The immortal of the Tang Dynasty, but the game starts at Xuanwu Gate?

"Hahahaha!"

"I, Cheng Chumo, have traversed mountains and valleys, endured countless hardships, and finally awaited this day!"

Cheng Chumo lay sprawled on a small hill made of copper coins, laughing like a fool, rolling around everywhere.

"Brother Fengshuang!" Li Zhen crossed his arms, feigning composure. "Look at you, so pathetic. Didn't you guess this day would come when the master was selling grain?"

"Can't you have some self-respect? Don't embarrass your husband!"

"Brother Bo Bing, before you say that, could you please stop shaking your mouth, chin, legs, and all that?" Cheng Chumo said disdainfully.

"What's it to you?" Li Zhen snorted, and the next moment he let out a howl and pounced on him.

Chen Huai'an couldn't help but laugh when he saw this.

He always felt inexplicably better whenever he was with these little guys.

Half a year has passed since the money distribution stopped in the ninth year of Wude. Chen Huai'an no longer needed to keep the profits from Meiren Pass and the money from selling grain, so he called everyone over to distribute the money.

"Sir, from this day forward, I will be your monk!"

Tang Heshang was drooling uncontrollably, picking up a string of coins and hanging it around his neck, then picking up another string and hanging it over his shoulder, looking every bit the money-grubber.

Chen Huai'an twitched the corners of his mouth, looking at Tang Heshang's happy appearance, and couldn't help but think of something.

Later, Tang Jian was almost exterminated along with his entire clan by Li Jing, while Tang Heshang escaped because of his young age.

From then on, Tang Jian spent the rest of his life cursing Li Jing, and even Li Shimin couldn't stop him.

Let them be happy now, because they might not be so happy in the future.

"Sir, can I take this portion home first? I really want to get back to work!" Cheng Chumo jumped up, his face full of anticipation.

Chen Huai'an said speechlessly, "Why do you think you can act all high and mighty just because you have a little money? You should at least have some official position or something, and be a bit older."

"If you take this back, do you think you'll make a good profit?"

Cheng Chumo confidently patted his chest: "Sir, you can rest assured. You know I'm the one who can deal with that Cheng Yaojin!"

As he spoke, he put his fingers together and made a gesture.

Chen Huai'an raised an eyebrow: "To be manipulated in an instant?"

Cheng Chumo's face flushed red: "What do you mean by 'instantly controlled'? It means 'completely controlled'!"

Chen Huai'an was amused: "Whatever you want. I'll give you the money. How you handle it is your own business. I won't tell your parents, but if they ask, I won't hide it from them."

"Do you understand?"

Li Zhen was deeply moved: "Sir, what more can I say? Even my own father would hardly treat me this well. From now on, you are..."

"Stop!" Chen Huai'an rubbed his temples. "No need to say anything more, I don't want to hear it."

"Besides distributing money to you today, I have something else I'd like to ask for your help with."

The three exchanged a glance, and Tang Heshang put on a stern face: "Sir, are you insulting us?"

"With us, do you even need to invite us?"

"Back then, Chu Mo endured countless hardships, Lao Li walked on thin ice, and I, He Shang, was drowning in misery. If it weren't for you, when would the three of us brothers have ever been able to get ahead? When would we have ever been able to stand up again?"

Cheng Chumo nodded with pleasure: "Sir, I'm not trying to criticize you, but you've become a bit irresponsible since you became an official."

"Never mind, since you're my husband, I'll forgive you this time, but I hope it won't happen again."

"Just tell me what you need to say, don't force me to beg you!"

Chen Huai'an: "..."

He remained silent for a long time, then laughed in anger.

This is truly a reversal of the natural order!

Who taught you?

Oh......

Oh, it was me. Oh, it's alright now!

Chen Huai'an called the three of them over: "This matter is very important to me. When you get home, tell your father, but whatever you do, don't tell anyone else."

"Have them investigate for me privately. Besides Li Youliang, who else is trading with the Turks on the Liangzhou border? Tell your father to just investigate for me, and whatever the result, it's none of their business."

"Do you understand?"

Cheng Chumo readily agreed: "That's it? Just you wait and see, sir. I'll let my husband know when I get home, and he'll make sure it's handled perfectly for you."

Li Zhen and Tang Heshang agreed without hesitation.

Chen Huai'an was relieved.

These three little guys, although they are somewhat anti-Chinese, have never been careless in their work.

I can rest assured that I can leave things to them.

Immediately afterwards, Chen Huai'an let Shen He in and divided the money among the three children.

The three immediately ordered their servants to bring carriages, and then loaded the money into each carriage and drove away.

As evening approached, Cheng Chumo, having done something inexplicable, returned home in high spirits and started shouting as soon as he entered the door.

"Old Cheng, come out here, I need to discuss something with you!"

At this moment, Cheng Yaojingang, having finished his martial arts practice and taken a bath, came out and heard this "Old Cheng".

His already slightly dark face instantly turned pitch black.

"You little brat, haven't I messed with you in a while? Who are you calling 'Old Cheng'? 'Old Cheng' is not a name you can use!"

Hearing the commotion, Cheng Yaojin's wife, Lady Sun, came out, somewhat speechless. (In the first year of the Zhenguan era, Cheng Yaojin's first wife, Lady Sun, was still alive.)

Cheng Chumo, holding a jar of wine, said, "Yesterday, our cow, overcome with grief, hanged itself. There's still a lot of meat left, and I want to eat it roasted tonight!"

"You eat your mother..." Cheng Yaojin's temper flared up immediately. This rebellious brat wanted to eat beef, fine, but he wanted roasted beef too?

Bamboo shoots stir-fried with pork would be more like it!

But before he could finish speaking, Cheng Chumo waved his hand, and several attendants brought out bag after bag of money that was full of cash.

Then an attendant led a sturdy-looking horse. Cheng Chumo patted the horse's back and said, "This is the finest horse from the Western Regions. I bought it at a high price. Do you like it?"

Cheng Yaojin remained silent.

Cheng Chumo waved his hand again, and another attendant brought over a box containing a pure gold hairpin with exquisite craftsmanship and inlaid with various jewels of blue and green.

"A golden hairpin, Mother, this will fit you perfectly."

The expressions of Cheng Yaojin and his wife finally softened.

The two looked at their young son, who was standing tall and proud, and their expressions were complicated, a mixture of anger, heartache, and relief.

Cheng Yaojin stared at his son for a moment, then stretched out his large hand.

Cheng Chumo stood calmly. If it were before, he would have run away as soon as he saw his father extend his palm, but today he did not move.

Cheng Yaojin patted his son heavily on the shoulder: "Alright, kid, let's have a drink tonight."

"The beef should be grilled!" Cheng Chumo added.

"Madam, did you hear that? Serve our son a large piece of roast meat!"

"..."