The lady escaped marriage and became addicted

Chapter 98: Daddy’s Promise to Get Marriage (4)
Just as Zhao Shihua had this intention, he nodded and said, "That's very good!"

He Minglang laughed twice, and the two got up and pleaded guilty with everyone in the same year, leaving 20 taels of silver as before the meal, and they left with each other.

After walking out of the Haoran Building, He Minglang invited: "It's still early, if Brother Zhao doesn't dislike it, why don't you go and drink tea? I got a little tea for my brother, just in time to have a taste with my brother."

"So, I'll bother Brother He." Zhao Shihua thought that Qian Rui and Wei Qingyuan had gone back, and even if he went back, he would be alone. Could it be that he met a confidant like He Minglang, so he agreed with a smile.

The two talked while walking, and they didn't take a carriage.In He Minglang's words, it's just a matter of blowing the wind to sober up.Zhao Shihua was born as a farmer, so naturally he didn't care about walking a few steps.

He Minglang teased and said: "It's rare for a good brother to look down on beauty at such a young age. That red-sleeved girl is a red card girl in Qunfang Pavilion. I'm very disappointed to see her for my brother!"

Zhao Shihua smiled, but said in a very firm tone: "Sheng Lin has only embraced two women in his life. Even if he is lucky enough to become a high school scholar and become an official in the future, he will never take concubines."

"Oh? Two women?" He Minglang couldn't help asking curiously, "Could it be that Zhao Xiandi still has a wife like him?"

Zhao Shihua shook his head and smiled and said, "What is your wife? The other one is my daughter." Maybe it was because he had been drinking, or maybe he was in a good mood after winning the exam. "My daughter-in-law is my sweetheart. I promised her that no matter what happens in her life, she will never take a concubine. Besides, I married a humble young man and we are here today. How can I let her down? She gave me I gave birth to the cutest and most caring daughter in the world... Speaking of my sister Ran, I really wish I could give her the best things in the world. But I am useless as a father. I couldn't even eat before. Let her eat. Now it's finally done, and I can make two more new clothes for my little girl, buy her a good set of pens and ink, and find her a good home in the future..."

He Minglang couldn't help but feel moved when he heard this, and suddenly said: "Xiandi Zhao, how old is your love?"

Zhao Shihua replied: "It's five and a half years old, and it will be six years old after the new year."

He Minglang also has a daughter, and he loves her on weekdays, but he would never praise her like a baby in the center of his mouth like Zhao Shihua, so he tentatively said: "Looking at Zhao Xiandi's appearance, my niece must be smart and cute."

Zhao Shihua kept nodding, and couldn't help boasting: "My daughter-in-law is smart, filial and considerate. I enlightened his brother, and she learned faster than her brother... At that time, the family was poor, and they couldn't even practice calligraphy for the children. She didn’t even have any paper, so she just wrote on the sandboard, and only when she was familiar with it did she write on the paper her brother had written, but she wrote better than her brother..."

The more He Minglang listened, the more curious he became, and he couldn't help being surprised: "In this way, isn't the niece better than the son?"

Zhao Shihua nodded repeatedly and said, "That's right! My daughter-in-law wouldn't give me ten sons in exchange."

He Minglang couldn't help laughing, but he felt more and more that Zhao Shihua was a man of temperament. Although he was smooth in dealing with things, he was sincere and straightforward in dealing with others.

"Speaking of which, Brother Wei's family also has a treasured piece of "Luo Shen Fu Tu". Although it is a copy, it is also very precious because of its skillful brushwork. Come taste it with me?"

"It's Sheng Lin's honor. I'm not afraid of elder brother's ridicule when I say it. The so-called piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, my younger brother can barely read, but younger brother Qin can't; I also learned chess from Master Qian, and I have been criticized by Master Qian all the time. It's a basket for stinky chess; this painting is not as good as my sister Ran's painting!"

"Hehe, my virtuous brother is too modest. I don't know about other elder brothers, but my virtuous brother's handwriting is very strong, which is rare."

The two talked while walking, and after about [-] minutes, they arrived at He's house.

He Minglang took Zhao Shihua in through the side door, and had someone notify his wife, the old lady, and took Zhao Shihua to the study in the outer courtyard.

The He family has been a big family in Jiangyang City for many years. Although the study in the outer courtyard is only one of the three study rooms of the He family, it is also full of books. From a rough look, there may not be less than ten thousand volumes.

He Minglang asked Zhao Shihua to sit down, the servant in the study brought the tea set, and He Minglang made tea himself.

The utensils and brewing method of this clear tea were passed down from the capital. Zhao Shihua had seen Master Mingjing and Lord Qian make it, but he himself had never had the experience of how to do it.But watching He Minglang burn incense and clean his hands first, then look at the purple tea set that he has never seen before, and then watch him warm the pot, choose tea, brew, smell the fragrance, and a series of steps like flowing water, and finally pass it to himself The teacup in front of him was small and delicate, with a wafting fragrance of tea and a dark green color, so he knew that He Minglang seemed to be more particular about tea tasting than Master Ming Jing and Mr. Qian.

Zhao Shihua took a teacup and took a deep breath of the tea fragrance, then took a shallow sip of the tea, squinted his eyes slightly, pondered for a while, and then sighed: "Life is like tea, it is slightly bitter at the beginning, and aftertaste is sweet aftertaste."

When He Minglang saw Zhao Shihua sniffing the fragrance carefully, he knew that he was also a person who knew tea, and after hearing his exclamation, he knew that he was also a rare and transparent person, and immediately praised: "Your brother is really a brother and confidant! How about we become brothers of the opposite sex?"

Zhao Shihua was startled for a moment, then smiled and said, "That's my honor! It's my luck to meet my brother in Jiangyang!"

He Minglang did what he said, and immediately asked people to prepare it, and then sent the news back to the inner courtyard, asking his wife to prepare the guest room, and he wanted to keep his younger brother to stay at home tonight.

While waiting, He Minglang took out the copy of "Luo Shen Fu Tu" handed down by his ancestors, and carefully unfolded it on the table for Zhao Shihua to appreciate.Because the picture scroll is too long, I can only read a section and expand a section. The two of them get together and comment while reading.

Zhao Shihua actually doesn't know much about paintings, but he can see the preciousness of this painting.Many scenes are depicted in it, and the characters are arranged densely and densely, alternating, overlapping, and exchanging naturally in different time and space, and in the depiction of mountains and rivers, all of them show a kind of spatial beauty. Like a frightened bird, graceful like a dragon swimming", the elegant beauty.But because he had seen too much of his daughter's realistic painting style, he couldn't help thinking that if An Ran could see this painting and paint it with her unique painting method, it might become a treasure handed down from generation to generation.

(End of this chapter)