Because he kept his promise and took the initiative to go home before dark, Zhao Rong received strong praise from his cheap father, Mr. Zhao.

"Okay, it's true that I've grown a little. I'm worried that you, the little ancestor, will not trust you, will move into the Yanguan opera house and refuse to go home at night, so I asked your mother and I to worry about you. I didn't expect you to keep your word to your father once. OK, as long as you continue like this in the future, I can let you go to the city to play frequently."

Thanks to the praise from the cheap dad, Zhao Rong, who was a little tired of playing, wanted to go back to the room to rest, but he never thought about the cheap dad but said: "Don't worry, there is something to discuss with you for your father and see what you mean."

"What's the matter?" Zhao Rong asked.

"That's right, you're not young anymore, and it's time to find a wife to start a family and start a business." Zhao Yuanwai said: "Your uncle has said several times before, and today I came to the door and said that I want to marry his daughter, your cousin Xiulian, to you. What do you think?"

"My cousin Xiulian? Dad, do you want me to marry my cousin Xiulian?" Zhao Rong was shocked, and his cousin Xiulian immediately appeared in his mind - a tall and fat figure as strong as an iron tower, as well as her thick eyebrows and national face.

"Your mother has this meaning." Zhao Yuanwai replied: "Your mother said that you should marry your cousin to marry her. Xiu Lian has a good reputation as a man. After marrying her, she will definitely help you have a son and pass on the family line for our Zhao family, so she wants to help you."

"Dad, please spare me." Zhao Rong almost knelt down for his own advantage and screamed: "What does my cousin look like? Dad, don't you know what it looks like? When you get married, you won't be beaten to death by her three punches and two kicks? If you don't marry, don't marry, you will definitely not marry!"

"You little brat, you're quite picky." Zhao Yuanwai smiled. In fact, he was reluctant to let his baby son marry such an ugly cousin, and then said, "Okay, you don't want to marry Xiulian, I can talk about your mother for you. But for your father, if you like the daughter of that family for you, you have to be obedient and get married immediately and pass on the incense for our Zhao family."

"Dad, please spare me." Zhao Rong, who seriously doubted the aesthetic ability of his cheap father, quickly begged and said, "I am still young and don't want to get married for the time being. Will this matter be OK after a few years?"

"I'm still young, I'm already eighteen years old. The sons of other families got married at the age of fifteen or sixteen." Zhao Yuanwai scolded and waved his hand and said, "Anyway, it's settled. Dad will pick you a beautiful one as soon as possible and let you get married."

"Dad, would you please let me choose it yourself?" Zhao Rong quickly begged: "I like the daughter of that family and tell you, can you please send a matchmaker to ask for marriage?"

"Okay, you can choose it yourself. As long as you like it, tell me, I will ask the matchmaker to propose to you immediately." Mr. Zhao agreed and said, "But hurry up. If you are slow, Dad will choose it for you."

At this moment, Zhao Rong really had the urge to ask his father to ask the matchmaker to go to the Mi family to propose marriage. However, considering the huge disparity between his family and the Mi family, Zhao Rong gave up this idea again - something that was destined to be impossible to succeed, why insist on causing humiliation to himself?

However, the words of the cheap father sounded a wake-up call to Zhao Rong, making Zhao Rong understand that if he didn't think about this matter quickly, the cheap father would probably marry him a wife who didn't know how to be fat, thin, beautiful and ugly. If he was a little unlucky, maybe his cheap mother would surpass his cheap father and marry his ugly cousin Xiulian for him. Zhao Rong knew very well that his cheap mother was more than just spoiling her younger brother who often borrowed money and refused to pay back.

It is precisely because of this that after dinner, after teasing the little maid who served him to wash up as usual, and when he lay down on the bed to rest, the words of the antique shop owner once again came to Zhao Rong's heart...

"...Mi Youren, the father of the little lady Mi, is known as Xiaomi, also known as Mr. Yuanhui. He is also a well-known calligrapher, painter and poet in the world. He likes young people who are good at poetry and calligraphy the most. If you have this ability, you will write a few poems that can be passed down through the ages at that literary conference, and then show some popularity in calligraphy and win Mr. Yuanhui's favor, and maybe you have the hope of becoming his son-in-law to ride the dragon."

This passage has been echoing in Zhao Rong's mind, which also made Zhao Rong secretly moved, and said to himself: "This may be a real opportunity. I remember the book said that although Mi Youren's father, Mi Fu, had a very big temper and a very strange personality, was very willful when choosing a son-in-law. Because he liked to be clean, a scholar named Duan Fu asked his daughter for marriage. He thought his name was good, so he married his daughter to the scholar named Duan without hesitation. If Mi Youren had the same temper as his father, he thought that my poems were good and his appetite might not be impossible to marry his daughter to me."

"But what to do with calligraphy? I have absolutely no problem with poetry, but what if Mi Youren wants to read my calligraphy? In the 21st century, I had never practiced calligraphy, and my brush calligraphy was worse than the enlightenment children of this era. When the time comes, I would be embarrassed and overwhelmed. How could that great calligrapher Mi Youren marry his daughter to me?"

"Oh, it would be great if Mi Youren liked pen calligraphy. Although my brush calligraphy is not good, the pen calligraphy is still acceptable. Unfortunately, not only is the fountain pen calligraphy not popular in this era, but there is also no pen..., wait!"

Thinking of this, Zhao Rong suddenly felt a sudden change in his heart and quickly turned over and sat up to continue to calculate. As a result, after holding the quilt for a long time, Zhao Rong gradually made up his mind and said to himself: "You have to try it no matter what! Brother Shanji is right. You have to be bold, careful and thick-skinned when fishing for horses. If you try it, you will have 50% chance of success. If you don't dare to speak or try it, the chance of success is zero!"

"Okay, that's it. Go and try your luck. No matter what the consequences are, you have to try it!"

In this way, he made up his mind and made a lot of preparations. Three days later, on the morning of the fifth day of April, Zhao Rong didn't even say hello to his father, put on a long robe in Confucian scholar and pulled Zhao Xiaoyi out, heading straight to the canal dock in Dantu Town, and hired a boat to come to Runzhou again, preparing to go to Zhongleng Spring at the foot of Jinshan Mountain to attend the cultural meeting hosted by his father-in-law Mi Youren, a famous scholar in Runzhou.

Unfortunately, because I had never been to Jinshan, it was only after the last time that Xiang got off the canal wharf outside the South Gate of Runzhou City and entered the city that Zhao Rong realized that Jinshan was located in the northwest outside Runzhou City, and was quite a short distance from Runzhou City. Zhao Rong had no choice but to hire a donkey cart and took a car to the foot of Jinshan.
Chapter completed!