Rebirth of Tang Dynasty as a dad

"Where's Da Lang at home? Come on, help my brother take a look, hey, I've had a terrible toothache these two days." A middle-aged man yelled while covering his right cheek.

"Da Lang, are you free? My aunt has been ill in bed for many days, and she has never been able to afford a doctor to look at her. I heard that you can see a doctor. Can you help me?" A middle-aged man asked sincerely.

"Dalang, look at me"

Good guy, this, what is this taking me for?This is an inn, not a medical clinic, okay? Du Shaoqing turned his head and glanced at his cousin Du Shaoming who was gloating, feeling very tired for a while.

Chapter 32

In the city of Chang'an, Li Er saw Master Song of the Imperial Supervisor who had returned to his mission. Hearing Master Song's reply, Li Er felt in his heart that it was hard to find a talent, and it was hard to find someone who was loyal to the country. It's just a craftsman with a certain skill, what a pity.

Standing next to him was Li Zhen who followed. As for Cheng Chumo, he found an excuse to slip back home when he entered the city. Anyway, he always followed him out to play. Going back to return to His Majesty and other boring things, he Not interested either.

Li Zhen watched Master Song's detailed retelling, and always felt that something was wrong, but the fact was that, even if he wanted to refute, he was helpless, and he couldn't go up to the emperor and say: Du Shaoqing can talk about ancient times with one mouth, but he can talk about today's affairs. There is almost nothing in the world that he doesn't know!

Even so, who would believe it?At most, he would just laugh it off, thinking that the other party was just telling stories with his mouth full of flamboyance, what knowledge and insight does he have?

At the Duke Lu's mansion in Chang'an, Cheng Chumo slipped back home quietly, not because of anything else, but because of the half jar of spirits he had stolen.

This kid is also shrewd, there are many people talking along the way, he didn't even tell his good brother Li Zhen, and comforted himself by saying: Xiao Zhen has always liked things, not strong alcohol.

According to his shrewdness, he will not fail to distinguish that this half jar of wine may be a rare treasure of the Tang Dynasty, and it may be the only half jar of wine in the world, which can be called the best spirits in the world.

So he wanted to sneak home and drink it by himself, secretly happy in his heart, the time was just right, there was no one at home, his father was on duty at court, and his two younger brothers went out and ran wild all day, so he could have a good time with peace of mind. Taste the spirit.

Back in the room, Cheng Chumo took out the smallest one of all his wine glasses, not because he was afraid of the strong wine, but because he couldn't bear it. All the way back he was thinking in his mind, how should he enjoy this half jar of fine wine?

Raise an altar to drink?No, no, it's too wasteful to drink it all in one go.

Sing to wine?It doesn't work either, I still need to improve myself.

After thinking about many ways, I finally chose this wisely. I used the smallest cup and tasted it slowly.

"Hiss! Ah!

Good, good wine, one sip of wine is like a spring of clear water and ice, and the second it enters the stomach, it is like cooking oil with fire. After this sip of wine, it can be said that there is nothing in the world that can be drunk. "Cheng Chumo drank a cup and commented boldly.

At this moment, the door he had bolted was violently kicked open, and his father, Cheng Yaojin, yelled, "Well, you bastard, how dare you hide something for yourself with such good wine? My old Cheng's family Is it a family tradition to eat alone?"

Without further ado, Cheng Yaojin strode forward, snatched the small wine jar with one hand, grabbed the back of Cheng Chumo's neck with the other hand, threw it aside, and sat down in Cheng Chumo's seat superior.

This situation directly stunned Cheng Chumo. Seeing his father's sharp operations, he couldn't speak a word, and even forgot to call his father.

In fact, this is also his idea. Cheng Yaojin was on duty that day, and went to visit his elder brother Qin Shubao who said he was sick. When he came back, he happened to see his sneaky son. He thought to himself, isn’t this kid out on business?Come back so soon?That's not counting, why does he look like he's holding back?Don't get into any more trouble.

So the old devil Cheng followed all the way, watching Cheng Chumo return to the room and put the door on the back, which made people even more suspicious, there must be some secrets.

But when the old devil lay on the wall and heard his son's words, he couldn't calm down anymore. What kind of wine is this?Damn I'm drooling listening to this kid's emotion?So there was the scene just now.

Cheng Chumo was full of grievances, thinking that he was really secretive, where can't he drink this jar of wine?Do you have to run home?If I had known earlier, I would have had a drink of cattle at the inn.

"Father, daddy, daddy" Cheng Chumo's voice was so distressed that he pulled the elder, but Cheng Yaojin reprimanded him without looking back: "I'll settle the score with you later, kid, and let me also taste the best in the world that you said .”

This old man is smarter than his son, he doesn't use a small cup, and of course he has to grab it for drinking. The good wine is only drunk in his own stomach, and it ends up being good wine in someone else's stomach. Not a fool?

He raised the jar and took a full sip, with a thud, the sound came from Cheng Yaojin's throat, but it hit Cheng Chumo's heart heavily, Cheng Chumo said to himself, it's over, this jar of wine has nothing to do with him.

"Ha! Alright, good wine, there is only one piece of peerless good wine! Strong enough, this is the wine that men should drink!"

