Tang Dynasty good husband

Chapter 109 Prodigal son, stop
Cheng Yaojin went home as usual, and then asked his servants to prepare food and wine, planning to have a good drink.

The wine is gray wine, and the Cheng family is one of the shareholders of gray wine, and the production method of gray wine is not complicated. Cheng Yaojin.

But Cheng Yaojin is a guy who loves money like his life. Although he knows that gray wine is easy to make, if he wants, he can set up a separate workshop to process it and make money.

But Cheng Yaojin's integrity is beyond doubt. Cheng Yaojin just asked his servants to make enough gray wine for the family to drink, and then stopped. Anyway, he would not be fooled, and it would be more comfortable to earn money from outsiders.

The dishes are not made by steaming, boiling and other methods with Tang Dynasty characteristics.

Mutton skewers and beggar's chicken, these are two must-have dishes for Cheng Yaojin to drink. There is no doubt that Cheng Chumo's unscrupulous guy was afraid of being beaten, so he took them out to please his father.

"Master, our family is going to have a hard time..." The housekeeper Xu Zhong wiped away two lines of tears, and brought the mutton skewers and beggar's chicken to the table.

"What's going on?" Hearing this, Cheng Yaojin was taken aback and asked.

It must not be a trivial matter to make the housekeeper wipe tears anxiously.

"Hey, son, I don't know what's wrong. I came back a few days ago as if I had a stroke. I was transferred out of the account room for a thousand dollars. The son had his wife's permission, so the old slave didn't care much. But yesterday the master came After the reign, the young master transferred another two thousand guan from the counting room, and the family did not have much money, so the counting house also came to the old slave to complain, if things go on like this, our family may not even be able to solve the problem." Xu Zhong continued Said with tears.

Xu Zhong felt that he was very interesting, and helped Cheng Chumo hide it for so long, but Cheng Chumo didn't know the seriousness, and blindly transferred the money from the account room. If he didn't report it, he would be in big trouble when the family couldn't open the pot. .

"Huh? The bastard's skin is loose again?" Cheng Yaojin's mouth twitched violently, money, that's three thousand coins...

"Did that bastard say what he did with the money?" After calming down a little, Cheng Yaojin felt that although Cheng Chumo was a jerk, he shouldn't have the temperament of a playboy.

Cheng Yaojin had some impression of the previous one thousand dollars, as if he bought shares in Gray Wine, this is a job to make money, and Cheng Yaojin also agreed.

Well, I can't calm down anymore, Cheng Yaojin is trying hard to suppress his anger, he is waiting, waiting for Xu Zhong to tell him what to do with the remaining [-] guan, if it is not for making money, then he will pump it hard That bastard boy, if it is to make money, he should also smoke, at most not so hard.

"This..." Xu Zhong hesitated. He was worried that Cheng Chumo would be beaten directly after he said it.

"Say!" Cheng Yaojin frowned and said sharply.

"Yes, the old slave was not at ease, so he sent someone to follow the young master for a while, and found that the young master went to the general prison first. Then he lost about a hundred coins, pulled some big iron bars from the general prison, and then So I went straight to Zhuangzi outside our city, and the people who came back told the old slave that Zhuangzi said that the son wanted to dig wells in Zhuangzi, and he wanted to turn the dozens of dumped fields in Zhuangzi into irrigated fields. But in the old slave It seems that this matter is too absurd. I heard that digging a well does not require people to dig it, but to smash it down with a big iron rod pulled out from the general prison. How can this well come out of a hole the size of the mouth of a bowl? Huh?" Xu Zhong told the truth in detail, and habitually included his own evaluation.

Xu Zhong is very smart. When reporting the situation to Cheng Yaojin, he would never add some of his own emotional factors to it. Even if there were, he would first tell the truth truthfully, and then talk about his own feelings.

Therefore, Cheng Yaojin did not doubt the authenticity of Xu Zhong's words at all.

'boom! '

Cheng Yaojin slammed his fist hard on the desk, and the mutton skewers and beggar's chicken that had just been put on it fell to the ground in an instant.

"You son of a bitch, this is going to heaven." Cheng Yaojin was very angry. Drilling a well is not a trivial matter. Two thousand guan to dig wells, not to mention turning those dozens of fields into irrigated fields, how big of a brain do you have to think of this?
The more Cheng Yaojin thought about it, the more angry he became. Since he came back from his trip to Luozhou, his behavior has become more and more lawless. If he doesn't discipline him properly, he might really become that playboy.

"No, I have to go to Zhuangzi to have a look."

Cheng Yaojin led several servants, and started running all the way after leaving the city. It only took less than an hour for a group of people to enter Zhuangzi, which was half an hour less than before.

After entering Zhuangzi, Cheng Yaojin only felt that his eyes were darkened, and he almost couldn't hold back and was paralyzed to the ground.

More than a dozen strange-looking shelves were erected high, similar to tents, but also like the appearance of sergeants stacking their spears vertically when marching and setting up camp.

Several men shouldered the hemp rope, stepped forward in a neat step, and then let go of the hemp rope, allowing the big iron rod to smash down the previous hole. This kind of well drilling method is simply unheard of. What can he do with the well he dug?
Seeing this scene, Cheng Yaojin couldn't help but get angry. He couldn't help but not be angry. That bastard Cheng Chumo actually played this kind of pretend game with two thousand pennies?
Cheng Yaojin suddenly felt a deep sense of regret. He regretted that when Cheng Chumo was born, why didn't Mao himself just throw the kid into the water and drown him?Prodigal stuff.

"My lord, why are you here?" Seeing Cheng Yaojin, a trace of joy flashed across Cheng Chumo's face, and he hurriedly came forward to greet him.

'boom……'

However, what Cheng Chumo didn't expect was that what greeted Cheng Chumo was not his father's encouragement, admiration, or comfort, but a solid kick on his ass.

"Prodigal stuff, you use three thousand guan for this?" Cheng Yaojin pointed at the pile of drilling bits, as if his heart was bleeding.

"En?" Cheng Chumo was taken aback for a moment, and then explained: "One thousand guan is the share capital of gray wine, and the remaining [-] guan is the stock money of the drilling team, and the rest is used to buy equipment and Our village is used to dig wells. But our family has [-]% of the shares. It only takes four passes to drill a well. At that time, you can get back [-] yuan for each well. However, Xiao Niu’s family also has to dig wells, so it probably won’t cost much. month, the money will come back.”

Cheng Yaojin was so angry that he wished he could kick this prodigal son to death, but as soon as he lifted his foot, Cheng Chumo flashed aside with a tacit understanding, and Cheng Yaojin angrily reprimanded: "Nizi, come here for me."

"I'm not stupid. I'm going to get beaten up? My lord, if you want to be beaten up, let's talk about it when we get home tonight. Now my son is still digging a well, so I don't have time to mess around with you." Cheng Chumo looked serious. Said, an attitude that I am very busy.

"What? Nonsense?" Cheng Yaojin was stunned for a moment. Just as he was about to get angry, Cheng Chumo ran away, gathered around the puddles of yellow mud to look around, and then gave instructions. It seems really busy.

"If you can't get water, I'll use you, a prodigal, to dig a well." Cheng Yaojin swore viciously.

(End of this chapter)