The Daily Life of a Down-on-Hard-Life Medicine Girl Supporting Her Family

Zhao Minghua arrived in the capital and met his second brother.

It's safe to say that he was absolutely right to call his second brother a bookworm!
His family had arranged servants, cooks, page boys, and coachmen for him, and had also given him enough money to rent a courtyard in the capital.

Unexpectedly, he ended up staying at the inn with five guests.

The cooks have all gained weight.

Since they were eating and staying at the inn, the group did nothing but eat with him.

Why don't you rent a place to live?

Zhao Minghua couldn't understand it.

"The second young master said that renting a room is too expensive, and the inn is more convenient."

Zhao Minghua... Renting a room can be more expensive than a guesthouse? This is the first time he has heard such a statement.

After asking more questions, I learned that the houses his bookish second brother had looked at were all two or three courtyards, which were of course expensive.

It's true... it's easy to go from frugality to extravagance, but difficult to go from extravagance to extravagance!
In the capital city, where land is incredibly expensive, this second brother, who doesn't understand worldly matters, even rents courtyards with two or three courtyards.
He's completely inflexible!

What kind of wife should a man like him marry?
How do you take charge of a household and support it?

They've become stupid from reading too much.

Zhao Minghua sighed.

Unfortunately, he had no choice but to handle this matter.

"Second brother didn't get into the academy?"

Zhao Minghua also discovered a serious problem: did he think he was a genius or a child prodigy? After leaving the private school, he had no teacher to teach him, and he didn't even visit any teachers in the capital or enter any academy.
"It's easier said than done." Zhao Minglang sighed. "It's always better to stay at home, but it's always harder to go out. It's really true. To get into school here, you either need talent or wealth. I've thought about it carefully and I think I'm not good enough for either, so I won't go."

“My father and elder brother don’t earn money easily, so I will be careful with the money they give me.”

Zhao Minghua... I've seen it in his eyes, my second brother is a complete idiot!

Between future prospects and wealth, which is more important?
The money my father gave me was for the expenses of becoming an apprentice and attending the academy.

As it turned out, the second brother actually wanted to be frugal.

It's truly hard to tell whether someone like him is a blessing or a curse for the people when he becomes an official.

He doesn't know how to live a normal life at all, and others have to take care of everything for him.

What kind of wife should I marry to make a good living?

So sad.

Zhao Minghua visited General Xia Guangcheng in the capital and also learned that Hanwen Academy in the capital was recruiting students.

The headmaster of Hanwen Academy was surnamed Tian, ​​and he had a long-standing friendship with General Xia. So Zhao Minghua shamelessly asked General Xia for a letter of recommendation.

"Hanwen Academy?"

Looking at the letter of recommendation, Zhao Minglang was slightly excited: "Can I really get into Hanwen Academy with this letter?"

"Of course it's true, this is a letter written by General Xia himself."

Sigh, my second brother is still far from being a good person.

I don't know what my parents were thinking. They thought he would have a great future and that he was better than them.

Zhao Minghua thought it was because he was lazy and didn't want to work hard; otherwise, he would definitely be several times better than him.

Well, we need to keep this low-key.

"Then, if I take this letter to see Headmaster Tian, ​​I can enter the academy?"

"You can try it."

Does Silly Second Brother know that he's questioning General Xia's abilities?
“Minghua, you don’t know, the scholar Wang next door once went to Hanwen Academy, but he didn’t even get to see Headmaster Tian because he failed the exam.”

It is said that passing the Hanwen Academy's examination gives you a certain degree of certainty about your future, and if you can receive personal guidance from Headmaster Tian, ​​your future will be even more promising.

Many students were eager to apply but dared not. If they were rejected by Hanwen Academy, it would mean that all their efforts in coming to the capital had been in vain, and they would become a laughing stock.

Zhao Minglang also wanted to try his skills, but he was still a little worried and didn't dare to go.

As a result, his own most unreliable third son actually produced a letter of recommendation for him, the kind that would allow him to meet with Headmaster Tian directly.

Meeting Headmaster Tian and receiving some guidance from him would be a wonderful thing.

Go, must go!
"Second brother, you should go to Hanwen Academy first. It would be better if you could stay. If not, it would be good to have Headmaster Tian give you some guidance."

"I know, I know, I will do my best and won't let you down."

Zhao Minghua... My face isn't worth much, so it doesn't matter whether I lose it or not. I'm just worried that you can't handle setbacks.

Sometimes I think, what if my second brother, who is so stubborn, doesn't pass the exam... Ugh, I shouldn't think like that. Children say the darndest things. Just like my mother said, treat what I say as nothing and don't take it seriously.

"Then I'll go to Hanwen Academy tomorrow."

"Go."

"Then them...?"

Unlike other places, the academy can only bring one page at most. What about the cooks, servants, maids, coachmen and other servants?
"I have my own arrangements."

Zhao Minghua had no choice but to settle his servants.

Zhao Minghua asked around and found out that a three-courtyard house was for sale, so he went to take a look at it that day.

The courtyard was large, but it was desolate and dilapidated inside.

"This is the Hu residence. Lord Hu committed a crime eight years ago, and his property was confiscated. Later, the Gao family bought this house, but..."

As a qualified dentist, there are some things you won't say. After all, in business, deception and trickery are commonplace.

However, he dared not deceive this one.

"Go ahead and say what you have to say."

"It's like this, I heard that after Master Gao bought it, he didn't even have time to repair it, and then..." The broker felt a chill run down his spine, and his hair was about to stand on end: "They said that this house is haunted and can't be lived in, so it's been left unoccupied, and now it's being sold at a low price."

The brokerage firm hadn't expected to sell it, mainly because Master Gao promised a big bonus if it did, while Zhao Minghua wanted a large, affordable mansion near the capital.

This house is really big and inexpensive, which meets his requirements.

"Haunted?"

"Yes, it's haunted." The broker shrank his neck. "To be honest, Young Master Zhao, I rarely come here. Every time I open the door, I get a chilly feeling, and I'm quite scared..."

A chilly feeling?
Have it?

Zhao Minghua blew a breath onto his neck.

"Ah, a ghost!"

The dentist screamed and ran out the door.

Zhao Minghua... is definitely up to something!
"This house is haunted, the price should be reduced by half, otherwise no one will dare to buy it."

"This is a matter I cannot make a decision on." The broker thought for a moment, "If you really want to buy it, young master, I will go and ask Master Gao."

"Okay, go ahead. I'll only give you a maximum of eight thousand taels of silver."

A three-courtyard house right under the walls of the capital—you couldn't get it for less than 30,000 taels of silver.

The current offer is 20,000 taels, but Zhao Minghua has heard about the ghost story and wants to negotiate it down to 8,000 taels, no more than that.

The broker immediately ran to find Master Gao, while Zhao Minghua wandered around here with Qingsheng.

"Young master, aren't you afraid of ghosts?"

Qingsheng was terrified after hearing what the broker said, and when he saw the young master swaggering in, he became even more cowardly.

"You don't understand, every wrong has its perpetrator, every debt its debtor. Even if there are ghosts, they can't haunt me." Zhao Minghua didn't believe in ghosts or gods: "Sometimes people are far more terrifying than ghosts." (End of Chapter)