Luoyang, in the thirteenth year of Shenwu, was filled with the smell of fireworks. The streets and alleys, sparks, the residue of ashes, and the tip of the nose could smell the scent of the Qingming Festival.

At some point, the Cold Food Festival gradually disappeared. After all, eating cold food for three days is a bad habit and harms the body. The people dare not take risks. The officials and nobles cherish their bodies, so they merged with the Qingming Festival and became more and more lively.

Customs such as tomb sweeping, outings, swinging, flying kites, and fighting hundreds of herbs instead of cold food.

The dignitaries went out for a trip, while the policemen patrolled the streets and alleys, constantly arresting the people who burned paper privately.

"Stop—" Zhao Baihu lifted his waist and looked at the fire in front of him. He hurriedly ran over and stopped the basket of valuables: "Li Datou, I have said it many times in the shop. Paper money is not allowed. If the water is gone, the fire dragon will be set up, and you can't afford to lose your life!"

The man in front of him was quite frightened. Looking at the policeman holding a knife, he couldn't help but say, "But, my family's grave is in Shandong Prefecture, thousands of miles away, and you can't go there, you can't burn some at home."

"Go outside the city to burn and find a wasteland!"

Zhao Baihu said coldly, with a tiger's back and a bear's waist, and his whole body exuded murderous aura: "This is the first time I'll catch you next time, so I'll let you sit in the prison."

After a little intimidation, Zhao Baihu saw that there were a lot of paper money in the basket, stacked paper silver coins, and a large amount of paper copper coins. He couldn't help but say, "You guy has spent a lot of effort!"

"Hehe!" Li Datou smiled apologized and stuffed a small amount of money, about thirty or fifty, into his hands, and said with a smile: "I have sold a lot of pork recently. I have saved some money and I want to be filial to my parents."

"After all, they had never eaten enough before they died, so they had to eat something good after they died."

"Have filial piety!" Zhao Baihu nodded and said with a pun: "Be careful recently. Fire dragon comes, and we can't escape."

Li Datou smiled apologized and then got through.

Zhao Baihu walked leisurely, and nearly a thousand families in the entire building moved around for most of the day.

When I was in a daze, I bought two kilograms of pork. I heard that it was a castrated pig. It was not fishy and it cost fifteen yuan. Then I went home in a swaying manner.

"Crazy--" Putting the copper coins and meat on the table, Zhao Baihu said mercilessly: "Dalang, take out the wine from my well, and I'll have a drink today."

"Don't go!"

The wife, who was washing clothes, had a silver hairpin on her son who was studying directly, and she turned her head and said, "If you want to drink, go by yourself. Dalang can't delay reading."

"Yes, yes, I'll do it myself!"

Zhao Baihu looked at his son who was studying hard in the room and smiled hurriedly, walked over, touched his head, and said dotingly: "Son, study more, come back from a Jinshi exam in a few years, so I will enjoy you!"

"Well!" Dalang was seven or eight years old and had a tender face. He had just been in a daze for two years. He nodded and said seriously: "Dad, when I pass the Jinshi, I will find a few beautiful maids for my father to serve you every day!"

"Bah——" the laundry man who was washing clothes said angrily: "You ungrateful wolf, your mother, I will raise you with one shit and one pee, and you will repay me like this?"

"No, I'll hire a few maids for my mother, so you don't have to wash clothes every day."

Dalang thought he had no mother and immediately said seriously.

"This is my good son, my mother is happy to wash your clothes!"

Seeing that the wife turned angry and happy, Zhao Baihu couldn't help but laugh and said, "Our son has this filial piety, and he will definitely be a long way to go to school and a Jinshi in high school."

I took out my own wine, and on this cold day, the well water was warm. After drinking a few sips, it was time to eat.

In the past few years, the original two meals a day have suddenly changed into three meals. The people with wealthy families are happy to eat three meals, but only the poor are still insisting on it.

Even so, Luoyang has never had food shortage over the years.

Zhao Baihu drank alone, looked at the two dishes and one soup on the table, and couldn't help but say, "It's enough to have a meat, why do you still make so much?"

"Make a broth and make up for our Dalang. He is suffering from studying!"

While picking up food for his son, the husband scolded the copper coins and happily gathered them together, saying, "It's Qingming Festival today, so you won't have time."

"I am a member of the official family, where can I have free time!"

Zhao Baihu shook his head and said, "However, the yamen said that adding a hundred dollars to the beginning of next month is considered hard-earned money."

As a policeman, he lived a sufficient life in Luoyang for only five dou of rice and eight hundred coins per month.

It’s just that my son’s study will be more expensive.

"Dad, sir said, I've passed the education and school starts tomorrow, so I have to buy some books to read."

Dalang ate the meat, looked at his father who was drinking and drinking with envy, and said seriously.

"What book?" Zhao Baihu's heart trembled.

"The Book of Filial Piety, the Book of Songs, and the Analects of Confucius." Dalang thought for a while and said.

"How much is it, how much is it~"

"The Book of Filial Piety is 150 coins, the Book of Songs is 300 coins, and the Analects of Confucius is 400 coins!"

"This is a consistent one!" Zhao Baihu felt his head hurt. This was his monthly salary.

"How can I not be willing to pay for my son's money after studying!" The husband said gritting his teeth.

"However, the sir said, this is the official printed version, and if you buy the copy version, you can cut it in half."

"My son needs the official printing plate when he is studying, and the seals in the yamen are reliable."

Zhao Baihu gritted his teeth and said seriously: "I heard that in the future, I have to take the exam for scholars and juren, and I cannot pass the exam."

The whole family was having a happy meal again.

At night, the bed was shaking for a quarter of an hour before it was about to stop.

"Meng's family, Dalang's study is so expensive. If we have a few more, we may not be able to greet him!"

Zhao Baihu was panting and sweating all over.

At this time, thinking of this, he felt that the fun of bed suddenly decreased a lot.

"What are you afraid of? Dalang is studying, so the second brother will go to the police with you, and the third brother will go to be an apprentice and open a shop."

The whole family was still a little unsatisfied. She slapped a few times before she woke up. She remembered something and said quickly:

"By the way, I heard that one of the two scholars in Luoyang County (one of the three counties in Luoyang City) was about to open a private school to earn some money before taking the exam for the juren."

"We can send Dalang over, and it will be easier to get a scholar."

"Another exam?" Zhao Baihu shook his head. He was well-informed and chuckled: "That old scholar is old and the court rules. He can't take the Juren exam after passing forty. He is 39 this year, and he will naturally not be able to take the Juren exam next year."

"I guess I want to open a private school, first to improve my life, and secondly, I want to use my children to seek relationships and let it go."

"The past two years are not as easy as before. It is not as easy as scholars to be released from county magistrates."

"By the way, how much does it cost to repair it?"

"Ten stakes, one year."

"Old scholar, why didn't he be a thief? He robbed money!"
Chapter completed!