Cheng Yaojin, who had a waist of ten belts and was as strong as a bear, came in with a big smile, spread his thick arms far away, and laughed at Huaiyu, "Brother, I'm here to settle a score with you."
Behind Cheng Yaojin, followed by a younger version of him, except that his waistline was smaller,
Lao Cheng hugged Huaiyu fiercely, his arms were like iron hoops, and his bloody mouth kept moaning and screaming, which was very scary.
Cheng Chumo looked at Huaiyu helplessly, "Brother Wu."
Huaiyu finally broke away from Lao Cheng and looked at the two men inexplicably, "I wonder what you two are talking about? Mr. Lu calls me brother, and Chu Mo also calls me brother. You two are now brothers."
Already?"
Old Cheng rolled his eyes at Dalang Cheng, "Ignore that evil beast. We two brothers will have a good drink today."
"I'd better call you Uncle Cheng. You and my adoptive father are brothers, and Chu Mo and I are brothers. We can't mess up our seniority, right?" Huaiyu felt that the old devil was going to the Three Treasures Hall today for no reason.
If you look at how cowardly Cheng Chumo is today, you will know that the matter has something to do with him.
Old Cheng hugged Huaiyu again, this old devil.
"We brothers fought side by side in Youzhou and lived and died together. It was a life-and-death friendship. We are brothers in life and death. Shubao and I are brothers, and so are you."
Lao Cheng insisted one brother would not let go, then pointed at Chu Mo and said to Huai Yu, "From now on, little bastard, you have to call Prime Minister Wu your uncle, no matter how big or small you are,"
Chu Mo's face was purple and swollen with pain.
This man was also a rising star in the Zhenguan Dynasty, a young upstart. If Ding You hadn't wasted some time in three years, Su Lie, the governor of Yaozhou, might have been his.
But even so, he was the governor of Yinzhou three years ago, and now he is back as the governor of Lianzhou. He was a third-grade military general and was regarded as a non-commissioned officer by Lao Cheng.
"It just so happened that Wei Xiang gave me Wei's home brew Shaochun, and there is also a pot, so I can drink two cups."
But Lao Cheng waved his hand, "That sour guy Wei Zheng, the wine he brews is also sour. If there is anything good to drink, let's drink the Wuliangye from your Bingyu Hall today. It's very strong."
"Okay, drink Wuliangye, but Mr. Lu, do you want the sweet potato version or the corn version?"
“Let’s drink the one with sorghum and corn, the more expensive one. The Wuliangye with sweet potatoes is a bit spicy and a bit pungent. The Wuliangye with sorghum and corn is better. Although it is expensive, it has a strong aroma and sweetness, not spicy and not choking, and has an aftertaste.
Long and smooth on the entrance.”
Lao Cheng is a good drinker and likes Wu family liquor.
But he also has a mouth to hold, and he doesn't like the ordinary mid-to-low-end ones, such as sweet potato roasting, persimmon roasting, and glutinous rice roasting. If he wants to drink it, he also drinks Wuliangye, a high-end Wujia liquor, Zhongnanchun, etc., not only
It tastes good, you won't get drunk after drinking it, and you can also drink this wine with dignity.
The wine is expensive and the packaging is luxurious and classy.
The bottles of several high-end wines can be called works of art, including fine porcelain, crystal, glass, glazed, etc., and the packaging boxes are also made of various precious woods such as red sandalwood, and some even use
It is painted with exquisite lacquer and lined with exquisite silk.
Then put a small collection of poems and picture scrolls inside, and tell a story about a famous wine.
The force level rises straight up.
Of course the price is also very high.
It just so happens that these wines also like to engage in marketing, often creating a certain series, telling stories, and releasing limited editions.
What we are doing is having a price but no market, and doubling our status. These wines have even become a sought-after hard currency in the market, and are good things that can continue to increase in value.
Lao Cheng likes Wuliangye, Zhongnanchun, Langjiu, Qinjiu, etc. He likes not only wine, but also the bottles and boxes of wine, the poems and paintings, and the preciousness.
Wu Huaiyu asked someone to bring him some wine.
There is no shortage of various rare and limited edition bottles that are hard to find outside, and even some signature models. Wu Huaiyu has no shortage of them here. The Duke of Jin has a special wine cellar, which contains a lot of good wines, such as white wine, sake, shochu, fruit wine, and red wine. Waiting for everything.
Lao Cheng took the wine, as if holding a shy beauty, carefully watched it, then slowly opened the package, and finally took out the exquisite glass bottle inside.
Fill the crystal glass.
When he picked it up and smelled it, Lao Cheng was extremely intoxicated.
After three glasses of wine,
Lao Cheng slowly turned his attention away from the large lacquered wooden box, glass wine bottle and Wuliangye.
"Brother, I'm here to ask you for a crime today. I have no problem with you taking this evil beast to Lingnan. I'm even very grateful for your support. But this little brat has even left his marriage behind. This is Isn't it a matter of settling the account?
