Chapter 2, Copying Books ?.

Very well, young master! The steward said as he handed a bamboo scroll to Wei Hao.

What position does my father hold? Wei Hao thought of this and asked the person in charge.

Okay, Wang Manager, let's go and find my father. I want to go out and take a look!

"Wasn't it you who said that he hit me?" Wei Hao felt a bit strange and turned his head to look at the person in charge, saying.

Wei Hao looked at the brush on the pen holder, then looked at the bamboo slips, and then looked at the paper on his own desk, which was also yellow, and sighed.

Wei Hao continued to wait inside for about an hour, and then the steward came back.

Ah, his son hit it? Why didn't you say so earlier?

When Wei Hao heard them say this, he knew that it was impossible to go over there, so he could only helplessly go to the study. The servants closed the door.

Young master, you must not go out. Let me go outside and inquire for you. Absolutely do not go out! The steward admonished Wei Hao.

"Ah!" Several house servants sighed almost simultaneously.

Young master, I don't know how much money the mansion will have to compensate this time. Otherwise, if Wei Cong reports to the officials, the young master may have to stay in the prison! The steward looked worried and clenched his hands, not knowing what to do for a moment.

Young master, why are you so impulsive? That Wei Cong is an official of the Ministry of Personnel in the current dynasty! We can't afford to provoke him! This is a big deal now!

Wei Hao naturally hopes to go out more and appreciate the prosperity and style of the Tang Dynasty and Chang'an. Once in the Tang Dynasty, being confined is no fun at all!

After copying, we can leave once we have all recognized it! Wei Furong shouted angrily and then left.

Young master, please don't go! Several servants immediately blocked Wei Hao's way.

Wei Furong heard it, but he simply didn't believe that he didn't know what kind of person his own son was. Can he still make money? It would be a blessing if he could stay out of trouble.

"Hmm!" The steward nodded.

Okay, sigh, calligraphy brush, I have never used it before. Wei Hao held the calligraphy brush and sighed a little, saying that as a modern person, he did not have a hobby of writing with a calligraphy brush.

However, in recent years, Wei Furong has regretted this decision countless times, and Wei Hao has caused him a lot of trouble outside. No matter what is said, it is useless. As long as someone provokes him a little, he can fight with others, and even if someone instigates him a little, he will act on it.

Don't hum, can you go out and give a definite answer! Wei Hao shouted at Wei Furong's back.

Is there no better paper than this? Wei Hao held the yellow paper with a disgusted expression and asked Wang the manager.

Why? Wei Hao looked at Manager Wang in confusion.

Young master, my monthly salary is only 200 wen, but a guan of money can last me for five months. With 300 guan, I estimate that I would have to work in the mansion for over a hundred years! The steward calculated for Wei Hao. As a steward, earning 200 wen per month in the mansion is considered a high income. Ordinary maidservants earn between 50 to 100 wen.

As Wei Hao spoke, he picked up a brush and began transcribing the Analects. He recognized most of the characters inside, even though they were in traditional Chinese characters. However, there were still some that he couldn't understand.

Oh, sixty mu of fertile land? Wei Hao still looked at the steward in confusion, he still had no concept of it.

The steward spoke up, "The master himself doesn't know what sin he committed to have eight daughters, all of whom are exceptionally intelligent, but his only son...!"

Upon hearing this, Wei Hao was also hesitant, but he thought that Wei Furong must keep his word when speaking.

Go, go now. Is it still possible to regret now? You little brat! At this moment, Wei Furong pushed the door in and heard Wei Hao say such words. He became furious and started scolding Wei Hao.

How is it going in the front? Wei Hao pretended to be calm, as if he had never seen any big winds or waves.

I don't know yet, but they are still discussing it. Wei Cong is still at the mansion, but they haven't argued, so it should be good news!

After finishing copying, can I go out after finishing the recognition? Wei Hao immediately asked when he heard this.

Young master, ordinary households can't find such books. If you want to use paper, it's not only expensive, but the key is that you haven't read them before, young master. Young master, let me grind the ink for you!

It's only been three days, I reckon the master's anger hasn't dissipated yet," Wang, the steward, said with a smile to Wei Hao.

I would rather go to jail! Wei Hao is now beating his chest and stamping his feet, feeling so distressed! 130 million!

Can it be less? Three hundred guan, can buy sixty mu of good farmland around Chang'an City! The key is that tavern, which is the most profitable tavern in our mansion, worth more than a thousand guan. Someone offered a thousand guan before to buy the tavern, but the master didn't agree. Ah, now it's actually sold at a loss!

Young master, I estimate that you won't be able to leave. Mr. Wang, the steward, said with a smile while looking at Wei Hao.

No one believes that Wei Hao went to the front yard to apologize. It's possible that they will even start fighting. They know better than anyone what kind of person their young master is. He acts without thinking, very impulsive, and the key is that he is also very strong.

