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"Of course not," Zhao Song said proudly: "There are no more than ten Wubao in the world like my Zhao Family Wubao."

In other words, among the Wubao in the world, the Zhao family can be ranked in the top ten.

And how many Wubao are there in the world?

Even if there are not tens of thousands, there are always five, six, seven or eight thousand.

Zhao Hanzhang couldn't help but sigh, "The fifth uncle is really amazing."

Zhao Song shook his head, "This is all due to your grandfather. Without his management, the Zhao family would not be able to build such a fortress."

As the clan leader, Zhao Changyu certainly cannot only see his own interests.

The power he holds in his hands is divided into two parts in the eyes of Zhao Song and others. One part is completely in his hands, and this part should now be inherited by Zhao Zhongyu;

There is also a portion of Zhao's Wubao, which is managed by Zhao Song, but in fact, it belongs to the Zhao clan.

But Zhao Changyu has always provided the bulk of the money, and he has also provided the policy. For example, Zhao Song quietly told Zhao Hanzhang, "When Emperor Hui ascended the throne, because your grandfather once persuaded Emperor Wu to depose Emperor Hui, Empress Jia hated your grandfather deeply and sent you to the throne." When your grandfather was deposed, your grandfather wrote to me at that time, saying that my relatives have great power, and I am afraid of chaos in the country in the future, so I can gather more refugees if I have the ability, which can not only give them a way to survive, but also ensure the safety of the Zhao family."

Zhao Song took Zhao Hanzhang across the main street to their old house, and led her to the observation deck, where she could overlook the entire Zhao's Wubao.

This is the main residence of the direct branch of the Zhao family, and no one dares to occupy it.

Zhao Song pointed at Wubao, which was almost the size of a small county, and said: "More than half of the people in Wubao are refugees who have been gathered in the past ten years or so."

He said: "Zhao's Wubao is what it is today, thanks to your grandfather's foresight and ability."

Of course, to support so many people, we cannot rely solely on the initial output of the fields. Zhao Changyu made up for all the gaps alone.

The whole clan knew this, which was why Zhao Changyu's death made them so sad.

Without the helmsman at the helm, no one knows what will happen to the Zhao family ship in the future.

Zhao Song was worried, feeling that Zhao Zhongyu was far inferior to Zhao Changyu, and Zhao Ji was far inferior to Zhao Zhongyu. The future of the Zhao family was worrying.

But there was no need to talk to Zhao Hanzhang about these worries. He suppressed his worries, turned around and smiled at Zhao Hanzhang: "This is the main house. Although your uncle's family inherited the title, Erlang is still the eldest son and grandson of the eldest son. This is your family. No one can take away your residence."

"Shangcai is quite far away. If something happens, we will be beyond our reach," Zhao Song said, "If you move back, there will be a study room left by your grandfather here. It will be cheaper for Fu Dalangjun and Erlang to study here."

Zhao Hanzhang still refused, "I heard that my father liked Shangcai more. Even Erlang was born in Shangcai. I was still young when he left, but my admiration for my father has never been less. I want to live in Shangcai." Cai kept filial piety for his grandfather."

She smiled and said, "I can bring some books with me. I hope my fifth uncle can agree."

"Those are the books left by your ancestors. Of course you can take them for reading." Zhao Song thought about it and smiled: "It's okay, Erlang can't read books. When he gets married and has a son, it will be a long time before the child can read these books." Time, even if Mr. Fu Dalang is here during this period, it does not mean that these books have been buried."

Zhao Hanzhang understood his hint and said clearly: "There is nothing wrong with keeping filial piety. In addition to copying scriptures and praying for my grandfather and father, Fu Dalangjun and I will tidy up the study room, copy as many books as possible, and prepare an extra set for Erlang." , so as not to lose anything while moving it around.”

Both parties reached a consensus and smiled at each other with satisfaction.

Zhao Song couldn't help but sigh again when he returned home, "It would be great if Erlang could be as smart as Sanniang, even half of it."

Zhao Ming asked: "Who does father think is smarter, Sanniang or Zhizhi?"

Zhao Song thought for a while and then said: "A person who is better than a person is better than a person who is good at it. At her age, Zhizhi does not have such transparency and forbearance."

Speaking of forbearance, Zhao Song couldn't help but think more.

He paused and asked, "How is the gift I asked you to prepare?"

"It's all packed."

Zhao Song thought for a moment and said, "They are having a hard time. Let's put more money in the cage. Ji Yuan actually followed Sanniang, so we can't wrong him."

Although the interests with Zhao Zhongyu are maximized, it is impossible for Ji Yuan to return to Zhao Zhongyu through the chaotic place now. In this case, let Sanniang try to keep him as much as possible.

"Ji Yuan has great talent and knows the foundation of our Zhao family. We must keep him."

Zhao Ming asked: "What if I can't keep it?"

Zhao Song said angrily: "If I can't keep him, what else can I do besides giving him a huge sum of money to send him away? He works all day long, can you be less angry with me?"

Zhao Ming: "Father, my son's question is to make you think about all the bad consequences. This is for your own good, and I don't mean to offend you."

He muttered: "Looking at how fierce you said it, I thought you were going to kill him and destroy others if you don't get it."

Zhao Song saw him arranging himself in this way and was so angry that he looked for something to hit him with.

Zhao Ming had already noticed it in advance, got up and ran away.

Zhao Hanzhang and Fu Tinghan were visiting the Zhao family's study. It was said to be a study, but in fact it was a library, with two floors in total.

Pushing the door open and entering, there is a banquet hall with a low table and mats, and a screen on the right. Behind the screen is a wooden couch, with a low table and a pen stand on the couch for the owner to read and rest.

On the left hand side are five rows of bookshelves filled with books. Behind the last row of bookshelves is the staircase. There is also a wooden couch on the second floor. The rest are all bookshelves.

Although there are many bookshelves, paper books only occupy half of them, and the rest are all written on silk and bamboo slips.

Zhao Hanzhang took out a volume and opened it. He reached out and touched the words on it. He recognized it after matching the words in his memory.

Fu Tinghan also turned over the memories in his mind and sighed: "If it weren't for the memory of the original person, looking at these bamboo slips, we would have become semi-literate."

He looked at Zhao Hanzhang, "I heard that Mr. Zhao reads a lot of miscellaneous books in the library, especially books on literature and history. Are there any records of these in the library?"

Zhao Hanzhang reached out to take it, took a look at it, and found that it was about Sima Yi keeping a low profile when he was in Cao Wei.

She raised her eyebrows slightly and said, "We can learn from this."

Now they are still young and need to be careful.

"But Teacher Zhao is very domineering today." She was talking about dragging Zhao Hu to be buried together.

Zhao Hanzhang apologized, "I couldn't control my temper for a moment. Please remind me next time."

Fu Tinghan couldn't help but pursed his lips and smiled, "If you really don't want to change, don't change it." If he changes, can he still be Teacher Zhao?

Zhao Hanzhang looked at the books in the study and was ready to move. She had been a librarian for two years and had a natural love for books.

It's a pity that so many books are left here to gather dust. She rolled up her sleeves and called to Fu Tinghan, "Come on, let's collect some books and go."

See you tonight