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

"Young Master, why are you so impulsive? That Wei Cong, he is the one who is the Ministry of Civil Affairs! We can't afford to mess with us! Now it's a big deal! The steward said anxiously to Wei Hao.

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

"I want to say that it was his son who beat him, and you didn't even finish listening to it, so you did it!" The steward was about to cry, he had just said a head, and before he finished speaking, Wei Hao blasted out with a punch, and the rest of the words were shocked and couldn't speak.

"Ah, his son hit? Why didn't you say it earlier? When Wei Hao heard this, he also regretted it a little!

"Childe, I don't know how much money I have to pay this time, otherwise, if Wei Cong reports to the official, the young master may have to stay in the cell!" The steward clutched his hand with a sad face, not knowing what to do for a moment.

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

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

"The master is not an official, but he has a little money!" The steward said anxiously.

"it!" Wei Hao felt that the matter was a bit big at the moment, he beat the official's son, he was not an official yet, and he was too impulsive, so he didn't inquire in advance.

"Childe, you are not allowed to go out, I will go outside to inquire for you, don't go out!" The steward told Wei Hao to say.

Wei Hao nodded, he was very depressed, he crossed over inexplicably, and then he fought inexplicably, and now he has to go to jail for some reason, it was a very unlucky thing to cross over, and now he still has to go to jail? That... Wei Hao didn't dare to think about it anymore.

"My dad seems to be quite rich, so he should be able to solve it, right?" Wei Hao sat there and said unconfidently, there is no way, now I can only count on that cheap father.

After waiting for almost an hour, there was no movement, Wei Hao couldn't sit still, so he wanted to open the door, and seven or eight family members immediately stood up at the door, all of them flattering and smiling.

"How's it up ahead?" Wei Hao pretended to be calm, he hadn't seen any strong winds and waves.

"I don't know yet, but I'm still talking, Wei Cong is still in the house, but he hasn't quarreled, it should be good news!" One of the housekeepers spoke.

"Oh, I didn't go, I didn't go, I didn't go! I'll take a look, and I'll apologize. Wei Hao raised his leg to go out as he spoke, knowing that the other party had not left, so it meant that there was something to talk about.

"Childe, don't go!" A few family members immediately blocked Wei Hao's way.

This kid has caused enough trouble, but he can't be allowed to make trouble anymore.

"Childe, can you just wait inside? Don't go to the front yard, it's not good to have another conflict when the time comes! One of the older family members persuaded Wei Hao, and the other family members nodded frequently like mashed garlic.

No one believes that Wei Hao will apologize when he goes to the front yard, and he will fight if he doesn't do it, what is their son-in-law like, they know better than anyone else, they don't do things through their brains, they are very impulsive, the key is that they have a lot of strength.

Back then, Wei Furong saw that Wei Hao couldn't study, so he found a martial arts head to teach Wei Hao to practice martial arts, thinking that Wei Hao would have something to do with him, so that he would not suffer when he went out.

But in the past few years, Wei Furong doesn't know how many times he regretted this decision back then, and Wei Hao didn't know how many things he had provoked him outside, no matter how useless he was, as long as others provoked him a little, he would be able to fight with others, and even if others were a little instigated, he would be on it.

When Wei Hao heard them say this, he knew that it was impossible to go over, so he had no choice but to go to the study, and the family closed the door.

"Hey!" Several of them sighed almost at the same time.

"The master doesn't know what he has done, and he gave birth to eight daughters, all of whom are very smart, but this only son is...!" One of the housekeepers spoke.

"Don't talk less, aren't you afraid of being beaten?" The other family member lowered his voice and reprimanded.

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

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

"Isn't that to be inquired into? Childe, the lord lost 300 yuan, plus the best restaurant in the house, people didn't report to the official, and they didn't pursue it, and the matter finally calmed down. By the way, the master will come over soon, and the young master may be punished! The steward sighed in his heart and said, the price this time is not small, it can be said that it hurts the vitality of the mansion.

"Oh! Is it too much for 300 yuan? Wei Hao opened his mouth and asked, losing money Wei Hao knew that he would definitely have to lose, but how much was the three hundred yuan, Wei Hao was a little unclear!

"Can it be more? With 300 yuan, you can buy 60 acres of fertile land around Chang'an City! The key is that restaurant, that is the most profitable restaurant in our house, worth more than 1,000 yuan, someone wanted to buy this restaurant for 1,000 yuan before, but the lord didn't agree, hey, now it's actually lost! The person in charge also complained a little to Wei Hao.