After waiting for nearly an hour, with no movement, Wei Hao became a little restless and wanted to open the door. Immediately, seven or eight servants stood up at the door, all smiling to please.

Meanwhile, the steward standing aside was also feeling frustrated and kept sighing in his heart.

Hmph! Wang Steward! You keep an eye on the young master for me. If he dares to go out, report to me immediately! Wei Furong snorted coldly, then turned to the steward next to Wei Hao, which is Wang Steward, and gave him instructions.

Wei Hao nodded his head, feeling very depressed. He inexplicably traveled through time and then inexplicably got into a fight. Now, it's possible that he will inexplicably end up in jail. Originally, time travel was already an unlucky thing, and now he has to go to jail?... Well... Wei Hao didn't dare to think about it anymore.

"Young master, can you wait inside? Don't go to the front yard. It wouldn't be good if there's a conflict later!" One of the older servants advised Wei Hao, while the others nodded in agreement like pounding garlic paste.

Oh! 300 guan, is it a lot? Wei Hao asked, wondering if 300 guan was a large sum of money. Wei Hao knew he had to compensate, but he wasn't sure how much 300 guan was.

Wei Furong also knows that letting his foolish son copy the Analects by himself will take forever.

My father, seems to be quite wealthy, maybe he can solve it? Wei Hao said with little confidence, but now he can only rely on his cheap old man.

I was going to say that it was his son who did it. You didn't even listen to me and started hitting me! The manager was almost in tears. He had just started speaking and hadn't finished his sentence when Wei Hao punched him. He was too shocked to say anything else.

Wei Hao was eventually dragged back to the yard and locked in what seemed to be a study room, accompanied by the steward.

Oh, you're still here. That's not good, not good at all! Let me go and apologize to them. Wei Hao said as he lifted his leg to leave. Knowing that the other person hadn't left yet meant that there was still something to discuss.

This troublemaker has caused enough trouble already, we can't let him cause more chaos.

Don't worry, Dad. I will find a way to earn this money back for you.

Is there no paper copy of this "Analects"? Wei Hao looked at Steward Wang in surprise and asked. It turned out to be a bamboo slip book, which surprised Wei Hao very much.

"Damn!" Wei Hao felt that things were getting a bit out of hand at the moment. He had hit the son of an official, and his own father was not an official. It was also his own fault for being too impulsive and not inquiring beforehand.

"Hmph, always causing trouble for me. I told you not to leave the house, but you insist on staying at home. From today onwards, you are not allowed to leave the house for a month. If you dare to leave, I will break your legs!" Wei Furong saw that he was being so obedient, completely devoid of the arrogance he had just shown, and his tone softened.

Young master, having paper is already good. Ordinary families practice calligraphy on sandboxes. However, young master, you haven't written many characters, and I suppose the master didn't prepare any for you." Mr. Wang looked at Wei Hao and said. A fool who only knows how to fight and cause trouble, what else do you need paper for?

Isn't this about finding out clearly? Young master, the master compensated with 300 guan of money, plus the best restaurant in the mansion. They didn't report to the officials or investigate further. Finally, this matter has been settled. By the way, the master will be here soon, and the young master may be punished! The steward sighed and said, the cost of this time is not small, it can be said to have hurt the vitality of the mansion.

If you don't compensate the money, you will go to jail! For ten or twenty years! Wei Furong stared at Wei Hao fiercely and said, feeling more helpless in his heart.

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

"Well, but... Dad, do we really need to pay so much money?" Wei Hao asked cautiously. This time, he felt really guilty for tricking his father.

When Wei Furong saw that Wei Hao was not successful in his studies, he brought in a martial arts instructor to teach Wei Hao martial arts, hoping that Wei Hao would have some skills to rely on, so that he would not suffer losses when going out.

"Is it a lot?" Wei Hao continued to ask.

Speak less, aren't you afraid of getting beaten? Another servant scolded in a low voice.

At this moment, Wei Hao also stood up. Now it is clear that this is indeed his own biological father. Who else but a biological father could be so generous?

Almost three days, Wei Hao finished copying, and his arms also became sore from the copying.

The master is either not an official or just has some money! The steward said anxiously.

Come and bring the Analects! Wei Hao said as he sat down at the desk in the study and stretched out his hand to pull down his sleeve.

What, so many? At this moment, Wei Hao finally understood that he had suffered a huge loss this time. According to future standards, managing affairs for a month would earn around two thousand yuan. One guanqian was roughly equivalent to ten thousand yuan, so three hundred guanqian would be three million yuan. In addition, there was also a restaurant worth one thousand guanqian, which cost thirteen million yuan. A plane crash cost one billion three hundred million yuan.

Speaking less is useless. In this month, copying "The Analects" and getting to know all the characters in it, Dad also gave up on this matter.

"Is it not?" Wei Hao also felt a little flustered.