Chapter 132 Honey Trap?

Chapter 132 Honey Trap?

After Zhao Yushu returned to the academy, he simply packed up and prepared for tonight's dinner. After more than an hour, the doorman came to tell him that there was a young man looking for him at the door. He thought it was A Yao.

"Didn't you go buy some clothes?" Zhao Yushu walked out the door and saw that Ayao looked much fresher. Even his hair was washed and he used a wooden stick as a hairpin. But although he had changed his clothes, they still looked very old.

"It's very expensive. I went to Aunt Wang who sells buns and bought her a piece of clothing that her kid doesn't wear. It only cost five cents." A Yao proudly stretched out his hand to make the offer, seeming very satisfied with his own cleverness.

"Come in, we'll set off after the sun goes down." Zhao Yushu greeted them and led A Yao into the academy. A Yao looked around all the way, and he looked somewhat similar to Fang Sanniang that day.

"Can you read?"

"I've been to school for a few years."

He has received education and studied for several years. He is not like a child from an ordinary family.

Although the productivity of this world is far superior to that of ancient times, studying is still a luxury, unless you can show enough amazing talent from an early age and get funding from the government or wealthy businessmen.

"Why don't you read it?"

"I have no parents. My grandfather adopted me. He was a teacher in the village. I learned from him for a few years, and then he starved to death."

Zhao Yushu remained silent and wisely ended the topic.

Following Zhao Yushu to the study, Zhao Yushu spread out a piece of paper and began to write to Dongdu about his recent experiences in Nanyang. He wrote two letters about the same thing in different tones, one to the academy and the other to Sister Yun of Tianxianglou. He also asked if his beloved sister had returned, and his words implicitly mentioned his concern for Moer.

After thinking about it, Zhao Yushu picked up the pen again and wrote a letter to Longmen Mirage Temple, telling Monk Bujie what he had seen and heard along the way and his encounter with Gao Xu. He also stated that when he returned from the southeast, Bujie would definitely go to the Eastern Capital with him.

"Brother Zhao, your handwriting is so ugly."

Zhao Yushu, who had just dried the ink and was immersed in the contents of his letter, was poured a basin of cold water on his head by A Yao. His face turned red and his whole body was shaking.

"Don't you know it's rude to read other people's letters?" Zhao Yushu decided to teach this kid a lesson.

"No, I just took a look from a distance. As my grandfather said, it was as crawling as a dog." A Yao sat on a chair not far away, swinging his legs and secretly eating snacks in the study.

"You have good handwriting? You come and write it!"

"I don't have anyone to write to."

"Then copy it for me!"

"Aren't you afraid that I might peek?"

Zhao Yushu was speechless and hesitated for two seconds: "I allowed it, it doesn't count as peeking, come and copy it!"

A Yao clapped his hands and jumped off the chair, then sat down on Zhao Yushu's chair with a swagger. He spread out a piece of paper, picked up the pen, dipped it in ink, and wrote in one go.

Zhao Yushu's face turned even redder. This boy is not very old, but his handwriting is really beautiful. Should he learn from him?

Forget it, I don't plan to go the literary route, otherwise I wouldn't have frankly admitted that the poems were from others. Being a plagiarist is so cool, except that it's a bit shameless.

After writing the three letters, A Yao proudly raised his head towards Lao Zhao, waiting for Lao Zhao to praise him.

"Okay, the fifty cents were not wasted. From now on, the writing work will be left to you." Old Zhao slapped him on the head, packed the letter in a hurry, and asked the people in the academy to help send it out.

Seeing that the sun was going to finish work and go home to sleep, Lao Zhao called A Yao out of the academy and walked to the address on the post.

This time, Miss Lu hosted the banquet in her own name. In other words, the elders would not participate. Unlike the last dinner at the restaurant, this banquet was much more formal, and even a small manor specially used by the Lu family for receptions was used.

Strangely, Comrade Xiao Wang was not among the guests invited to the banquet this time. According to the social etiquette of that era, it was very impolite for Miss Lu to bypass Wang Buzhi and invite Zhao Yushu alone, but the other party insisted on doing so. Zhao Yushu suspected that the purpose of this banquet was not just about food.

"Mr. Zhao is here, please come in." Zhao Yushu never expected that Miss Lu would personally greet him at the gate of the manor, and then pick him up and go in with him. It was obvious that she was just waiting for him.

"Ms. Lu is so polite."

Girls raised in wealthy families are completely different from those who work in the fields every day. Their skin alone is completely different quality.

Miss Lu wore a peach blossom dress today, revealing a pair of shoulders that looked crystal clear and round.

Judging from her looks alone, Miss Lu could be considered above average, with a pair of eyes that revealed an undisguised shrewdness, which was the exact opposite of Lan Ling, who seemed lazy most of the time.

"Come on, take Mr. Zhao, the servant, go down and have a rest. Mr. Zhao, follow me." A Yao was bewildered as the two maids asked her to leave. Zhao Yushu wanted to stop them, but Miss Lu interrupted him with a light sentence: "Some things are better known to others."

Zhao Yushu followed Miss Lu into the restaurant in confusion and was stunned.

The restaurant was not the large banquet hall he had imagined, or even the kind that could seat more than a dozen people at a large table.

This is a very elegant little hall. There are several plates of exquisite cold dishes and a jade pot on a small table, and two chairs sitting opposite each other.

Zhao Yushu looked around and felt a little nervous. This couldn't be possible.

"Master Zhao, you don't have to look anymore. It's just you and me tonight. Are you afraid of a little girl like me?"

"Haha, haha, Miss Lu is joking. I just think that this is, um, a single man and a single woman..."

"Hahahaha", Miss Lu covered her mouth and laughed, "Mr. Zhao, you really made me laugh. Let's talk about business today. Please sit down."

Zhao Yushu scratched his head. Since he was already here, he might as well make the best of it and see what Miss Lu had to say. She couldn't try to seduce him with her beauty, right? He didn't have anything to offer.

The two of them sat down, and Miss Lu asked the servants to come in one after another and serve a few hot dishes. The meal was then started.

Miss Lu poured Zhao Yushu a glass of wine and said, "I have discussed this with my father. Tomorrow he will go to the government office to discuss the issue of releasing grain with the governor. If the governor agrees, the Lu family will bear the food rations for the refugees returning home and the grain until the autumn harvest. We will not charge a penny."

Miss Lu came straight to the point and dropped a bombshell, which shocked Zhao Yushu no less than the blow from Neijing and knocked him out on the spot.

"Hey, hey, ha, I would like to thank Miss Lu and Boss Lu for their kindness on behalf of tens of thousands of refugees. You are really... I am not very knowledgeable and can't think of many words to praise you."

"Haha, Mr. Zhao is really humorous. But Mr. Zhao, as the old saying goes, business is business. Don't you want to hear what my conditions are?"

As expected, I should have thought that this shrewd Miss Lu couldn't be so kind.

"Appreciate further details."

"The first condition is that I heard that Mr. Zhao is still unmarried?"