Chapter 13: First Meeting, Mom and Dad

The second elder pulled the two sisters to show the various gifts they brought back: "This is Wuchuan's bacon, you smell it, you smell it, it's fragrant." Also, you see, the clay figurines of the green pine, two pairs, we will keep one pair, and the two of you will have one pair. Eh, be careful, don't fall. And this ......"

It didn't take long for Zhao Po and Zhao Jin's arms to be stuffed with things. There are expensive, some cheap, some urbane, some quirky, all-encompassing.

Zhao Jin looked helpless, glanced at Zhao Po, but found that her sister was full of smiles, looking at this pile of gifts like a baby, and she unconsciously felt a little joy in her heart.

After distributing the gifts, Zhao Songshi asked, "Po'er, how have you practiced calligraphy recently?" As a father, I need to check it. ”

Zhao Po sighed in his heart.

I used to practice calligraphy for a few years, but wouldn't it be humiliating to take it out in front of the original owner's father?

Zhao Po smirked a few times, handed over the things in his arms to Shuang'er, walked to Zhao Songshi's side and said, "Dad, I have something important to tell you." ”

"Oh? What's up? ”

"My daughter has recently taken charge of the Sunrise Pavilion."

The second elder was stunned.

"What did you say?"

"I'm the treasurer of the Sunrise Pavilion now."

The two elders glanced at each other, and then looked at Zhao Po.

Zhao Songshi confirmed: "You are now the treasurer of the Sunrise Pavilion?" ”

"Not exactly, there are still details that have not yet been finalized. But now the Sunrise Pavilion is basically my manager. ”

Zhao's mother, Meng Yunlan, patted Zhao Po's shoulder excitedly and said, "Girl, it's time to breathe!" ”

Zhao Songshi smiled with satisfaction: "You have always been weak, happy and quiet, don't go out, I didn't expect that if you don't make a move, you will be so good as soon as you make a move." ”

"Daddy praised it." Zhao Po curtsied and continued: "It's just that I haven't taken office yet, and I have encountered some difficulties, and I hope that my father will help." ”

"That's natural, but it doesn't hurt to say it."

"I have agreed with the prince to hold a cultural gathering at the Risheng Pavilion on the fifteenth day of next month, when many talented people from all over Huazhou will come. I wonder if my father would like to show up? ”

"What kind of busyness is this, it's easy to say."

"I also want to change the plaque of Sunrise Pavilion. Can you ask my father to write in ink, and I will ask someone to make a plaque of the three words 'Sunrise Pavilion' that you wrote? ”

"What's so hard about that. Tomorrow you come to the study, and I will write to you. ”

Zhao Po was overjoyed and said, "Thank you, father." ”

Zhao Jin stepped forward to hold her sister's arm and said with a smile: "Daddy has always doted on my sister, and it's not unusual to be able to agree." But sister, it's amazing that you can come up with this method. Who doesn't know the good name of Daddy, there is an inscription of Daddy, and the Sunrise Pavilion is still worried about no business. I just heard that my sister is in charge of the Sunrise Pavilion before, and I don't feel at ease, but now it seems that although my sister is usually nested at home, her brain is very clever. ”

Zhao Po smiled and nodded the tip of Zhao Jin's nose: "Borrow my sister's auspicious words." When the time comes, if you really make money, I'll buy you whatever my sister wants. ”

When the original owner's parents did not come back, Zhao Po's heart was always hanging, for fear that they would not allow him to engage in business and "show his face".

Now that I finally met the real person, I gradually got acquainted with each other in the afternoon, and the strings that had been tense in Zhao Po's heart gradually loosened, and he began to chat and laugh with them. From the two strangers he had just met, Zhao Po actually felt the warmth of his long-lost home.

It's a pity that my family and friends can never be seen again.

What are your parents doing now? Planning your own funeral?

Thinking about it, Zhao Po's nose was sour, and tears welled up. She held back and didn't let the tears flow.

Meng Yunlan found that Zhao Po was not in the right state, so she lowered her head and asked softly, "What's wrong?" ”

Zhao Po scraped away the drooping tears, smiled and shook his head: "It's okay, Daddy is back, Po'er is very happy." ”

Meng Yunlan had mixed feelings in her heart, she didn't know whether it was sour or warm, she hugged Zhao Po into her arms, gently stroked her hair, and said softly: "Look at you kid." It's your dad this time, and he's going anywhere, and it's not a day. ”

Zhao Songshi immediately retorted: "You don't want to go to the fourth master of the Yang family to make a move, and you have taken a lot of detours......"

Meng Yunlan glared at him, and the latter obediently stopped: "It's all because the horse prepared by Lao Chen is slow and short." ”

Meng Yunlan took over: "Don't cry, child, we have to stay at home for a while this time." If you have any trouble, just tell us, and we will take care of it for you. Haven't you started practicing recently, I'll teach you in person another day, what experience does Zhao Jin have in teaching people? ”

Zhao Jin immediately protested.

Zhao Po burst into tears and laughed.

At this time, a maid walked in and said that dinner was ready.

"Today's dinner has the mushroom and pork sausage I brought back from Yunnan, which is very fresh, go and try it." Meng Yunlan greeted, got up and walked towards the dining room.

The Zhao family was happy at this time, but the Song family was as lonely as ever.

Song Jue was eating quietly at the small table next to the study, and his eyes looked at the paper next to his arm from time to time.

He ate quickly, and in a few moments he ran out.

The little maid stepped forward to clean up and take the dishes out.

Wei Feng said: "Young master, the Zhao family and his wife returned home late last night, and the two young ladies went to ask for peace today. Miss Zhao Po asked Mr. Zhao to make a plaque for the inscription of the Sunrise Pavilion and participate in the poetry meeting. ”

"Inscription as a plaque?" Song Jue chuckled, lowered his head and thought about it, and ordered: "Let Lou Mu arrange it and put this news fifty percent." ”

"Yes, young master. It's almost the end of the month. In two days, you will be able to know the plan and snacks made by Miss Zhao. Not sure how she did. Wei Feng looked at Song Jue's expression expectantly.

"Looking at her progress and posture, there shouldn't be any major problems. However, compared to the end of the month, I am looking forward to the fifteenth day of next month. Song Jue raised his head and looked at Wei Feng with a smile.

"Not really. The young master has always had a good eye for people, I know. But this time, even I was a little suspicious of Miss Zhao at first. How can the eldest lady who stays at home attract business? Unexpectedly, it is still the young master's discernment, and this Miss Zhao really has a way. ”

"It's not discerning, just give her a try, as long as you don't smash the Song family's signboard." Song Jue got up and returned to the desk, pressed the stack of papers just now with a white jade paperweight and put it on the table, and then opened a book.

"You go to investigate who the prince has invited, give me a copy of the list, give Lou Mu a copy, he knows what to do."

"Yes."

"I'll go to the Sunrise Pavilion tomorrow."

"Huh? But it's almost the end of the month in a few days, so why make an extra trip? ”

"This time I'm looking for Wang Fu. Zhao Po descended from the sky empty-handed and took away most of his power, and he must be uncomfortable in his heart. I'm going to make up for Zhao Po. ”

Childe is so considerate this time? Wei Feng was surprised and delighted. This Miss Zhao really has two brushes, and my little master is hopeful?!

"Good!"