Chapter 55 Cheng Yaojin: I really don’t eat that stuff

The enthusiasm of the people of the Tang Dynasty for eating melons is like the scorching sun in June. It is already dark, but the enthusiasm is still unabated.

Cheng Yaojin and his three men were strolling on the street. Seeing this scene, they were itching in their hearts.

"What happened?"

"Why are they all rushing to buy cloth quilts?"

Cheng Yaojin rubbed his forehead, looking puzzled, and scratching his heart.

Niu Jinda curled his lips: "It's cold, it's important for us to eat, Lao Cheng, Lao Hei, let's go."

Yuchi Gong nodded, talking less and doing more, this is his principle of doing things.

After all, when he speaks, it is always easy to offend people. Sometimes, he is obviously praising people, but others are furious when they hear it.

Two years ago, when Kong Yingda's granddaughter got married, Yuchi Gong went to congratulate her. The ceremony was over, and the people arrived. He wanted to say a few words, but the whole audience was embarrassed.

Kong Yingda, a great scholar, immediately went to find Ma Liao and wanted to fight with Yuchi Gong.

From then on, Yuchi Gong firmly believed that he should talk less and do more.

In today's world, it means talking less and eating more... It's not bad to eat melon occasionally.

Cheng Yaojin was unhappy: "No, I have to ask the shopkeeper, otherwise I will be scratching my heart."

Three warriors, successful and famous, strolling on the street every day, no wonder Cheng Chumo, Niu Jianhu, and Yuchi Baolin would learn bad things. The upper beam is not straight, the lower beam is crooked, and the street scoundrel teaches the street scoundrel, which is reasonable, right?

In addition, Cheng Yaojin's gossiping energy, even if the dung cart passes by the door of the house, he has to taste the saltiness, and if he doesn't know, it will be more painful than killing him.

"Shopkeeper, what happened just now?"

The shopkeeper looked confused, looking at the three black men in front of him, the West Market was about to close, the drums had sounded, and the curfew was about to arrive. There were three black men standing in front of him, with big shoulders and waists, extraordinary momentum, and each of them poked his big head, and his smile was comparable to the statue of Yama in the temple.

"Ah... three brave men, I am just an honest businessman. I lose money every day and have no money..."

"You bastard, am I that kind of fierce person? Everyone in Chang'an knows that I have a kind face and am polite. Tell me, what happened!"

Cheng Yaojin was immediately anxious.

The shopkeeper felt bitter and looked at the three people, and said shyly: "I... I don't know either."

"The cloth quilts that can't be sold on weekdays were sold out all of a sudden just now... I was just thinking about going to see..."

Cheng Yaojin stamped his feet fiercely: "You bastard, you ruined our good things. If I wasn't anxious, I would beat you to death!"

The shopkeeper's heart trembled, his legs kept shaking, and he looked at the backs of the three people who left in a hurry and let out a long breath.

How can you look kind? You look like a bandit at first glance.

How can you be polite? Your fists are as big as sandbags, and they are waving vigorously, which looks scary.

Outside the Datang Hotel, Cheng Yaojin and the other two were stunned, their jaws about to drop to the ground.

"Are we late?"

Yuchi Gong muttered, and saw a wooden sign hanging on the Datang Hotel, on which was written by the young shopkeeper Liu Xuan: Closed for business, see you tomorrow.

Niu Jinda was anxious: "Old Cheng, you have to ask there, you have to ask there, you can't even eat shit when it's hot."

His voice was a little loud, and in an instant, the eyes of those who were slowly spreading their bedding on the ground outside the door suddenly lit up.

"Who? Who wants to eat shit?"

"Hey, what's new?"

Cheng Yaojin blushed and stiffened his neck: "You are that kind of people, I won't eat!"

Yuchi Gong reminded at this time: "Old Cheng, the door is closed, the lights are off, let's come early tomorrow."

Cheng Yaojin smiled: "Yuchi Laohei, Lao Niu, and I, the nobles of the Tang Dynasty, want to eat something good, is there no way?"

"I know where the young shopkeeper Liu Xuan is!"

...

In the Liu Mansion, behind Liu Renyuan stood ten sturdy guards, all of whom were good players in the Jinwu Guard.

Liu Xuan looked at Liu Renyuan, then looked at the ten people, smacking his lips.

Li Shimin really spent a lot of money, fearing that something would happen to him.

"Liu Renyuan, go get familiar with them, gather the maids together, and pick out ten of them."

"Yes, Master!"

Liu Xuan nodded: "You guys go get busy too."

In the Jinwu Guard, no matter which soldier they are, they are all arrogant. What they do on weekdays is to investigate crimes in Chang'an, hunt down villains, and protect the important things of one side.

But today they received the order to become the guards of the house, and they were all holding back their anger.

But seeing that General Liu was so obedient, they lost their temper for a while.

Da Zhuang smiled at the ten people: "Master, my hands are itching."

Liu Xuan's face froze: "Da Zhuang, don't bully others."

When Liu Xuan's original owner was still alive, he was rarely bullied. Even when his parents died and Yaya's parents entrusted him with his orphan, a weak person had never been bullied.

The reason was Da Zhuang.

Liu Xuan didn't want Da Zhuang to do it, mainly because Da Zhuang didn't know how to use caution and would kill people accidentally.

"Master, I'm going to beat ten of them!"

Liu Xuan sighed: "Da Zhuang, think about it, if you take action today, there's no turning back."

This kid's brain is burnt out, and his reaction is a little slow, but he is born with brute force, which is real.

"You ten, play with Da Zhuang, put on your armor, don't blame me for not reminding you."

The ten Jinwu Guards were already unhappy to become servants to guard the house.

Now, facing Da Zhuang, he was naturally angry. Even if he couldn't hit him hard, he could always tease this silly guy, right?

"Don't worry, sir. We have been through hundreds of battles and know when to hit him."

Liu Xuan nodded, his mouth raised. Yes, he was a bit brave.

"Da Zhuang, hold back. These are all our people. If they get hurt, we will have to spend money to treat them!"

Da Zhuang nodded and showed a simple smile: "Don't worry, young master, I will definitely be very gentle..."

These words directly ignited the fighting spirit of the Jinwu Guards.

Military orders are like mountains, but this is too insulting, right?

How can a soldier of the Tang Dynasty be insulted?

"Sir, fists and feet have no eyes..."

Liu Xuan interrupted him: "It doesn't matter. You can work harder. Da Zhuang has finally waited for someone to play with."

The damage is not high, but the insult is very strong.

The dignified Jinwu Guards, with iron bones and strong bones, laugh at the princes, fight with a fool? Who are they looking down on?

After a moment...

"Master, we surrender!"

Da Zhuang felt wronged: "Young Master, can you play with me? I haven't even used my strength yet, and they fell down."

The faces of the ten Jinwu Guards turned green.

They were inferior to their opponents, and they bowed their heads, dejected.

This guy had no rules at all when fighting, and of course he didn't need any rules. He held a Jinwu Guard in one hand and started to spin like a sledgehammer...

Others who dared to approach were directly knocked away by the man who was swinging, and now they are still breathing heavily.

Have you ever seen someone holding a person like a chicken?