In Chang'an City, Li Er saw Song Zhuan, the Imperial College Supervisor who came back to report his life. Listening to Song Zhuan's reply, Li Er sighed in his heart that it is difficult to find talents. He finally had a talent who was loyal to the country. Unexpectedly, he was just a craftsman with skills, which was a pity.

Standing next to him was Li Zhen, and as for Cheng Chumo, he found an excuse to sneak home when he entered the city. Anyway, he had always gone out to play, and he was not interested in such boring things as going back to report to His Majesty.

Li Zhen looked at Song Zhubu's detailed retelling and always felt something was wrong, but in fact, he was powerless even if he wanted to argue. He could not go forward and say to the emperor: Du Shaoqing can tell all the things that happened today with one mouth, and there is almost nothing he doesn't know about in the world!

Even so, who would believe it? At most, he would just laugh it off and think that the other party was just telling stories with a lot of words. What knowledge do you have?

At the Duke Lu of Chang'an, Cheng Chumo quietly slipped back home, not because of anything else, but because of the half jar of strong wine he secretly stole.

This kid is also smart. He talks a lot along the way. He didn't even tell his good brother Li Zhen, and he comforted himself: Xiao Zhen has always liked literary affairs and does not like strong alcohol.

According to his cleverness, he would not be able to tell that this half jar of wine might be a rare treasure of the Tang Dynasty. Perhaps only this half jar of wine in the world can be called the best of the world's strongest wine.

So he wanted to sneak home and drink it himself. He was secretly happy. The time was just right and there was no one in the family. His father went to court to work, and his two younger brothers went out to run wildly all day, so he could taste the strong wine with peace of mind.

When he returned to the room, Cheng Chumo took out the smallest one among all his wine glasses. It was not because he was afraid of the strong wine, but because he was reluctant to let it go. He kept thinking in his mind all the way back, how to enjoy this half jar of fine wine?

Holding a cattle to drink? No, it’s a waste of resources. It’s a waste of drinking it in one breath.

It’s not okay to drink and sing, your literary talent needs to be improved.

After thinking about many ways, I finally chose this wisely, using the smallest cup and slowly tasted it. Yes, it is to taste it. Only by tasting wine can you have artistic conception. It is said that experts all taste wine.

"Hiss! Ah!

Okay, good wine, a thread of wine penetrates into the throat is like a spring of clear water, and it is like cooking oil in the blink of an eye. After this sip of wine, it can be said that there is nothing in the world that can be eaten." Cheng Chu silently drank a glass and said generously.

At this moment, the door where he was inserted with the door latch was violently kicked open. My father Cheng Yaojin shouted, "You bastard, how dare you hide your own private life with such good wine? Is the family tradition of my old Cheng family just eating alone?"

Without saying a word, Cheng Yaojin stepped forward and snatched the small wine jar. He grabbed Cheng Chumo's back with his other hand, threw his hand aside, and sat in Cheng Chumo's seat carelessly.

This situation made Cheng Chumo confused. Looking at his father's sharp operation, he couldn't even say a word, and even forgot to shout a father.

In fact, this is also his idea. Cheng Yaojin was on duty this day and went to visit his elder brother Qin Shubao, who was sick at home. When he came back, he happened to see his sneaky son. He thought to himself that this kid went out to do business? He came back so quickly? That's not all, why do you seem to be holding it up like this? Don't cause any trouble anymore.

So Old Devil Cheng followed along and watched Cheng Chumo return to the room with his own eyes and plug the door bolt on the back. This made people even more suspicious. There must be an ulterior secret.

But when the old devil was lying at the wall and heard his son's feelings, he was no longer calm. What kind of wine was this? I drooled when I heard the boy's feelings. So the scene just now came.

Cheng Chumo was full of grievance and thought that he was really secret. Where could he not drink this jar of wine? He had to run home? He had known that he would have been drinking a cow in the inn at that time.

"Dad, dad,... dad" Cheng Chumo's voice was so distressed that he pulled the old man's head, but Cheng Yaojin scolded him without looking back: "I will settle the score with you later, let me also taste the best in the world you mentioned."

This guy is smarter than his son. He doesn't need a small cup or drink. Of course, he has to rely on robbing. The ones that drink in his stomach are good wine. In the end, Kou Suo Suo has become a fine wine in others' stomachs. Wouldn't that be a fool?

He raised the jar and drank it all over, and a gurgled sound came from Cheng Yaojin's throat, but it hit Cheng Chumo's heart. Cheng Chumo thought to himself, it's over, this jar of wine has nothing to do with him.

"Ha...! Good, good wine, this is the only one serving of peerless wine! It's so intense, this is the wine that men should drink!"

The strong wine entered his stomach and a long roar. Cheng Yaojin was so angry that he was blown into his mind by the alcohol. He shook his mind slightly, and then he yelled with emotion, he was the head of the family, and there was no need to be so sneaky. This is his Duke Lu's mansion, and no one dared to snatch things from him.

Cheng Chumo felt so distressed. Seeing that his father was about to hold the cauldron and then he couldn't help but want to fight for it again, so he shouted: "Dad, didn't you just say that eating alone is not the family tradition of my Cheng family? Isn't it great for you, my father and son to drink together?"

Cheng Yaojin's hand holding the altar stopped in the air, his eyebrows stood up, and he turned his head and asked angrily, "Do you want to set rules for you?"

Cheng Chumo was so scared that he almost squatted on the ground. He instantly admitted his fear and waved his hands repeatedly: "I dare not, I will definitely not. I will go and visit my mother and convey your instructions on family tradition just now."

After saying that, he turned around and ran away. Cheng Yaojin was stunned and saw his son slipping away, he couldn't even scream. He cursed in his heart, "What a cunning boy, didn't he just rob your wine?" He went to complain to your mother now? Did he deliberately cheat on his father?"

Cheng Yaojin's original wife, Sun, died early. Later, Xu Xian was the daughter of the Cui clan of the five nobles of Qinghe. This lady was very prestigious at home and of course she also protected her daughter. Although Cheng Yaojin was not afraid of her, she was afraid of trouble, so she turned her eyes and thought of an idea, "Since you dare to care about me eating alone, hum, then I will set you a model, good wine, and drink with your brothers!"

Carrying the wine jar, Cheng Yaojin went out to ride a fast horse and headed straight for Qin Shubao's house.

"Second brother, second brother, come out and see. Brother has got a treasure and dare not enjoy it alone. I specially used it to honor my second brother." The two families got along, but Cheng Yaojin did not need to report it at all. Before he could enter Qin Qiong's study, the old devil shouted.
Chapter completed!