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

"Yes!" The steward nodded.

"A lot?" Wei Hao continued to ask.

"Childe, my monthly salary is only 200 yuan, and the money has always allowed me to do it for five months, 300 yuan, I estimate that I will have to work in the house for more than 100 years!" The steward said and calculated it for Wei Hao, as a steward, 200 wen a month in the house, that is still a high income, and an ordinary maid, that is, between 50 and 100 wen.

"What, so much?" Wei Hao understood at this moment, this time he lost a lot of money, according to the future generations, even if the steward is two thousand yuan a month, the money is almost worth ten thousand, and three hundred yuan is three million, and there is also a restaurant worth one thousand yuan, that is, it cost 130,000 yuan, and 13 million yuan was knocked out in one fight.

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

"Go, go now, it's too late to regret now? You bunny! Wei Furong happened to push the door in at this moment, and when he heard Wei Hao say this, he was angry and scolded Wei Hao.

At this moment, Wei Hao also stood up, now it is clear, this is his own father, yes, who can be so open-minded if he is not his father!

"Hmph, I know that I will make trouble, let you not go out of the house, you can't stay at home, from today on, you are not allowed to leave the house in January, dare to go out of the house, the old man will break your legs!" Wei Furong saw that he was so honest, and he didn't have the arrogance he had just now, and his tone softened.

"Well, but... Dad, do you need to lose that much money? Wei Hao asked cautiously, this time the pit was a bit bad, and he was a little unhappy in his heart.

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

"Okay, dad, don't worry, I'll find a way to earn you back this money." Wei Hao patted Wei Furong's chest and reassured.

When Wei Furong heard it, he didn't believe it at all, what was his son like, he didn't know it yet? Just him, will he still make money? Causing less trouble can be regarded as the blessing of the ancestors.

"It's useless to talk about it, this month, after copying the "Analects" and knowing all the words in it, my father will stop this matter." Wei Furong said sternly to Wei Hao.

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

Of course, Wei Hao wants to go out and see more, and appreciate the prosperous style of Datang and Chang'an.

"Humph! The king is in charge! You keep an eye on the young master for me, if you dare to go out, tell me at any time! Wei Furong snorted coldly, and then explained to the steward beside Wei Hao, that is, the steward of the king.

"Don't hum, can you go out, give me the right words!" Wei Hao stood there and shouted at Wei Furong's back.

"After copying, you can go out when you know everything!" Wei Furong shouted angrily, and went out after shouting.

Wei Furong also knew that if his stupid son finished copying the Analects, he didn't know that it would be the Year of the Monkey.

And the steward on the side stood there and hated that iron could not become steel, and he sighed frequently in his heart.

"Find the Analects!" Wei Hao sat down on the table in the study as he spoke, and stretched out his hand to let his sleeves come down.

"Okay, Childe!" As he spoke, the steward took a roll of bamboo slips and handed it to Wei Hao.

"This? Analects? Isn't there a paper copy? Wei Hao looked at Steward Wang in surprise and asked, it was actually a book of bamboo slips, which surprised Wei Hao.

"Childe, ordinary people can't find such books, if you want to use paper, don't say it's expensive, the key is that you didn't read it before, Childe, the small one will polish your ink!" So saying, the steward of the king went to sharpen the ink.

Wei Hao looked at the brush on the pen holder, then looked at the book of bamboo slips, and then looked at the paper on his desk, or yellow paper, and sighed.

"Isn't there anything better about this paper?" Wei Hao took the yellow paper with a disgusted face, and asked Steward Wang.

"Childe, it's good to have paper, ordinary people practice calligraphy on the sandbox, but you haven't written a few words, young master, and the master probably didn't prepare it for you." Steward 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.

"Well, hey, the brush, I've never used it." Wei Hao took the brush and said with a sigh that he was a modern person and had no hobby of writing brushes.

Saying that, Wei Hao took a brush and began to copy the Analects, most of the words in it are known, although they are traditional characters, but Wei Hao can still guess a large part of them, but there are still some that can't.

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

"Okay, steward Wang, go, find my father, I'm going out to have a look!" Wei Hao said that he took the pile of straw paper and was going to find Wei Furong.

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

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

"It's only been three days, and the master's anger is estimated to have not subsided." Steward Wang said to Wei Hao with a smile.

Wei Hao heard the same, but thought, how can Wei Furong talk about credit.