ATPnovel Chapter 89 The Son of a Fool
Chapter 89 The Son of a Fool
Chapter 89 The Son of a Fool
"good!"
"Lord Tang is mighty!"
Cheers and applause erupted from the teahouse, and a large number of copper coins were thrown at the storyteller.
Since the Mingguogong Ancestral Hall was completed, many legends about Lord Tang have spread throughout the country.
Those who heard it were filled with fervor, wishing they could die alongside Lord Tang that very night.
Only Chu Xun, standing at the door, laughed out loud upon hearing this.
Although Lord Tang had practiced some fancy moves for a few days, he was a proper civil official.
With a shout, the hidden arrows exploded, flying back and killing dozens of people.
You've probably had too much to drink.
Upon hearing him laugh, the storyteller standing on the table immediately became displeased and pointed at Chu Xun, saying, "Hey kid, what are you laughing at?"
Everyone looked over, and Chu De said, "I think you're exaggerating. Lord Tang is a civil official; how could he have such high martial arts skills?"
"He doesn't have it, so do you? You little brat, spouting nonsense, get out!" The storyteller was immediately enraged.
Chu Xun opened his mouth, but before he could speak, he was pushed out.
"Get out of here! You're so young, yet you already have no tolerance for others. You'll never amount to anything!"
"Lord Tang's achievements are unparalleled, so what if he knows some impressive martial arts?"
"Alright, alright, what would a kid who hasn't even grown his first hair know? Don't waste time arguing with him. Tell me quickly, what happened next?"
The storyteller had no time to tell the sequel; he was too busy picking up the copper coins that had been given as tips.
Chu Xun, pushed out of the teahouse, looked utterly helpless.
Thinking about it, I decided against it. People admire Lord Tang so much that it wouldn't be an exaggeration to mythologize him a little.
But deep down, I felt resentful. So what if I've become younger and younger? How is that so pathetic?
"I drank with Lord Tang that night—"
No one cared what he was saying; they were all urging the storyteller to stop picking up the money and hurry up and tell the rest of the story.
The storyteller then said, "To hear what happens next, stay tuned for the next episode."
"Hey, hey, who kicked me?"
Chu Xun glanced back at the noisy teahouse and laughed out loud: "Serves you right for being a 'sporadic dog' (a person who steals information from others' posts)."
This is an unchanging truth throughout history and in every world.
Continuing forward, past taverns, cloth shops, and a brothel where several women were blocking the door and shouting insults.
The man from their family went to a brothel last night and somehow lost over a hundred taels of silver.
It's common for men to lose control of their genitals, but where does the money go?
Pay me back!
Chu Xun stood at the door for a while, but he couldn't stand the foul language of the several burly women.
The insults were really too crude.
After turning around and walking a short distance, a steamed bun shop appeared ahead.
In front of the steamed bun shop stood a young man of average height and build, who was not particularly tall.
He looked to be in his early twenties, selling steamed buns while reading a book in his hand.
Just then, someone shouted, "Liang Wuyan, your dad's soiled his pants again! Come quick, it stinks!"
The young man quickly put down his book and ran back to the back room.
Chu Xun walked over and saw him squatting on the ground, pulling down the pants of an old man with white hair.
His pants were covered in yellow excrement, the old man's mouth and nose were crooked, and he was drooling. He was clutching his ears like a child.
"Yes, I'm sorry, son, Dad did something stupid again."
Liang Wuyan helped him pull down his pants and used a towel she had prepared to dry his body: "It's okay, I'm here."
"They said it would be better if I died of illness along with your mother, otherwise they'd make things difficult for you by acting foolish every day," the old man said.
Liang Wuyan wasn't angry. He continued to wipe his father's body, saying, "Don't listen to their nonsense. I don't feel uncomfortable at all."
The shop next door sells rice and noodles. The shopkeeper sits at the door, covering his nose with one hand and fanning himself with the other.
"Of course it was difficult. If it weren't for your father being such a burden, you might have become an official by now."
His words were harsh, causing the old man to lower his head, at a loss for what to do.
His saliva kept flowing, soaking the shirt in front of his chest.
Liang Wuyan had heard these kinds of words since he was a child.
There were no futile defenses, nor any pointless sulking.
I helped my dad change his jacket, then stuffed a clean towel into his collar, reminding him, "Don't pull the towel off again, you can't eat this, remember?"
"Yes, I remember," the old man nodded.
Liang Wuyan took the dirty clothes to the back of the house, skillfully washed them clean, and hung them up to dry.
When I returned, I saw a fair-skinned boy standing in front of the stall, so I quickly ran over.
"Want to buy some steamed buns?"
Chu Xun glanced at the white-haired old man in the room, then at Liang Wuyan's hand.
Both hands were cracked, clearly caused by years of soaking in water and working.
Liang Wuyan thought he thought his hands were dirty, so he quickly picked up a clean towel and wiped his hands again, saying, "They're all clean, they don't smell."
The rice and noodle shop owner chuckled and shouted, "Of course it has no flavor, it's been pickled thoroughly!"
Chu Xun glanced at the rice and noodle shop owner again, then looked at Liang Wuyan and asked, "Business isn't very good, is it?"
Liang Wuyan said somewhat awkwardly, "It's really just average."
Everyone in the city knows he has a mentally challenged father who is always covered in excrement and urine.
With your hands used for wiping poop and wrapping buns, who would want to buy from you?
Even though she knew Liang Wuyan would always wash himself very clean, she still couldn't get over it in her heart.
The steamed bun shop business is basically supported by people from other places.
"If you ask me, you should just sell the shop already. Your dad's always like this, it's making my business worse—"
Before the rice and noodle shop owner could finish speaking, the stool suddenly sank in.
He fell hard on his bottom and cried out in pain.
Before anyone could react, things in the room were overturned and scattered all over the floor, with rice and noodles strewn everywhere.
He was so frightened that he scrambled out of the room.
Has the earth dragon turned over?
Liang Wuyan looked over, puzzled.
Chu Xun glanced at the books on the stall, a reprint of "Shishuo Chaojie", which was probably a history book.
"Do you like reading? Do you want to take the imperial examinations?" Chu asked.
Liang Wuyan turned around and looked at the young man in front of him in surprise.
For some reason, although the boy looked young, the way he spoke gave him the illusion of talking to an elder.
Why are you so old-fashioned at such a young age?
Liang Wuyan shook his head and said, "I don't want to be an official; I just like reading."
He paused for a moment, hesitated, and then smiled and said, "If I have the chance, I would like to write a travelogue of my travels."
"
A travelogue is a record of the places, ...
Unfortunately, Liang Wuyan was tied down by his father and couldn't leave.
Chu Xun nodded and didn't ask any more questions: "Get me a few steamed buns."
"Vegetarian or meat-based?"
"Anything is fine."
Liang Wuyan quickly took two of them, wrapped them in oil paper, and handed them over.
Chu Xun casually tossed down a tael of silver, saying, "The extra is for you to buy a pen and paper. I want to see what you've written down in the future."
"This, this is unacceptable!" Liang Wuyan picked up the silver and was about to chase after them.
But the boy walked very fast and disappeared in an instant.