The girl with the fifth surname of Cui family in Qinghe is still a direct descendant. How rare this marriage is. How many people wish they could marry a girl with the fifth surname. I have tried my best to help me get this marriage. I have been delayed for a long time because of her mother. Now he is You also said that if you can’t get married, you have to go to Lingnan first, isn’t this going to clear up the account?”
Cheng Chumo kept his head down, but when he heard Lao Cheng talking about his dead mother, Mrs. Sun, he raised his head, cocked his neck, and shouted to Lao Cheng with an ugly face, "Don't talk about my mother,"
"What did I say? People are dead and buried in the loess. All living people have to look forward. You were born to her, so you should marry a wife and have children as soon as possible. If she hadn't been ill for several years, You have already given birth to your own children. Look at Brother Wu. He has given birth to eighteen sons and sixteen daughters."
Cheng Chumo blushed, "Stop talking."
The two men looked at each other angrily.
When Wu Huaiyu saw this, he quickly persuaded him. He knew that Cheng Chumo and his father had some bad relations in recent years, and he felt angry. The main reason was that his mother, Mrs. Sun, was the wife of Lao Cheng Zaochang. When Lao Cheng was still a rich man in the countryside, Mrs. Sun was The county magistrate's daughter married Lao Cheng at the end of the Sui Dynasty, and she was a bit of a low-married woman.
Lao Cheng became a hero in the founding of the Tang Dynasty and achieved great success. Although Sun's bedside was lingering, Lao Cheng hooked up with Widow Cui of Qinghe and did not shy away from it at all.
Cheng Chumo felt that his mother's death so early had a lot to do with Lao Cheng's ruthlessness. Especially after his mother's death, Lao Cheng didn't even retain the last love between husband and wife. Love goes to Youzhou.
Now he still has the nerve to talk about his mother.
If it weren't for the word "filial piety", Cheng Chumo would probably have punched Old Cheng, that old bastard.
Because he was angry, Cheng Chumo even disliked the women with the fifth surname that Lao Cheng took so much trouble to arrange for him.
Originally, Lao Cheng had arranged for Cheng Chumo to get married before the year before, but Cheng Chumo kept pushing and wanted to arrange it after the year. As a result, Cheng Chumo told him that he was going to Lingnan to be the governor of Lianzhou and did not want to get married for the time being.
Old Cheng angrily beat Cheng Chumo, but Cheng Chumo would take a small beating and walk away after a big beating.
Lao Cheng had no choice but to drag him to Wu Huaiyu for an explanation.
"What are Mr. Lu's plans now?"
After all, Lao Cheng and Huai Yu had worked together in Youzhou, and they were indeed quite familiar with each other. They did not hide their attraction at the moment, "Although it is not uncommon for you, brother, to have women with five surnames as your concubines.
The three sons are all engaged to daughters with five surnames.
But for our Cheng family, it is still not easy to marry into the five surnames."
Huaiyu could understand what Lao Cheng said. After all, Cheng Yaojin, a real meritorious official, could only be with Widow Cui. It was indeed not easy for Cheng Chumo to betrothed to the Qinghe Cui family.
"This marriage has been delayed for a long time, how can it be delayed any longer? If you are willing to delay, Mrs. Cui is not willing to delay. Who wants to drag a good girl into an old girl?
There is no need to discuss this matter. You must get married before going to Lingnan. If you don't get married, you won't want to go anywhere."
Cheng Chumo frowned and tried to retort, but Wu Huaiyu quickly stopped him.
"It's not a big deal, just sit down and discuss it."
Lao Cheng poured himself a full glass of Wuliangye and drank it with a tilt of his neck.
Then he stared silently with red eyes like an angry bull.
Chu Mo's eyes were also red. He also poured himself a glass of white wine and drank it in one gulp. However, his drinking capacity was not as good as Cheng Laomo's. Although this wine was high-end, it was also very strong. After one glass, he choked and his face turned red.
After a while of coughing,
The Cheng family's father and son just sat there, with red eyes.
Lao Cheng suddenly slapped his hand on the table, "Boy, don't think that now that your wings are strong, you dare to disobey me. Even if you are the governor or the county magistrate, you are still my son, and I am still your father."
"Mr. Lu, calm down."
Huaiyu poured another glass of wine for Lao Cheng.
"I think this is a small thing, Chu Mo, are we brothers?"
Cheng Chumo looked at him with red eyes, and then nodded solemnly.
"Okay, since we are brothers, please listen to what I have to say about this matter. You have been engaged to the girl from the Cui family for several years, right?"
"Five years."
"Well, originally at your age, you should have gotten married long ago after you got engaged, but because your mother was ill and later died of illness, she kept delaying it. In the blink of an eye, it has been five years."
"Ms. Cui has been waiting for five years."
"Ms. Cui is not young this year, right?"
"It's Double Ten," Lao Cheng said from the side.
Huaiyu nodded. After two decades of life, in later generations, she was still an innocent and a bit stupid elementary school girl in college. But in the Tang Dynasty, she was really a boudoir girl. She could even be called an old girl and a leftover girl.
