The old man was kind-hearted and could be said to be an elder who penetrated the world and people's hearts. He knew that he could not always talk about Mr. Bao's family affairs, and then he changed his words and said to the topic just now.

The old man said leisurely: "I just heard you say something. The young man is indeed brave. But I don't understand. Could that young man have a grudge against the Cui family in Qinghe? Why did he take Cheng Chumo to smash the Cui family's warehouse? Is there any secret there?"

Mr. Bao quickly calmed down and explained to the old man carefully: "The elder guessed wrong this time. According to the information I have found, the young man had no grudges with Cui Qinghe. The reason why he took Cheng Chumo to smash the shop was entirely because he wanted to owe a large amount of goods. Because the money involved was too much, the two sides could not reach an agreement. So Cheng Chumo took action and smashed his relative's shop."

After thinking about it, he said, "The boy did not smash the shop. He took action because he stopped Wuhou. At that time, Wuhou and the monks were eager to draw their swords. The boy thought they were going to cut the sword."

After such an explanation, the matter was basically clear. Although everyone was unable to watch the smashing in the west city of Chang'an, they now understand what Mr. Bao said.

Only the old man was a shopkeeper and was very concerned about the details of the matter. He suddenly stroked his beard and asked again: "You said they were going to owe a lot of goods to credit. I think the quantity of goods must be quite large. Otherwise, as Cheng Chumo's little Duke, it would be impossible for Qinghe Cui to not pay him credit..."

"The elder guessed right!"

Mr. Bao nodded and explained, "It is because of too much credit that the negotiations collapse. You can't imagine what the boy was going to buy. He wants thousands or tens of thousands of iron pots, and he needs special making."

hiss!

Everyone gasped.

The old man was also shocked and murmured: "It actually costs thousands or tens of thousands of iron pots. This is a big deal of two or three thousand guan. No wonder Cui, Qinghe, refused to pay credit, and did not pay credit at any house. Not to mention Cheng Chumo's appearance, even Cheng Zhijie would be useless if he went."

Suddenly he remembered something and asked again: "What do he want so many iron pots? Could it be that the army purchased it?"

This made the businessman think and was about to have a little contact with Li Yun.

Unfortunately, Mr. Bao shook his head and smiled bitterly: "You should give up this idea as soon as possible. That boy did not buy iron pots from the army. I heard from people in the West City that his iron pots were owed on credit for refugees..."

uh-huh?

Everyone present was stunned.

Thousands of iron pots are all owed by refugees to credit?

"Isn't this a mess? It's a pure loss-making business!"

"No wonder Cui, Qinghe, is unwilling to take credit. It is obviously a business of meat buns to beat dogs. The refugees are so poor that they only have one mouth left. Is it useless to give them credit to iron pots?"

"I want to know more now, what will happen to Cheng Chumo. He smashed the Cui family's shop in Qinghe, and it is said that he had fought with his distant uncle. This matter must be over, and there is a good show..."

As soon as they said this, everyone's eyes lit up.

Someone quickly looked up at the sky and suddenly thoughtfully said, "The evening is coming, and it's time for the little bully to go home. It just so happened that Duke Cheng was also in the evening, hehehe..."

Everyone immediately reacted and said excitedly: "What are you waiting for? Go and watch the fun quickly. I don't listen to Duke Cheng beat the child when he is still alive."

The streets were gone in a blink of an eye.

But I saw a group of idle men running like the wind, and they didn't forget to call on friends while running, and they were smiling and expecting unusually. Soon, the crowd had gathered and flocked to Duke Lu's mansion.

When I arrived at the place, I found that the gate of the Duke's Mansion was already lively. But I saw countless Chang'an people looking forward to it, and countless vendors were passing through it. Some old people were holding straw cushions to scold the young man, blowing his beard and staring to make people move away.

Needless to say, they are all watching the fun.

Since ancient times, it has been said that in front of others, and in the back of others, Cheng Yaojin has such a temper. Every time he wants to beat Cheng Chumo, he will be hung at the gate.

This matter is already a scene in Chang'an, and it always makes the people happy. Before the sky is dark, countless people have come to occupy space.

The guards of the Duke's Mansion were obviously stunned and were very familiar with everything in front of him. The two guards gave each other a wink, and the man on the left whispered: "Fifth brother, have you seen it? Look at this situation, our eldest son is causing trouble again. The people are constantly gathering, afraid that they will wait to see the eldest son be beaten..."

The one on the right coughed, suddenly turned around and ran into the mansion, and said as he ran, "You should take a good look at the door, I'll report to the eldest lady. Today's situation is a bit big, I guess the eldest son is causing trouble, otherwise it would be impossible for so many people to come to watch the show. They are all waiting to see our Duke beat the child. I'm so obedient, the eldest son is afraid he will be beaten up..."

"Yes, yes, yes, 5th brother goes there quickly. It's too late for the eldest lady to know the news. When the eldest son is beaten, we will also have to eat with him."

The guard ran like the wind, rushed into the mansion and disappeared.

Such examples were already numerous. The people outside the door quickly pricked their ears to inquire. Sure enough, they heard the screams of the guards in the mansion and said anxiously: "Madam, please help me, please. People all over the city gather in front of the door. I guess the eldest son is in trouble again. The Duke has not returned yet, so you can hide the eldest son first."

After not much effort, the mansion was full of chaos.

This scene is so pleasant to hear. The people in front of the mansion were laughing and looking forward to Cheng Yaojin returning home quickly, and then he would hang Cheng Chumo up and suck him, and then Mrs. Cheng came out to protect her and argue with her husband that as long as the eldest daughter of Cui's family in Qinghe showed her power, she would make Duke Cheng lose his temper.

These are all regular repertoire programs, and they are the favorite fun of Chang'an people.

It is strange that there were many dukes in the Tang Dynasty, but only the Cheng family was so down-to-earth. Other dukes' mansions also had the responsibility to teach their children a lesson, but there were no ordinary people watching.

But the regular program has not started yet, and the people are looking forward to it. Suddenly, who called out and said excitedly: "Look, everyone, the little bully is back."

Hurry!

The crowd turned their heads in unison and stared at the road in front of the Duke's Mansion.

Sure enough, two teenagers came from afar. There was a pretty boy on the left and no one knew him, but the one on the right was full of fierce faces and everyone knew him. It was Cheng Chumo, the little overlord of Chang'an, who was walking home with a slight look on his face.

The commoner shouted and teased, "Mr., do you still dare to go home? I heard that you caused a big disaster again today, and I'm afraid you will be another blow today..."

There was even worse, he laughed and said, "Mr. Master, you have to hold on later. We opened the plate and bet you can hold on for ten cups of tea. Last time you just beat Duke Zhao's son, but he was hung up by Duke Cheng and took eight cups of tea. This time you beat my uncle, so we probably didn't run away in the ten cups of tea."

Cheng Chumo gritted his teeth and said, "That's a distant uncle, it's not a kiss. Besides, can you beat my uncle be considered a fight? This is my general style. You guys don't understand. Whoever opened the gambling plate, hurry up and withdraw it..."

The people laughed strangely, not afraid of Cheng Chumo's glaring.

Because they all knew that the little overlord of the Cheng family never bullies the people. Although Erlangzi liked to behave in trouble, the ones who beat the nobles were all the children.
Chapter completed!