The Prodigal Son of Zhenguan

Li Fu sighed and opened his eyes, his eyes were hazy.

He looked at Lao Zhao.

"Lao Zhao, you are 42 this year, right?"

Lao Zhao nodded seriously.

"My dear, I am 42 now."

However, why did my dear mention his age for no reason?

"I am 42 now, 43 now, 44 now, 45 now, heading for 50." Li Fu muttered: "It has been so long, you still haven't explained it to others, what are you waiting for?"

"Waiting for his son to grow up, marry a wife and have children, and you go up and directly add a super generation?"

"Yes, you are not Meng Lang's man." Li Fu's expression was very helpless: "As a woman, does she have to be thicker-skinned than you, a man?"

"If you don't say it, do you expect others to find out what you are thinking and tell you on their own initiative?" Li Fu asked Lao Zhao.

"This..."

When the reality was in front of him and the problem was brought up, Lao Zhao didn't know how to respond for a while.

What my husband said makes sense, but I can't seem to open my mouth to say it.

How should I tell Madam Yang?

Also, even if Madam Yang agrees, will her son Yang Dazhuang agree?

Lao Zhao feels a little headache at the moment.

Forget it, don't think about it for now. Anyway, even if I think about it now, I can't think of what to do.

Lao Zhao looked up at his husband.

"My husband, this matter still needs to be considered in the long run. Now I don't know what to do, and I don't understand other people's thoughts. If I ask rashly, it would be a bit presumptuous. I am not sure, so there has been no progress." Lao Zhao said: "Let's put this matter aside for now, my husband, let's talk about serious matters first."

"Do you have something important to ask me?"

Li Fu sighed.

"Okay, then you can handle your own affairs first. If there is any good news, tell me as soon as possible so that the mansion can prepare for you."

"I came to you to ask you about our kiln factory." Li Fu picked up the letter in his hand: "The reply from there said that the formula of the materials that were occasionally fired before has stabilized."

Old Zhao thought about it and then responded.

"Is it the thing you called cement before?"

Li Fu nodded.

"Yes, I thought, since the formula has stabilized, and it has been tested many times before, it has been proven that there is no problem. I thought, let's repair the road on the village first, and when the road on the village is repaired, we will build a smooth road from our village to Chang'an."

The main purpose of building a cement road is to ensure that the carriage can be stable when riding, and it will not affect the road surface even on rainy days.

If you ride a horse on weekdays, you still have to run on a dirt road.

You can't run a horse on a cement road, because the road is too hard and it's not good for the horse. On the land, or even on the grass, when the horse is running, the ground has a certain shock absorption effect and will not slip.

As for the horse pulling the cart, because the speed is not too fast, even on the cement ground, it will not have much impact.

From Zhuangzi to Chang'an City, Li Fu usually rides a carriage every time he goes back and forth.

He only rides a horse when he is in a hurry.

Therefore, if you want to build a road, don't move the original ground, open up a roadbed next to it, and pave the cement road.

Two roads run parallel in one direction.

Zhuangzi is simple, paving the cement road does not delay riding.

The cement road only replaces the original intention of paving the street with bluestone slabs.

Lao Zhao thought about it.

"Young Master, it's easy to repair the road on the farm, but it's a big project to repair the road from the farm to Chang'an City." Lao Zhao said, "I'm afraid we still need to recruit many people to complete it. Moreover, the material supply from the kiln factory may not be enough. The originally stored cement can only supply the amount of the main road on the farm."

"Production is also a problem. It seems that this matter should be put off." Li Fu shook his head helplessly: "Then, pave the farm first. The main road on the farm?"

"That's fine, young master. Master Yan is at the farm. You two can discuss which road to pave first."

"Okay, let's put this aside for now and discuss it later." Li Fu said, "By the way, Old Yan is going to build a house on the farm. He is going to look at the land now. It is estimated that construction will start in a while. If anyone can help with our house, please help as much as possible."

"Don't worry, young master." Old Zhao agreed.

"I am relieved. I am relieved about the farm, but I am not relieved about your affairs.Old Zhao, Uncle Zhao, you are not young anymore, hurry up. "Li Fu said: "Have some confidence in yourself. Your current conditions are beyond the reach of others in the manor, so what are you worried about?"

Old Zhao showed a bitter smile on his face.

He knew it was like this in his heart.

But it was precisely because of this that he was worried about scaring the lady of the Yang family, so he did not move forward.

Anyway, they are all in the same manor, there will be plenty of opportunities in the future, so take it slow for now.

"Take it slow. "Old Zhao smiled.

Li Fu was completely speechless.

It's still a long way to go.

Old Zhao didn't know how popular widows with children were.

However, the Yang family's children were in school, which should have discouraged many bachelors in the village.

After all, if you want to be with the Yang family's wife, you have to support her son's education... Not everyone has the ability, conditions, and intention to do so.

But for Old Zhao.

It's nothing to support one child's education, it's more than enough, even if you have ten or eight more, send them all to school, there is no pressure at all.

Old Zhao is rich.

Even if Old Zhao supports ten children's education, he doesn't have much money, and Li Fu can still be short of money. Old Zhao's money?

Old Zhao is making a lot now.

After Li Fu was crowned king, he first raised the salary of those around him, and later, after he acquired his own property, he raised their monthly allowances by a large margin.

Old Zhao's monthly allowance was only thirty guan (a basic monthly allowance).

For a housekeeper in a royal palace, how can he spend thirty guan (a monthly allowance)?

He can't spend it all, he can't spend it all.

Even if Old Zhao went out to buy a house and two concubines with good looks to keep in the house, it would be enough.

But he didn't do that.

Finally, there was a decent family that he liked, and Old Zhao wanted to marry them back home as his wife.

What was the result?

Old Zhao's personality was also sticky. After so long, there was no progress, and he didn't say what he wanted to say directly.