To Hold One’s Joy

  Chapter 138 is late

  The people who went to court today found that Zhao Shangshu was in a bad mood, and seemed to have encountered something troublesome.

   There happened to be a few troublesome things to discuss, and the court was delayed until the evening.

  The Minister of the Ministry of Industry, who has a good relationship with Zhao Shangshu, came over and asked, "Why is Zhao Shangshu so sad? Could it be that he encountered a difficult case?"

   "No." Zhao Shangshu walked out and replied listlessly.

  The Minister of the Ministry of Industry smiled: "That's right, you have a competent subordinate, and any case can be solved in a short time."

   "Yes, Lin Teng is very capable." When Zhao Shangshu thought of Lin Teng, he thought of Lin Shu, who was half the price of a wine shop.

  Thinking about it this way, I feel more and more congested.

   It would be great if Lin Shu could be assigned to the Ministry of Punishment, but it's a pity that the child won't be an official.

   What a pity!

  Seeing Zhao Shangshu's expression of regret, Minister of the Ministry of Industry became even more curious: "What happened to Brother Zhao? If you encounter difficulties, you might as well tell me."

   Zhao Shangshu glanced at his old friend and said directly: "Lack of money."

   "What?" The Minister of the Ministry of Industry thought he heard it wrong.

  The ministers who were walking around the two and listening with their ears upright thought they heard it wrong.

   I never heard that the Zhao Mansion was in short supply, but Zhao Shangshu openly said that he was short of money.

  This, this must be a huge difficulty!

  Ministry Minister's face turned serious: "How much is brother Zhao short? I still have some private money here for emergency—"

   Zhao Shangshu shook his head and sighed: "It's hard to say."

   Seeing that it attracted a lot of attention, Zhao Shangshu didn't want to hide it.

   After all, he can't let him eat up his private money alone.

   "It's like this, a few days ago, a wine shop opened on Qingxing Street..."

  After listening to Zhao Shangshu, everyone swallowed their saliva.

   "Zhao Shangshu, the food in that restaurant is really so delicious?"

   "Is it okay for me to coax you to play?" Zhao Shangshu immediately became unhappy when he heard that others questioned his taste.

  The Minister of the Ministry of Industry was very puzzled: "Since that's the case, just go and eat. Why is Brother Zhao depressed?"

   "It's expensive!" Zhao Shangshu stumbled and sighed, "It's too expensive."

  Eating hundreds of taels of silver for a meal, even if he is a second-rank official, he can't bear it.

   After all, the annual salary plus the income from the shop and farm are all in the hands of the wife. It is not easy for him to save money for his private house.

  He planned to eat at most once a month, no more.

  But when I think that I can only eat meals from a restaurant once a month, and spend the rest of the three meals a day eating pig food, can I feel better?

  Hehe, it’s already pretty good to be able to hold on to court without taking sick leave.

  The Minister of the Ministry of Industry thought to himself: How expensive a wine shop can be, it depends on Lao Zhao.

  He immediately opened his mouth to invite: "Since the wine and food in this restaurant are so delicious, I will treat Brother Zhao to have a drink, just to try something new."

   "Brother Qian's treat?" Zhao Shangshu's eyes lit up immediately.

  He ate three meals in a row, the first two meals were treated to guests, and only the last meal was paid for by himself.

   Just this one time immediately woke him up, and he reluctantly decided not to eat tonight.

   I never expected that there would be a treat!

  Zhao Shangshu held Qian Shangshu's hand, his voice trembling: "Brother Qian, you are really interesting."

   "Brother Zhao is serious, it's just a drink." Qian Shangshu swept his colleagues around and smiled, "There are so many people, it's better to go—"

   "Brother Qian!" Zhao Shangshu shouted, scaring back what Qian Shangshu said later.

   "Brother Zhao?"

   Zhao Shangshu looked serious: "Let's have a good talk today."

  Old Qian is so interesting, he cannot be harmed.

   After all, the Ministry of Industry does not have much lucrative money, and old money is not easy.

  Seeing the two ministers walking side by side, the people left behind looked at each other.

   "Is that newly opened restaurant really so delicious?"

   "Zhao Shangshu likes to eat the most. It can make him feel delicious. It shouldn't be bad."

   "I didn't hear Zhao Shangshu say that it's quite expensive, the so-called cheap is not good, good products are not cheap..."

   "How about—let's try it too?"

   "Let's go, try it, anyway, Qingxing Street is close."

   Zhao Shangshu, who left first, didn't know that a group of hula-la people were following in their footsteps.

  Different from important ministers such as Zhao Shangshu, noble officials like Lin Jijiu don't need to spend time fighting for it.

   Kelin Jijiu was also in a bad mood.

  Without him, I ate food and drinks from a restaurant for two days, and I feel uncomfortable thinking about going home to eat tonight.

   I can’t help it, I’m poor, and even if I bring my second grandson to pay half the price, I can’t eat it every day.

   Take it easy, wait until you can’t stand it anymore.

  The officials of Guozijian are very leisurely. Seeing that the chief is in a bad mood, he quickly finds out the reason.

   It's because you can't eat a tavern meal?

  Their adults are not such superficial people, it’s not like that.

   Silently watching Lin Jijiu go down the yamen listlessly, several curious officials met and went to Qingxing Street.

  At this moment, a restaurant has just opened.

  Sheng Saburo wiped the table clean, worried: "There are three more rice buckets today, will we not have enough to eat?"

"Not necessarily. Zhao Shangshu, who has been here for three consecutive days, may not be willing to come to eat. Lin Jijiu, who has been here for two consecutive days, should have no money in his pocket. Although their wives are well-off, the mistress cannot run out to eat every day. Right. Based on this calculation, maybe our master will come tonight." Shi Yan didn't know whether to comfort Sheng Sanlang or himself.

  Sheng Saburo glanced at Shi Yan and sighed: "Your prince also eats a lot."

  Shi Yan couldn't help but nodded: "Who said it wasn't."

  The two were worried, and Zhao Shangshu led Qian Shangshu in.

   "Brother Qian, this is the place."

  Shi Yan was shocked: "You are here again—"

   Zhao Shangshu was so proud of himself: "Qian Shangshu treats you! Tell me what is today's new dish."

   After listening to the price, Qian Shangshu's lips were pale and his eyes were straight.

  He, he is a poor old man in charge of the Ministry of Industry!

   Just as the food and drinks were served here, seven or eight guests suddenly poured in.

   Now even Hongdou couldn't sit still, and said quickly: "So that the adults know that the food in our restaurant is not cheap."

  Everyone looked at each other, feeling annoyed.

   They are important ministers of the imperial court after all, who does the waiter in this shop look down on!

   "Serve!"

   "Serve the wine!"

   Not long after, another group of people came in.

  Smelling the unbearable fragrance, listening to the contemptuous words of the cute and cute waiter, the newcomer only had one reaction.

   "Serve the food! Serve the wine!"

   The wind swept away, and the cups and dishes were messed up.

   Tables of drinkers left in pain and satisfaction.

   Too expensive and so delicious.

   Save enough money and come back...

  The night was getting darker, Wei Han came late, and was slightly surprised to see Sheng Sanlang and the others clearing up the table with livid faces.

  Standing for a while, no one served, he called Shi Yan.

  The little guard, who was unresponsive due to the blow, realized that the master was coming, and walked over with blank eyes.

   "Master, you are late, you are gone..."

   Wei Han frowned and couldn't help but look at Luo Sheng.

   are gone, is that what he understood?

  Luo Sheng smiled slightly: "I'm sorry, the food and drink are sold out, my lord, please come early tomorrow."

Good morning.

  (end of this chapter)