asked her if she had a playbook in her hand that was better than "The Female Consort".

As for that sentence, it was not written for poetry at all, but for people who could not be reunited with their families. Think about it, how many merchants from the five countries in Kyoto are unable to return home, and how many children have no time to guard the border.

Mr. Chao, if I send them the sentence 'We share the beauty of the moon even though we are thousands of miles apart', wouldn't it be more meaningful than a poem about fighting?"

Zhao Hao wiped the corners of his eyes as he spoke, as if he had suffered all the grievances in the world.

But Jiang Zheng could see that this bitch didn't shed a single tear at all, and even glanced at himself from time to time when wiping the corners of his eyes.

What kind of bad acting is this?

Jiang Zheng could tell at a glance that he was acting. This kid could say anything to make money.

But unfortunately, these reasons are quite convincing.

"So, you dare to accept a hundred gold?"

"I didn't force them to buy. My Zhao Hao's motto in life is never to buy or sell by force. I was worried that I wouldn't be able to sell any of them!"

Your motto in life just now was to be an honest person and do things down-to-earth!

Why did it change so quickly?

Jiang Zhengguang wanted to kick this kid on the butt. Seeing this kid's shameless look, he was really angry and wanted to laugh.

"Isn't this just to make money?"

"That's not the designation!"

Zhao Hao replied firmly.

Jiang Zheng looked at him sideways and tapped the edge of the bed with his fingers: "Since you don't want to make money, then you ask, why do you let those snack shops and dried fruit shops lower their prices to supply you? You even care about the people's money.

With?"

Zhao Hao said with great grievance: "Business is all about love and willingness, and I didn't push their heads to supply goods to me! And you must know more about business than me. It was them who started this Yueming Ceremony."

Great opportunity for a sign.

This opportunity is usually hard to buy, so I just want them to give me some money to supply the goods. My life motto, Zhao Hao, is to never let the common people suffer!"

Another life motto!

Jiang Zheng sneered: "How many more mottos do you have in life? Let's talk about them together!"

"Wait a minute!"

Zhao Hao slowly took out a booklet from his arms, licked his fingers, and opened the first page: "The first box..."

Jiang Zheng quickly stopped him: "Let's put aside your life motto for now and let's get down to business first!"

Zhao Hao quickly put the pamphlet in his pocket and said respectfully: "You say it!"

Jiang Zheng shook his head: "You kid, you can make a lot of money just by selling seats, so why are you greedy for the three melons and two dates in the people's pockets?"

"You can't say that!"

Zhao Hao had a serious look on his face: "In this grand ceremony, the people who bought the seats are all because of my talent, which means that all the things that can be sold for money are made because of me.

Others say that our Zhenguofu is rich, but in fact my grandfather and my father’s salary is just that. All my expenses come from the rewards you give to the Zhenguofu, but every time after a war, my grandfather will donate a large sum.

Pen out.

I have no problem tightening my belt and living a life, but aren’t we getting married soon? Zhiyu also grew up in the palm of your hand. I can let her live a hard life? I can’t do it for a living.

Is it profitable?"

As he spoke, his smile gradually turned bitter.

The words are full of adult helplessness.

Jiang Zheng had never seen Zhao Hao like this before. He never expected that this guy who had been idle since childhood would be willing to pay so much for his daughter.

Thinking back to his past, he spent all his time wandering around enjoying himself.

Who would have thought that as soon as they got engaged, they would start worrying about the couple's future livelihood.

He has really grown up a bit.

He couldn't help laughing and scolding: "You are the grandson of the Duke of Zhenguo, and Zhiyu is my daughter, how can I let you go hungry?"

Zhao Hao shook his head: "Grandpa said that everything in Zhenguo Mansion belongs to Huangguo. As long as you need it, he will donate it all at any time. I am not complaining, I am just thinking that Zhiyu and I are adults.

You can’t always rely on your elders for support, right?

Even if we shamelessly rely on our elders to support us, what if we have a baby in the future? All three of us in the family are just waiting to be fed, waiting to suck the blood of our elders? Good guy, all three in our family are babies."

Jiang Zheng looked at Zhao Hao and was filled with emotion for a moment, pointing to the small soft stool next to him.

"Stop kneeling! Sit down!"

"good!"

Zhao Hao nodded and sat down with a sad expression. It took him a while to adjust.

He looked at Jiang Zheng: "That's right, father!"

"uh-huh?"

Jiang Zheng did not correct the title.

Zhao Hao sighed and said: "During the Mid-Autumn Festival, veterans like Grandpa Meng and Grandpa Zhou are quite deserted at home. I want to bring them over to liven up the fun, but with their stubborn tempers, they definitely don't want to take advantage of me.

It’s so cheap, how about you come forward and buy the seats for them, and then I’ll refund the money to you?”

"Um?"
Chapter completed!