Zhenguan Han-in-law

Chapter 2 Copy Books?

Wei Hao was dragged back to the yard after all, and he was locked in a room that looked like a study, and the steward came in with him.

"Young master, why are you so impulsive? That Wei Cong is the servant of the court! We can't afford it! This is a big deal!" The steward said to Wei Hao anxiously.

"Didn't you say he hit me?" Wei Hao felt a little strange, turned his head to look at the steward and said.

"I meant to say it was his son who beat him. You didn't even hear it before you started!" The steward was about to cry. He had just said a word, and before he could finish speaking, Wei Hao slammed it out with a punch. I was shocked beyond words.

"Ah, his son beat him? Why didn't you tell me earlier?" Wei Hao felt a little regretful when he heard it!

"Young Master, I don't know how much the government will pay this time. Otherwise, if Wei Cong reports to the official, the young master may have to stay in the cell!" manage.

"Isn't it?" Wei Hao also felt a little panicked.

"What kind of official is my father?" Wei Hao thought of this and asked the steward.

"Master is not an official, but has some money!" The steward said anxiously.

"Damn it!" Wei Hao felt that the matter was a little bigger at the moment. He beat the official's son. His father was not an official, so he was too impulsive, so he didn't ask about it in advance.

"Young master, you are not allowed to go out. I will go outside and ask you about it, don't go out!" The steward urged Wei Hao.

Wei Hao nodded, feeling very depressed, inexplicably crossing over, and then fighting inexplicably, and now he might even go to jail for some inexplicable reason. Originally, crossing over was a very unfortunate thing, but now he still has to go to jail?Then Wei Hao didn't dare to think about it.

"My dad seems to be quite rich, so he should be able to solve it, right?" Wei Hao sat there and said unconfidently.

After waiting for almost an hour, there was still no movement. Wei Hao couldn't sit still, so he wanted to open the door. Seven or eight servants immediately stood up at the door, all smiling to please.

"How's it going?" Wei Hao pretended to be calm, he had never seen a storm before.

"I don't know yet, but we are still talking. Wei Cong is still at the mansion, but there is no quarrel. It should be good news!" One of the servants said.

"Oh, I didn't go, I didn't go well, I didn't go well! I'll take a look, and I'll apologize to everyone." Wei Hao raised his legs and wanted to go out. .

"Young Master, don't go!" Several servants immediately blocked Wei Hao's way.

This fool has already caused enough trouble, but he can't be allowed to cause trouble any more.

"Young master, can you just wait inside? Don't go to the front yard, it will be bad if there is another conflict!" One of the older servants persuaded Wei Hao, while the other servants were pounding garlic frequently. nod.

No one believed that Wei Hao would apologize if he went to the front yard, or he would fight. They knew better than anyone what their son was like. They were very impulsive when they did things without going through their brains. The key was to have more strength.

When Wei Furong saw that Wei Hao could not succeed in his studies, he hired a martial arts instructor to teach Wei Hao how to practice martial arts, thinking that Wei Hao would have something by his side, so that he would not suffer a loss when he went out.

But in the past few years, Wei Furong has regretted how many times because of this decision of the year, and Wei Hao has no idea how many things he has caused him outside, and it is useless to say anything. When he got into a fight with someone, or even a little bit of encouragement from others, he would get on.

Hearing what they said, Wei Hao knew that it was impossible to pass, so he had no choice but to go to the study, where the housekeepers closed the door.

"Hey!" Several servants sighed almost at the same time.

"I don't know if the master has done anything wrong. He has given birth to eight daughters, all of them are very smart, but this only son is!" One of the housekeepers said.

"Speak less, are you not afraid of being beaten?" Another servant said in a low voice.

Wei Hao continued to wait inside for almost an hour, and the steward came back.

"Why did you come back?" Wei Hao stood up and said to the steward.

"Isn't it necessary to find out? Young master, the master has lost 300 tons of money. In addition to the best restaurant in the house, people will not report it to the official and will not pursue it. This matter has finally calmed down. By the way, The master will be here soon, the young master may be punished!" The steward said with a sigh, this time the price is not small, it can be said to hurt the vitality of the family.

"Oh! Three hundred coins, is that much?" Wei Hao asked. Wei Hao knew that he would have to lose the money, but Wei Hao was a little unclear about how much the three hundred coins was!

"Can't it be too much? For three hundred guan, you can buy 1000 acres of fertile land around Chang'an City! The key is the restaurant, which is the most profitable restaurant in our house. It is worth more than [-] guan. Someone paid [-] guan before. Qian wanted to buy this restaurant, but the master didn't agree, hey, it's actually paid out now!" The manager also complained to Wei Hao.

"Oh, sixty acres of fertile land?" Wei Hao still looked at the steward in confusion, he still had no idea.

"En!" The steward nodded.

"A lot?" Wei Hao continued to ask.

