Qin Shuyun said: "Brother Xiang, don't you know? Hao'er has invented a new food called tofu. Please try it."
Zhao Wenxiang took a look and saw that there was a dish on the table that he had never seen before.
It should be white, stewed with soybean paste, and after stewing it will turn red in color.
The smell is very fragrant, and it makes you feel appetizing when you smell it.
Zhao Wenxiang nodded, picked up a small piece with chopsticks and put it into his mouth.
It was soft, waxy and mellow in the mouth, a taste he had never tasted before.
Qin Shuyun asked: "Brother Xiang, how does it taste?"
Zhao Wenxiang praised: "Not bad, it has a unique flavor."
Qin Shuyun said: "Brother Xiang, Hao'er and Lao Zhong took this thing to the street to sell it this morning, and sold it for five hundred coins in less than half an hour."
Zhao Wenxiang was startled, and then looked towards Zhao Hao.
"Are you still selling on the streets?"
Seeing that his father seemed a little unhappy, Zhao Hao felt a sudden thought and had to bite the bullet and said: "Dad, don't be angry yet. I just want to make some money. Relying on you and mother is not a long-term solution..."
Qin Shuyun also helped: "Brother Xiang, Hao'er has such independent ideas, we must support him."
After hearing this, Zhao Wenxiang's expression softened slightly and he did not pursue the matter further.
"Okay, let's eat first."
Zhao Hao let out a deep breath, knowing that he probably wouldn't be beaten.
but……
Dad looks exhausted both physically and mentally. Could it be that something happened in the court?
It shouldn't be.
With the Thunderous Thunder that he dedicated, it shouldn't be a problem to defeat the barbarians.
He had only seen his father once in the past few days, but he didn't know what the battle situation was like in Mubeicheng.
He asked weakly: "Dad, has something happened to the court? Could it be that Mubeicheng has fallen?"
Zhao Wenxiang's face immediately darkened and he said, "What nonsense are you talking about? The reinforcements have arrived, how can Mubeicheng fall?"
Zhao Hao said: "Then why are you looking so sad? As long as Mubeicheng is still in our hands, won't it be a matter of time to defeat the barbarians sooner or later?"
Looking sideways at Zhao Hao, Zhao Wenxiang said with a straight face: "What do you know? The barbarian reinforcements have also arrived, and they are determined not to stop until Mubei City is captured. If this happens, it will definitely turn into a protracted war."
Zhao Hao said: "Isn't this a good thing for my Da Gan strategically? I have a profound foundation in Da Gan. The longer we fight, the better it will be for us!"
As soon as he said this, Zhao Wenxiang looked at him with surprise.
Zhao Hao was a little embarrassed by the sight.
"What's wrong? Did I say something wrong?"
of course not!
Zhao Wenxiang just couldn't believe that his muddled mind could actually say such a thing.
After being surprised, Zhao Wenxiang sighed and said: "You are right, but my background in Daqian is not very deep. Now there is a big gap in military expenditure. If we continue to fight..."
He didn't finish what he said, but Zhao Hao understood clearly that if the fight continued for a long time, he would be short of more money.
As a civil servant, my father is in charge of the entire country's money, so it's no wonder he is so worried.
However, if we persist, as long as a large number of Hongtianlei are built, this war will basically be over.
Qin Shuyun on the side felt a little distressed and gave Zhao Wenxiang a piece of food.
"Stop talking about this during dinner, Brother Xiang, I want to discuss with you about Miss Su Si."
Because Zhao Wenxiang came back, Su Si did not come over to have lunch with him.
Zhao Wenxiang knew what his wife was going to say.
He shook his head: "Let's talk about Miss Su later. Now is not the time."
Qin Shuyun didn't force it, she just wanted to change the topic.
"Then it's up to you and put it away first."
Zhao Wenxiang had no appetite and left after a few bites.
Looking at his leaving figure, Qin Shuyun sighed distressedly and said, "Your father's job as an official is not easy. He is so busy every day..."
Zhao Hao advised: "Mom, don't worry, after this period of time, dad won't have so many things to worry about."
Qin Shuyun glared at him fiercely.
"You don't need to talk too much, you brat. If you don't feel sorry for your father, why don't you feel sorry for me?"
Zhao Hao surrendered directly: "Okay, okay, I'm wrong, isn't it okay?"
It’s all superfluous!
Qin Shuyun asked: "By the way, I heard Lao Zhong say, you brat wants to raise pigs in the house? Do you want to die?"
When Zhao Hao heard this, he immediately said angrily: "This old man, I will skin him sooner or later!"
Qin Shuyun scolded: "How dare you try to touch the old clock? Bastard, the old clock has been in our house before you were born. You have worked hard for so many years without complaining..."
Zhao Hao surrendered again.
"Okay, okay, mother, I just said it casually, what's the big deal with you?"
Qin Shuyun glared at him again and said angrily: "Stop talking nonsense, I tell you, you are not allowed to raise pigs in the house, or see how I deal with you!"
Zhao Hao said: "Mom, please be accommodating. It will only be ten days and a half. I will find another place later."
It really doesn't make sense to keep pigs in the house.
After lunch, Zhao Hao returned to his room and took out the drawings of the oil extraction device again to perfect.
In the afternoon, the pig was caught.
Ten in total.
They are all newborn piglets.
Seeing that the pig was so small almost made him angry to death. He thought it would only weigh twenty or thirty pounds.
Seeing his ugly face, Lao Zhong quickly explained.
"Master, we don't have that much money, so we can only buy these newborn piglets."
Zhao Hao rolled his eyes and asked, "How was the shooting with that set of knives?"
Old Zhong said: "The blacksmith shop said that it can be hammered out tomorrow."
Zhao Hao nodded.
"Okay, let me soak the beans tonight, and we'll continue making tofu tomorrow morning."
For two consecutive days, Zhao Hao personally took people to the street to sell tofu.
The weight is stable at more than 300 kilograms every day.
Delicious and not expensive.
It can also be paired with many ingredients.
The reputation of tofu soon spread throughout the imperial capital.
The story of Young Master Zhao selling tofu on the street spread like a whirlwind and everyone knew about it.
On the third day, the Jinqiu Wenhui arrived.
Zhao Hao didn't take it to heart at all and continued to supervise people making tofu in the morning.
When he came back from the sale, Lao Zhong reminded him that today was the beginning of the literary meeting.
After changing his clothes, Zhao Hao came to Su Si's yard, and was quickly greeted by a pretty little maid.
"Master, are you looking for a young lady?"
Zhao Hao said: "Today is the day of the annual Mid-Autumn Festival Cultural Festival. Go and ask your lady if you want to go with me."
The little maid nodded and quickly entered the house.
After a while, Su Si in a blue dress came out.
Zhao Hao said softly: "Miss Su, today is the Mid-Autumn Festival Cultural Festival. Do you want to go with me?"
Su Si bowed slightly and said softly: "The slave family is willing."
Zhao Hao smiled and said: "Okay, let's set off now!"
How can we do this kind of cultural gathering without a girl?