The strong wine entered his belly, and with a long roar, Cheng Yaojin was so angry that he was overwhelmed by the alcohol, shook slightly, and then roared with emotion, he is the head of the family, so there is no need to be so sneaky, this is his own Lu Guogong In the government, no one dared to grab things from him.

Cheng Chumo was so distressed, seeing his father about to raise the altar and take another sip, he couldn't help it, and wanted to fight for it again, so he shouted: "Dad, didn't you just say that it's not my Cheng family who eats alone?" Is it your family tradition? Wouldn’t it be wonderful for you and my father and son to drink with you as a company?”

Cheng Yaojin stopped holding the altar in the air, raised his eyebrows, turned his head and asked angrily, "You want to set rules for me?"

Cheng Chumo was so frightened that he almost squatted on the ground, and immediately admitted cowardly, waved his hands again and again and said, "I dare not, I absolutely dare not. I will go visit my mother and pass on your instructions on the family style by the way."

After finishing speaking, he turned around and ran away, Cheng Yaojin stared blankly at his son slipping away, unable to scream, cursing inwardly, what a cunning boy, didn't he just steal your wine?Go to your mother to sue now?Are you deliberately playing tricks?

Cheng Yaojin's original wife, Mrs. Sun, died early. Later, her successor was the daughter of Qinghe Cui, a nobleman with five surnames. Then I came up with an idea, "Since you dare to blame me for eating alone, hehe, then I will set an example for you, good wine, drink with brothers!"

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

"Second brother, second brother, come out and have a look. Brother has got a treasure, and he doesn't dare to keep it to himself, so he specially used it to honor second brother." The two families are on good terms, and Cheng Yaojin didn't need to report when he came here, and he hasn't entered Qin Qiong's study yet. , the old devil shouted.

At this time, a middle-aged yellow-faced man in a robe came out from the door of the study, his temples were slightly frosted, and his face was slightly pale, but he was very powerful, like a sick tiger. The man was surprised and said: "Bite gold? Are you not Did you go back just now? Why did you turn back again? Your second brother and my body are like this, and it’s nothing serious, so don’t worry about it.”

Chapter 33

Qin Shubao was seriously injured on the battlefield in his early years, so when he was middle-aged, the old injury recurred, and his health was not as good as before. He has been sick and recuperated at home.

It is probably the greatest torture for a peerless fierce general not to be able to mount a war horse or hold double maces. Now it is the tenth year of Zhenguan, and since the ninth year of Wude after Xuanwumen, Qin Shubao has not been in court very much. The old brother suffered from this ordeal, and the best brother Cheng Yaojin felt uncomfortable, so he often came to visit from time to time.

"Hey, second brother, my younger brother just got half a jug of fine wine, which can be called the best in the world, so I don't want to come to my second brother to make an appetizer, so the two of us drank it together.

I can assure you that this wine is unparalleled in the world, probably not even His Majesty has seen it before. "

Qin Shubao was moved in his heart, he is still an old brother who is caring. Over the years, Yaojin has not changed. It can be spread in legends, and now my country's mansion is really empty, which can be seen from the coldness of the world and the warmth of people.

And from what Cheng Yaojin said, you can see the sincerity of the other party. I will serve you good wine and you will serve good food. It is interesting for the two brothers to put together a table, instead of simply saying that I am here to buy you a drink. The devil is careful, he still takes care of his old brother's face, and at the same time appears close.

Qin Shubao scolded with a smile: "Your old problem can't be changed until now. It's not good for a general to be addicted to alcohol. You should be careful."

"Oh, brother, this is not wartime"

"Hahahaha, okay, okay, I'm tired of telling myself all these years, so I won't talk about it.

But since you got good wine, why only half a jar?Although your old Cheng is good at wine, you are also a person with good face. When will you be dismissed by half a jar of wine? "

Cheng Yaojin remembered that the wine was stolen from his son, and he was embarrassed. He shook his head and said, "Don't worry about the source, hurry up and ask my old sister-in-law to fix two side dishes, my saliva is about to flow out."

"Okay, you go inside and wait.

But let me say it first, I can accompany you in fights with my bones, but drinking can't accompany you. Daoist Sun said, at most three small cups a day, too much is harmful and not beneficial. "

Cheng Yaojin squinted his eyes and nodded repeatedly, pulling Qin Shubao to the living room.

It seems that Qin Qiong was wrong. He is so weak that he struggles to even pick up a weapon. Can he accompany Cheng Yaojin in a fight?

No, he was right. Although the veteran is old, his heart is not old, and his might is still there. Even though his body is unbearable, but with an invincible heart, I am afraid that no one in the entire Tang Dynasty can compare with Qin Shubao. No one in Chaowu dissatisfied.

And Cheng Yaojin is naturally convinced of this Second Brother Qin, who is closer than his own brother. In fact, he has already planned in his heart, and he came here for this. Dare to come to you?

After tidying up the food and wine, Cheng Yaojin poured the wine himself and filled it up for both of them. Looking at the crystal clear wine and smelling the rich aroma, Qin Qiong was slightly surprised, and couldn't help but recall the big bowl of wine on the battlefield back then. , Passionate memories of the enemy.

"Come on, you and I, brother, drink this cup to the brim!" Qin Qiong was so angry that he raised his glass to invite him to drink.

"Dry!"