.
People usually get married when they are fourteen or fifteen years old. You are not an old girl at twenty.
If she hadn't been a girl with the fifth surname, ordinary girls wouldn't have had the chance to wait until they were twenty years old. The court would have sent official matchmakers to your doorstep. If you couldn't fall in love with the person arranged by the official matchmakers several times, then you would have to force a marriage.
Whether you are poor, short, ugly or old, weak and disabled depends purely on luck.
"There are no outsiders here. Just tell me the truth, Chumo. Do you dislike Lady Cui?"
Cheng Chumo shook his head. In fact, he had only met Lady Cui a few times and didn't have much contact with her, but his impression was pretty good. The daughter of the Cui family in Qinghe was a direct descendant, so she had a good tutor since she was a child. She was well-informed and courteous. Lady Cui was not very beautiful.
That kind, but also with good features and a delicate appearance,
"So, in fact, you don't dislike Cui Xiaoniang, but you may still be grieving over the death of your mother, and you are also thinking about the ministry of Lianzhou in Lingnan?"
Cheng Chumo shook his head and nodded again. In fact, he did not hate Xiaoniang Cui, but he hated Widow Cui and also somewhat disliked Lao Cheng, so incidentally he disliked Xiaoniang Cui, Widow Cui's niece.
Widow Cui has now passed away and has become the old Cheng Xuxian, and Cheng Chumo has to call her mother.
Huaiyu took a sip of wine and thought about it in his mind.
He knew that although Lao Cheng shouted loudly today, he was actually very sensible in bringing Chu Mo to him. He didn't want to make the matter bigger and embarrassing, so he turned to him for help, hoping to resolve the matter as soon as possible.
"Brother Chu Mo, can you listen to my advice?"
Cheng Chumo looked at Wu Huaiyu, and they looked directly at each other. He understood what Huaiyu meant, and there was a bit of pain in his eyes.
"There is still some time before we go to Lingnan,"
"Gong Lu."
"It's not too late for us to start Chu Mo's wedding right away. In this spring breeze of February, we can complete the wedding ceremony for Brother Chu Mo, okay?"
Of course Lao Cheng was willing. He looked at Chu Mo and said, "Evil beast?"
Cheng Chumo gritted his teeth and hesitated for a while, but finally nodded to Wu Huaiyu and agreed to the matter.
Old Cheng breathed a sigh of relief. He was really afraid that if the boy got stubborn and insisted on regretting the marriage of a girl with a fifth surname, then a good thing would turn into a bad thing.
"I'm going to discuss the wedding with the Cui family and choose a good date." Lao Cheng left immediately for fear of a long night and many dreams.
Cheng Chumo sat there and poured another glass of wine and drank it in one gulp, still choking and coughing.
"Why did I mess with such a father?" Chu Mo sighed.
Huaiyu laughed heartily, "Without Duke Lu, you wouldn't be able to become the Duke of Dong'a County and the governor of Lianzhou now, let alone marry the daughter of the Cui family of Qinghe."
This is still very realistic.
"I just hate him for being ruthless to my grandma and being too affectionate for Widow Cui."
Huaiyu chuckled, how could he be so ruthless and sentimental? Lao Cheng is a more realistic person. Like Zhang Liang, he was just interested in the wealth of the five surnames and wanted to get married to take advantage of it.
"Chu Mo, after a hundred years in the future, Duke Lu and the Cui family will not have to take care of the funeral affairs by you, the eldest son. You can let Duke Lu be buried with your mother-in-law."
He still had half a sentence left, which was that no matter how much Lao Cheng cared about Ms. Cui now, at that time, it was you who had the final say as to who of Lao Cheng's two wives would be buried with Lao Cheng.
When Lao Cheng dies, you can still separate Mrs. Cui and Lao Cheng, bury Lao Cheng and your mother together, and let them be together forever under the Nine Springs of the Underworld.
Chumo understood,
I poured myself another glass, this time sipping slowly, laughing while drinking.
"Okay, it's a small thing, don't be drunk. It's just getting a wife. How big a deal it is. You yourself know well that you can't regret your marriage to Mr. Cui. Mr. Cui's marriage is also a good marriage for you, so
Don't be unhappy,
Manly man, forget about mother-in-law and mother-in-law, go and get ready happily, and get married before you leave Beijing and go to Lingnan to take up your post.
It's best to sow the seeds again, so that you can make great achievements in Lingnan, Cui Xiaoniang will breed for you in Chang'an, and ten months later, a little Xiaocheng will be born."
"It would be better if she is a little girl Cheng, so that my second son Qilang can have a wife."
Cheng Chumo was persuaded by Huaiyu and agreed.
In fact, he really didn't think about regretting the marriage or anything like that. He was just vomiting his anger with Lao Cheng, and the two of them couldn't let go of their anger, so they were trying to do the opposite.
"Here, let's have a drink, Uncle Wu." Cheng Chumo raised his glass and said with a smile.
"Go away," Wu Huaiyu also laughed and raised his glass.
