"Brother Xian and slow, I also have a good intention, you owe Chang Zhutou such a big debt, it is impossible to raise enough money to repay it in a short period of time, and when Chang Xing brings someone over to claim the debt, it is when you and Ping'er both fall into the fire pit, you might as well sell Ping'er to me." Zheng Zeliang actually grabbed Zheng Hao's sleeve.

"Not for sale!" Zheng Hao said bluntly.

His face was a little pale.

At this moment, his mood was very irritable, and a strong sense of humiliation seized him, making him a little angry.

"Brother Xian, why are you doing this, why don't you do this, I'll lend you some pen, ink, paper and inkstone, you can use it first, once you can't repay your debts in time and need to sell Ping'er, sell her to me, okay?" Zheng Zeliang said.

"I need to set up a note first, my family has the right of first refusal, and the price is set at ten taels." Zheng Zhi interjected on the side.

At the end of the Ming Dynasty, the price of a girl with some appearance was twenty or thirty taels.

And a stunning girl like Ping'er has no problem selling fifty taels.

Zheng Zhi said the number "ten taels" as soon as he opened his mouth, which is a typical autumn wind behavior.

Special meow!

Zheng Hao couldn't help but curse in his stomach, this patriarch is too shrewd, right? It's a rhythm that will take advantage of death.

"Ten taels is too little, father, in my opinion, it is more fair to set the number at fifteen." Zheng Zeliang also said at this time.

It's a little stronger than his father, but he still wants to pick up the cheapest.

This is bullying yourself at a young age wow!

Zheng Hao rolled his eyes, and said with a sneer: "Brother Zeliangxian, just get rid of the note, if you have the heart to help me, lend me pen, ink, paper and inkstone, and you will repay it in the future, if you don't want to borrow it, forget it, I'll think of another way." ”

He was vague in his words.

didn't say that he promised to sell Ping'er to Zheng Zeliang, nor did he say that he wouldn't agree.

This is a thought for Zheng Zeliang.

"Okay, Brother Xian, then I will lend you the four treasures of the study you need, and hope that you can survive the difficulties." Zheng Zeliang wanted to sell Zheng Hao a good one, so he said.

"My son, no! Zheng Hao must first set up a note before he can lend him the four treasures of the study. Zheng Zhi shook his hand beside him.

"Father, Brother Hao once had a friendship with me, we are the same clan and the same clan, and we are blood relatives who have not yet come out of the five suits, and now Brother Hao is in trouble, how can we not help him?" Zheng Zeliang said quite generously while glaring at Zheng Zhizhi.

Zheng Zhi shook his head and shook a sentence: "That's it!" I don't care, and I'll let you toss it. ”

He turned and went back to his room.

Zheng Zeliang took Zheng Hao to the wing room where he lived.

The windows in the room were small, and although it was daylight, the light was very dim.

Zheng Zeliang took a few knives of paper, a trumpet wolf's hair, some pine smoke ink blocks and an inkstone to Zheng Hao.

"Brother Xian, you take these first, if it's not enough, then come to Brother Fool to get it." Zheng Zeliang said to Zheng Hao.

"Thank you, Brother Xian, I'll say goodbye first, and I'll come back another day to say hello to my uncle and Brother Xian." Zheng Hao and Zheng Zeliang greeted each other and took these pen, ink, paper, and inkstones to say goodbye and leave.

On the way back, he was in a very happy mood.

With these four treasures of the study, he can let go of his hands and feet.

Zheng Hao returned home, but Ping'er greeted him.

"Young master, the meal is ready, come and dine." Ping'er said.

"Hmmm! Sister Ping'er, you can put these away for me, and I'm going to make some paintings in the afternoon. Zheng Hao smiled slightly and said to Ping'er.

"Young master, are you going to draw those naked people that you just painted?" Ping'er asked with a shy face.

"Yes, I have no way to do it, I have to draw some Spring Palace to sell for money, and pay off the debts owed to those killers as soon as possible, and then I can feel at ease." Zheng Hao said with a straight face.

"Hmm! The young master originally painted this to make money. I don't know when the young master learned to paint, but he can draw so well, if the person in the painting can wear more clothes, it would be better. Ping'er said shyly.

"It's boring to wear more clothes, in order to sell more money, you can only cater to the preferences of those wealthy gentlemen, Ping'er has to understand me." Zheng Hao said with a smile.

"Actually, in fact, there is nothing to paint the Spring Palace, many literati and scholars today have painted some Spring Palaces, when my parents were still alive when I was a child, I once saw a Spring Palace painting in my mother's dowry, so embarrassing." Ping'er glanced up at Zheng Hao and said.

"Ping'er, let's eat, after eating, we can start work." Zheng Hao said.

Ping'er went to collect the four treasures of the study brought by Zheng Hao, and brought a bowl of rice porridge for Zheng Haosheng.

The rice porridge is still thick enough, and it should be no problem to stand up with chopsticks.

Zheng Hao was already hungry, so he picked up the bowl and began to drink it in a big gulp.

As for vegetables and steamed buns, he didn't even think about it.

In these days, it is already good for the poor to be able to eat porridge for three meals. Even in the rich Jiangnan, when the green and yellow are not harvested, people who starve to death can be seen everywhere.

When Zheng Hao was eating porridge, he didn't see Ping'er coming with his own bowl, so he went to the kitchen by himself, but saw Ping'er leaning against the wall, holding a bowl and cooking.

It's just a sparse bowl with a few grains of rice.

Zheng Hao frowned.

He knew that Ping'er had fished all the thick food for herself, and she only drank some soup herself.

"Huh?! Young master, the gentleman is far away from cooking, what are you doing in the kitchen? Seeing Zheng Hao, Ping'er stood up with her bowl.

"Why are you suffering, just use some soup, you will be hungry, we should share the joys and sorrows, come! I'll give you some thick rice. Zheng Hao stiffened his face, and without saying anything, he gave Ping'er some rice in his bowl.

"Young master, I can't help it, you should eat more." Ping'er wanted to dodge, but was stopped by Zheng Hao.

"Sister Ping'er, you are such a charming beauty, how can I be willing to let you go hungry? You don't have to save too much, I believe that in a few days, we will be able to come to the bitter end. Zheng Hao said with a smile.

Now, Zheng Hao regards Ping'er as his relative from the bottom of his heart.

I came to this chaotic world at the end of the Ming Dynasty alone, lonely and miserable, and it was precisely because of Ping'er's considerate care that I could feel a trace of warmth.

"Young master, you are too good to me." Ping'er's eyes were red.

"What's good, I made you suffer with me before, and I will compensate you more in the future." Zheng Hao smiled and raised his hand to touch her head, thought for a while and then took his hand back, and said.

After the two finished eating, Ping'er went to clean up the dishes and chopsticks, but Zheng Hao paced to the room where he lived.

Where to paint, that's the question.

Because there was no table in the house, only a bed remained.

Zheng Hao frowned, he came out of the room with his hands behind his back, and when he walked into the courtyard, he saw the square stone table under an osmanthus tree in the courtyard.

The stone table was cleaned, and it was relatively flat, and it was not bad to paint on this table.