"My lord, my monthly salary is only 100 Wen. I can work for five months with 200 Wen. I estimate that I will have to work in the mansion for more than 50 years!" said the manager. Calculated for Wei Hao, as a manager, 100 Wen a month in the house is still a high income, and an ordinary maid is between [-] Wen and [-] Wen.

"What, so much?" Wei Hao understood at this moment. This time, he lost a lot of money. According to later generations, a month in charge is worth 2000 yuan, and the usual money is worth about 300 yuan. Three hundred yuan is 300 million. , In addition, there is a restaurant worth [-] yuan, which cost [-] yuan, and one shot cost [-] million yuan.

"I'd rather go to jail!" Wei Hao beat his chest and stamped his feet at this moment, feeling distressed!Thirteen million!

"Go, go now, is it too late to regret it now? You bastard!" Wei Furong just pushed the door and came in. Hearing Wei Hao's words, he was angry and scolded Wei Hao.

At this moment, Wei Hao also stood up, now it is clear that this is his own father, who is not his father who can be so brave!

"Hmph, I know that I will cause trouble for you and tell you not to leave the house. You can't stay at home. From today, you are not allowed to leave the house for a month. If you dare to leave the house, the old man will break your leg!" Wei Furong saw that he was so honest. , There is no arrogance at all, and the tone has eased.

"Well, but, that father, do you need to lose that much money?" Wei Hao asked cautiously. This time, he was a little bit bad, and he felt a little bit sorry.

"Go to jail if you don't lose money! Sit for more than ten or twenty years!" Wei Furong stared at Wei Hao and said fiercely, feeling more helpless in his heart.

"Okay, Dad, don't worry, I'll find a way to get this money back for you." Wei Hao assured Wei Furong, patting his chest.

When Wei Furong heard it, he didn't believe it at all. He didn't know what his son was like.Just him, will he still make money?Less trouble is even a blessing from the ancestors.

"It's useless to talk less, this month, after copying the "Analects of Confucius" and knowing all the words in it, Dad will just let it go." Wei Furong said sternly to Wei Hao.

"After copying, can I go out after I recognize it?" Wei Hao immediately asked when he heard it.

Of course, Wei Hao hopes to go out to see more, to have a taste of the prosperous scenery of Datang and Chang'an. If you come to Datang, you will be banned, so how can you play!

"Humph! Steward Wang! Keep an eye on the young master for me, and if you dare to go out, report to me at any time!" Wei Furong snorted coldly, and then explained to the steward next to Wei Hao, namely Steward Wang.

"Don't hum, can you go out and be accurate!" Wei Hao stood there and shouted at Wei Furong's back.

"After copying, you can go out if you know them all!" Wei Furong shouted angrily, and went out after shouting.

Wei Furong also knew that it would be a year of the monkey and a month of horses for his stupid son to finish copying the Analects of Confucius.

And the steward standing beside him also hated that iron is not steel, and sighed frequently in his heart.

"Come here for the Analects!" Wei Hao said and sat on the table in the study, and stretched out his hand to let his sleeves down.

"Okay, son!" The steward said and handed a roll of bamboo slips to Wei Hao.

"This? The Analects? Was it copied without paper?" Wei Hao looked at Steward Wang in surprise and asked. It was actually a book from bamboo slips, which surprised Wei Hao.

"Master, ordinary people still can't find such books. If you want to use paper, you don't need to say. The key is that you didn't read it before, Master, I'll polish the ink for you!" Steward Wang said and went. Inked.

Wei Hao looked at the brush on the pen holder, then looked at the book on bamboo slips, and then looked at the paper on his desk, it was still yellow paper, and he sighed.

"Just this kind of paper, isn't there anything better?" Wei Hao asked Steward Wang with a look of disgust with the yellow paper.

"Sir, it's good to have paper. Ordinary people practice calligraphy on the sandbox, but you haven't written a few words, Master, and I don't think I have prepared anything for you." Manager Wang looked at Wei Hao and said. , a fool who only knows how to fight and cause trouble, what kind of paper do you need?

"Okay, hey, I've never used a brush before." Wei Hao said with a sigh, holding a brush. He is a modern person and has no hobby of writing brushes.

After speaking, Wei Hao took the brush and started copying the Analects. Most of the characters in it were familiar to him. Although it was in traditional Chinese, Wei Hao could still guess a large part of it, but there were some that he couldn't.

In almost three days, Wei Hao finished copying, and his arm was sore.

"Okay, Steward Wang, let's go, find my father, I want to go out and have a look!" Wei Hao said, holding the wad of papyrus, and was about to find Wei Furong.

"Young Master, I guess you won't be able to get out." Manager Wang looked at Wei Hao and said with a smile.

"Why?" Wei Hao looked at Manager Wang in confusion.

"It's only been three days, so the master's anger probably hasn't subsided." Manager Wang said to Wei Hao with a smile.

Wei Hao heard the same thing, but he thought, Wei Furong has to be trustworthy when he speaks.

(End of this chapter)