Datang: My bedroom is the same as Changle's boudoir

Datang, at the gate of the Suzaku Gate of the Imperial City.

The carriages of each family have been waiting there for a long time.

"Come on, boy Mo, take my carriage."

"Today I'm a host. It just so happens that a cow in my family suffers from depression. It probably hanged itself when I got home. I invite everyone to eat beef."

Cheng Yaojin held the box containing Infinity Blade in one hand, and dragged Mo Wuhen to his carriage with the other hand.

Mo Wuhen didn't refuse either, anyway, he also wanted to visit this Tang Dynasty to see what the Duke's house was like.

Everyone in Chang'an city knew that the cattle in Cheng Yaojin's family fell ill and died every now and then. Instead of offending Cheng Yaojin for no reason, it would be better to eat a meal of beef.

"Boy Mo, I see that your backpack is bulging. There must be something else! Why don't you take it out and show it to me?"

Cheng Yaojin rubbed his hands, and almost turned over Mo Wuhen's bag himself.

The reason why Cheng Yaojin is so courteous is that he has other plans for Mo Wuhen's bag.

Mo Wuhen looked at Cheng Yaojin's carefree expression, couldn't help but smiled slightly, looked at Cheng Yaojin and said.

"I have a big profitable business here, but I don't know if Lu Guogong wants it or not."

When Mo Wuhen said this, Cheng Yaojin didn't even care about the sword in his hand, and grabbed Mo Wuhen's arms on both sides, extremely excited.

"You talk about this, my old Cheng is very interested. What is my old Cheng's name? Bite gold! You say that you can make money, so it must be my old Cheng!"

Mo Wuhen turned his head to look at Cheng Yaojin holding his arms on both sides, and said helplessly.

"You grab me like this, how can I get it for you?"

"Oh! My old Cheng is so excited! Take it, take it!"

Cheng Yaojin took his hand back with embarrassment.Sitting upright opposite Mo Wuhen, his eyes were fixed on the bag next to Mo Wuhen.

Mo Wuhen took out several books from his bag.

"Books? Could it be that you want my old Cheng to sell books?"

Wu Mo Wuhen paid attention to Cheng Yaojin, and just said: "This book is not for you to sell, it is for you to learn."

"Let me learn? My old Cheng can't understand. It's so thick and so much. You let me learn? It doesn't matter if you don't make money!"

Cheng Yaojin is a rough man, it's okay if you ask him to brush a three-axe for you, but if you ask him to study, it will kill him.

"Really? You don't want a monthly income?"

As soon as Mo Wuhen said this, Cheng Yaojin couldn't calm down, as if he wasn't the tough man just now, so he quickly changed his words.

"Isn't it just reading? Although my old Cheng is not good, I have a son. If he doesn't learn from Lao Tzu, he will be beaten! Until he learns."

Good guy, Mo Wuhen gave Cheng Yaojin a thumbs up in his heart, and at the same time expressed sympathy for Cheng Chumo and others.

In other words, if you do this to your own son, will he be buried by his son directly because of a small wind and cold when he is old in the future?

Mo Wuhen stopped complaining in his heart, and handed the book to Cheng Yaojin.

Because of the system, these text works will hide some production dates, ingredients, origins, and even change them, converting traditional and simplified characters.

That's why Mo Wuhen was so confident when he offered wine before.

"Come and let me see what kind of books they are!"

Cheng Yaojin took it over, the corner of his face twitched.

"Postpartum and Nursing of Female Pig", "Signals of Fattening Pig", "Complete Book of Raising Pig". . .

"Could it be that you want me to raise such a lowly meat like a pig?"

"How can this make money, aren't you framing me?"

Mo Wuhen could also predict Cheng Yaojin's reaction, and took out the sample from his backpack.

Ham sausage.

"When you taste this, you'll know if I'm right."

Mo Wuhen tore open the package and handed it to Cheng Yaojin.

Cheng Yaojin also ate pig meat back then, and the taste was good, but the fishy smell was unbearable.

Half-believing, Cheng Yaojin didn't want to touch Mo Wuhen's face, opened his "cherry mouth" and took a small bite.

(￣～￣) Chew!
"Hmm~"

(╯▽╰ ) So fragrant~~
Three times, five times and two times, a ham sausage is eaten directly.

"Don't say anything, you will be my brother from now on."

"This thing is simply delicious. Could it be that it's made of pig meat?"

Cheng Yaojin babbled and babbled, still savoring the taste.

"Of course, Brother Cheng thinks that if pork belly tastes like this, will it be sold and make money?"

Mo Wuhen also used the ladder to climb the tree. Cheng Yaojin called him brother and brother like this, so of course he would not be polite.

"My old Cheng is a little puzzled, why does this have no fishy smell at all?"

"Cut it off, have no desires, eat and sleep every day. Do you think this pig can't be fat, can it taste bad!"

When Cheng Yaojin heard this, his lower body tightened.He took a deep breath.

"Brothers also have to settle accounts clearly. Let's divide it three to seven, I give you three."

Cheng Yaojin was immediately stunned when he heard this, and I worked hard and hard, but only gave me [-]% in the end.

"No, it's too little! I spend so much, and I got [-]-[-] before."

"June Four!"

"Okay! Deal!"

The price that Mo Wuhen is satisfied with is [-]% of the price. It was too high before, and it was just for the [-]% of the price.

Seeing Cheng Yaojin Le, I didn't know that I thought I had taken advantage of it.

The two chatted for a while in the car, and finally arrived at Cheng Yaojin's home.

After getting off the car, there was only one thing in Mo Wuhen's mind, which was to buy a cushion when he went back.

"It's his grandma's, butt hurts from bumping all the way."

Mo Wuhen complained in a low voice, rubbed his butt, and followed Cheng Yaojin into the room.

"Father, who is this?"

"I was just looking for you. Take it. Your Uncle Mo gave it to you. Learn it for me. Whether our family can make a fortune depends on you."

"You don't want to be tied to that tree in the yard!"

Cheng Yaojin threw the book to Cheng Chumo, and he didn't forget to threaten Cheng Chumo when he was done, for fear that Cheng Chumo wouldn't pay attention.

Cheng Chu swallowed silently, holding the book in his hand, his eyes kept looking at Mo Wuhen.

Young Master Pianpian, Yan Ruyu, is still so young, she looks younger than him.

But in the end, under Cheng Yaojin's vicious gaze, he reluctantly called "Uncle".

[Cheng Chumo's resentment value +666]
"My dear nephew, I'll give you candy."

Mo Wuhen didn't expect that he could also gain resentment points, he was in a good mood, and rewarded Cheng Chumo with a few pieces of candy.

Think of me as a child, reluctantly holding candy and book, ready to leave.

"Look to see if any cow has hanged himself in our house. I want to entertain my brother Mo."

Cheng Chumo walked towards the room when he heard his father yelling at him.

Cheng Chumo went to the room to put down the book, didn't even read the title, and went directly to the backyard to make arrangements.