I am the cook, but I am Li Er's son-in-law

Cheng Yaojin was more rude to his son than Wu Jue.

He waved his hand and spat: "Although I don't know what Duke Zhengyang thinks about the Cuju League, but since you are allowed to go."

"Don't embarrass me."

Cheng Chuli was taken aback.

Cheng Yaojin's eyes gradually became dangerous: "Today is fine, Miss Wu taught you a lesson, but if this kind of thing happens again in the future, you don't need Miss Wu to do it, I will hang you up and beat you up."

Cheng Chuli shivered and nodded: "I understand."

Cheng Yaojin pondered for a while.

I got up and went to the cowshed, where more than a dozen fat and docile buffaloes were taking a nap in the cowshed. It was getting late, and even the cows should go to sleep.

My son offended Lord Zhengyang, so as a father, I should apologize, isn't that reasonable?
Since he apologized, he definitely couldn't go empty-handed, he had to bring a gift of apology.

So a cow as a gift is also very reasonable.

Cheng Yaojin chose a fat cow, and called several guards to do it.

They are skilled cattle killers, and with two or three hammers, they killed the cow and carried it out of the cowshed.

Cheng Yaojin frowned, pretending to be dissatisfied: "What's going on, is this the cow you were asked to kill?"

"This cow is skinny and skinny."

"I said, I want you to kill the other end."

The guards didn't change any expression on their faces, they even wanted to laugh, they knew something like this would happen.

No matter which cow they wanted to kill, Cheng Yaojin would definitely point to the other cow, saying that it was actually this cow they wanted to kill.

One end was given to Zhengyang Gong.

The other end is left to eat by myself.

You have to find an excuse, otherwise how can you eat beef?

They also hope that their own Dalang will do this. Dalang eats meat, and they can get a little bit of leftovers.

It didn't matter the next day, Cheng Yaojin carried the beef to Tongfu restaurant on the spot.

It's time for supper.

When Cheng Yaojin brought a whole cow, the whole restaurant was startled.

"You are..." Yin Xuan was a little confused. Although Wu Jue told him about the matter on the court, he didn't name him, saying that he was beating Cheng Yaojin's son.

Cheng Yaojin chuckled: "The cow at home had a little temper, offended the nobleman, and was taught a lesson by me. As a result, he couldn't think about it and hit the wall and committed suicide."

"After thinking about it, the craftsmanship of the store is the best, so I will send you the beef."

The guests of the restaurant turned their heads back and looked at Cheng Yaojin in surprise.

This... old strong man.

When you say this, can you put away the blood-stained hammer pinned to your back, otherwise you won't be convincing at all.

Yin Xuan waved his hand: "Let's put it in the backyard."

"But it's a pity. If you kill me tomorrow morning, I can still treat you to a beef hot pot. Now it's at night, and the beef won't be so fresh tomorrow."

Cheng Yaojin was taken aback, raised his hand and stroked his beard, and calculated: "My cattle will have seven or eight days left before they have to fight again, and one of them will die."

"At that time, I will let it die in the morning, and then send it to the store."

The faces of the guests in the restaurant became even more twisted.

Listen, what are these words.

The death time of the cow can be arranged so clearly, right?
Yin Xuan nodded and agreed.

He heard the meaning of Cheng Yaojin's words, but he didn't care, it was just that the cow had a headache, and it would be better if it was such a big cow.

The next day, at the court.

No one discussed about Li Ke. The children of Xungui's family naturally cried to their father when they returned home, but their father, who was the same as Cheng Yaojin, spoke roughly.

The wording could have been more refined.

Moreover, if His Majesty doesn't like it, it's not their turn to come forward, just let Li Ke come to the hall and cry.

The fact that Cheng Chuli was beaten, and Wu Jue reprimanded Li Ke and the others was very lively.

Although there was no movement in the hall.

But there is a lot of talk in the market.

They were all waiting, whether the imperial court would give any response, or whether those nobles would give any response.

But waited a week.

There was still no reaction, Li Ke and the others should be training and eating at the Tongfu restaurant, so they ate at the Tongfu restaurant, and even when they saw Wu Jue, they all respectfully said hello, without any grudges.

This thing just happened.

People realized that the truth might be just like what Lord Zhengyang said, and there really was Lord Zhengyang behind them as confidence and propping up the scene.

Those Cuju teams that were originally planning to disband now have the idea of ​​participating in the Cuju League again. As long as they are fair, they will not give up.

Yin Xuan gave them another month.

but…

The final number of participants was far less than what Yin Xuan thought. In his budget, he thought that there would be more than 20 or more than 30 teams participating.

At that time, it can be divided into two leagues, one first class and one second class.

But now a Class A is not enough.

In the end, there were only [-] participating teams, two of which were from Luoyang, and they didn't hesitate to take the trouble to come and join. Anyway, the train is close, and they can arrive in half a day.

Too……

After all, it's only been a few years since the people of Chang'an have enough to eat, so how could there be so many leisurely people coming to participate in this kind of competition.

There are many people who love cuju, but most of them don’t think that cuju is the only way to have a full meal. Between eating a full stomach and loving games, they still choose to eat a full stomach.

There are seventeen teams, three of which are formed by Xungui's children.

Among the remaining fourteen branches, half of them are people from good backgrounds. Although they can't reach the level of nobles and aristocratic families, they still have a lot of money.

The remaining half is the team formed by various common people.

The workers, porters, masons of Datong workshop...

They come from poor backgrounds, but they are full of passion.

The football league does not treat these people differently, and even pays special attention to ordinary people-they are more biased in the schedule.

Their games are always there, outside of their work hours.

Another half month passed.

The first game was officially started, and it was still on that stadium-some wooden steps were built outside the stadium, which looked more like a formal stadium, which could accommodate 1 spectators.

There are two teams, one is Li Ke's team, called Qu An, and the other is the team of Datongfang workers. Their names are much simpler, and they use the name of Fangshi - "Datong".

The number of tickets sold is far beyond most people's imagination.

Both teams thought that at most 2000 people would come to watch the game. In the previous three games, only a few hundred people came to watch.

But... for this game, all 1 tickets were sold.