Datang Nongwang

Chapter 11 Wei Zheng's Unwillingness

"Little guy, why is your set of tables and chairs worth a hundred guan? It's just made of some ordinary wood, and the wooden tables and chairs like Xishi only cost one or two guan." Wei Zheng couldn't find the table and chairs.

Just now, he sent that set of tables and chairs to Confucius' mansion, so there is no possibility of returning it. Now that Li Chongyuan has come to his door again, naturally he can only think about buying it for a price.

Moreover, when he asked for this set of tables and chairs from Butler Qi, he also said that he bought it.

But right now, Li Chongyuan said that he wanted a hundred coins as soon as he came, which is obviously a money grab.

"I designed these tables and chairs. There are only so many in the world, and they are still used to open restaurants. If you snatch a set of tables and chairs from me now, it will cost me a day. This loss will naturally come down." Here you go, give me the money!" Li Chongyuan replied shamelessly asking for money.

"You little guy, open a restaurant? Isn't the reward enough? Oh, by the way, you injured Lu Shaoqing's son a few days ago. Mansion, then you have to be careful, ha ha." When Wei Zhengda heard that Li Chongyuan was going to open a restaurant, he didn't react for a while.

When he reacted, he laughed twice.

"I'm so poor that I'm jingling, how can I care about the punishment of the Holy Majesty, if you don't pay me, then I will bring people from the family to your house to eat and drink for a month." Li Chongyuan began to play tricks. I can't manage that much anymore.

"You bastard, if you bring people from your house to eat here for a month, then I won't be poor, that's all, I'm afraid of you, housekeeper, give this bastard a hundred coins Go." Wei Zheng was also afraid of Li Chongyuan.

As for Li Chongyuan's way of playing tricks, he really couldn't stand it.

Although there were not many people in Li Chongyuan's house, if he really didn't give money, Wei Zheng could imagine the little guy in front of him, and he really dared to bring people from the house over to eat and drink.

"Ma'am, the Duke asked me to come here and get a hundred coins, so that I can give it to Mr. Li. It's the money to buy that set of tables and chairs." The housekeeper of Wei Zheng's mansion got instructions from the master and went back to get the money.

But before taking the money, it is necessary to report to Wei Zheng's wife.

"Hey! This man from County Li can really make a fuss, go and get it." Wei Zheng's wife, Mrs. Pei, was weaving in the house, and she already knew what was going on outside.

However, when he heard the housekeeper said that he would take a hundred guan, his heart was very distressed.

Wei Zheng said he was poor but he was poor, and he said he was not poor but he was not poor.

Being poor is only for ordinary people. Not being poor, Wei Zheng owns a lot of property. Of course, like Li Chongyuan, he doesn't have a shop or something to make a living.

And Wei Zheng didn't have many friends, so few of them were willing to come to him because of their private friendship.

The reason, of course, is that Wei Zheng was too upright, and offended a large number of people above the court, from the emperor to the small officials.

Li Chongyuan, who got the money, was naturally overjoyed, and saluted Wei Zheng happily, "Thank you Duke Wei for pity on me, who is not cared about. In the future, even if Duke Wei grabs it, I, Li Chongyuan, will definitely not stop me."

As soon as he finished speaking, Li Chongyuan left with his servants.

But Li Chongyuan's words really made Wei Zheng stand at the gate of the mansion angrily, blowing his beard and staring.

"This little guy is really getting worse and worse. How did Li Xiaowei teach you? Hmph! Don't fall into my hands in the future, or I will make you look good!" Wei Zheng looked at Li Chongyuan's leaving back, resentful sighed.

The Li Xiaowei he spoke of was naturally the name of Li Chongyuan's long-dead father.

Li Gui, courtesy name Xiaowei.

But at this moment, Li Chongyuan led his servants towards the West Market.

This trip, Li Chongyuan is going to Cheng Yaojin's residence.

I bought a hundred guan from Wei Zheng, and the remaining two sets of tables and chairs, of course, couldn't be cheap for Cheng Yaojin.

Although Cheng Chumo moved the tables and chairs away, if his son committed a crime, he, the father, would have to take care of it no matter what.

"Xiao Langjun, this Su Guogong is not very talkative, let's go so we don't get beaten." The housekeeper reminded worriedly.

"Hit? If he dares to hit me, tomorrow I will spread today's incident throughout Chang'an City, and I will see if he, a Duke, dares to hit me." Li Chongyuan really went out.

That is true.

If his own restaurant opened a day or two late, the business of a day or two, according to Li Chongyuan's point of view, he would lose one or two hundred coins no matter what.

It's money, but it's also business.

If someone steals his own money, it would be better to kill him.

Anyway, my family is so poor that they almost can't get rid of it, so why would I be afraid of Cheng Yaojin.

At this time, Cheng Yaojin was sitting on a chair that Cheng Chumo snatched from Butler Qi in Huaidefang, and he patted the armrest and praised: "That's right, that's right, it's called a chair. It’s much more comfortable than those beard stools.”

"Father, if you think it's good, I'll go to Li Chongyuan's and get you two more sets." Cheng Chumo was very happy seeing his father like it so much.

"Okay, you will come over later and ask for two more sets, so I can give them to you Uncle Qin and Uncle Yuchi." Cheng Yaojin had two sets, and was satisfied, and did not want to get another two sets for his own house. Instead, he remembered his two old brothers.

"Okay, then I'll go there now." Cheng Chumo got his father's instructions and was about to leave.

"It's not good! It's not good!" At this moment, the porter ran over in a panic.

"What's wrong! There are no rules at all, how decent!" Cheng Yaojin was displeased to see the concierge frowning in such a panic.

"Mr. Hui, that man from Li County is shouting at the gate of the mansion with dozens of people, and that man from County Li is still holding a stick in his hand." Seeing that the master was angry, the concierge hurriedly explained the reason.

He is just a small porter, he has never even been on the battlefield, and has been staying in Chang'an City.

He saw Li Chongyuan coming over with a stick, obviously he came to the Duke's mansion to find trouble.

That's why he rushed back to report the news in a hurry.

"Huh? Wasn't Li Chongyuan punished by His Majesty and not allowed to leave the mansion? Why did he come here?" Cheng Chumo felt strange after hearing this.

Although Xiuzhenfang is very close to Huaidefang, and they are both under the jurisdiction of Chang'an County.

But he didn't understand, how could Li Chongyuan, who was supposed to be grounded in the house, bring someone over to make trouble?
However, after thinking about it, he finally understood something.

"Chu Mo, go and have a look, don't make trouble." Cheng Yaojin didn't have any thoughts after hearing the sound, and sent his son to go and have a look.

"Yes, father." Cheng Chumo, who had received the instructions, quickly led the porter towards the gate of the mansion.

But his third younger brother Cheng Chubi followed curiously.

Cheng Chubi is the third son of Cheng Yaojin.

He is two years younger than Li Chongyuan, the same age as Li Chongzhen, and studies in the Imperial College.

At Cheng Chubi's age, he is at the age when dogs hate cats, and because his father is the Duke of the state, he has caused trouble everywhere. In Chang'an City, his reputation is comparable to that of Li Shimin's son, Yan Wang Li You. .

(End of this chapter)