The younger brother of the First Emperor

Chapter 137: If Zou Zi doesn’t snatch the little boy Black Tiger, can he not get things done?

Ying Chengjiao looked up at the fat boy with broad shoulders and a big waist in front of him, dumbfounded. Even Zou Yan, one of the philosophers, did not shock him so much.

"You, you." He pointed at the opposite side, then at himself: "Are you sure you are the same age as me? Are you sure you are also seven years old?"

Opposite Ying Chengjiao, there was a fat kid who called himself Zhao Gongming, who was a head taller than him, with arms as thick as his thighs, a square face and dark skin.

"Yes." The fat child nodded seriously, his face was chubby and elastic as he moved. "According to the Qi calendar, I am eight years old this year. But according to the Qin calendar, October 1st is the New Year, and you grow one year older after the New Year, so I am seven years old now."

Ying Chengjiao: “…”

It’s not that he is uninformed, this is really scary!

At the end of the Warring States Period, productivity was insufficient and materials were scarce at the grassroots level.

It was difficult for ordinary people to get enough food, and they could only eat meat a few times a year.

If the body does not take in enough nutrition, it will be difficult to grow, hence the saying of a seven-foot man, which is used as the standard for male adulthood.

Seven feet is the average height for men in this era.

One Qin foot is 23 centimeters, and a seven-foot man is 1.61 meters.

But according to Ying Chengjiao's estimation, the young Zhao Gongming in front of him was definitely over 1.4 meters tall! 6 feet or more!
In terms of weight, this tonnage, if calculated according to the Qin system, one catty is equal to 250 grams in the previous life, it is definitely more than 200 catties!

Such a big person, eight years old? Playing?
Ying Chengjiao recalled a classic scene from the movie Let the Bullets Fly:

Zhang Mazi pulled out "Ma Bangde's son" from under the table, pointed at the "kid" who was taller than him and asked Ma Bangde: "How old is this guy?"

The movie reflects reality. As a gentleman, Ying Chengjiao naturally cannot speak foul language like a bandit.

"How fucking old is this?" Ying Chengjiao pointed at Zhao Gongming and asked the beautiful teacher beside him.

The word "mama" originated in the Tang Dynasty and did not exist at the end of the Warring States Period, so it was not considered an insult.

Bai Wuxia shook his head and uttered four words in a cold voice.

"Absolutely impossible."

The girl thought that this was an adult man with a baby face and was extremely dangerous.

Ever since she met Zhao Gongming, she has kept her hand on the hilt of the sword.

The apprentice was young, had practiced martial arts for too short a time, and lacked experience, so he could not detect the danger posed by the fat man in front of him.

Although Bai Wuxia is a veteran of many battles, his fighting skills are not low.

The fat man in front of me looks very fat, with a lot of fat all over his body, and has no killing power, but in fact he is a hidden treasure.

The girl saw that although his face was fat, the flesh was not sagging, and his steps were solid, steady and powerful. She judged that there was only a layer of fat on the surface of his body, and the inside was full of muscles with explosive power.

This was described very vividly in Ying Chengjiao's previous life as "fat-wrapped muscle".

The girl listened to him speak with full energy and a faint sound from his vocal cords, which was clearly a manifestation of his martial arts training having affected his internal organs.

There are very few warriors who are able to cultivate both inner and outer strengths.

The girl, who always prided herself on her bravery, believed that if she put down her sword and fought one-on-one with her bare hands, she would most likely not be a match for the fat man.

"Look, even my master doesn't believe it." Ying Chengjiao looked up at Zhao Gongming and said, "How can you prove that you are eight years old?"

"If you don't believe it, forget it! This is for you!" Zhao Gongming's face sank, and he was obviously angry.

He threw the living creature in his arms into Ying Chengjiao's arms, turned around and was about to leave.

Ying Chengjiao did not reach out to catch it. Instead, he stepped back, causing the small black creature that looked like a black cat to fall to the ground.

He would not catch it if someone who didn't know what the hell was throwing to him a living creature he didn't know what it was!

The creature was thrown down, and rolled on the ground, twisting and turning, and crying:

"Eeeeeeeeeee!"

To Ying Chengjiao, the sound was just like the cry of a newborn kitten.

Zhao Gongming, who was about to leave, became even angrier. His anger was beyond words. He felt very distressed when he saw the little black cat that fell.

"Don't pay me back!"

Walk quickly with big steps, bend down and catch the cat.

He just threw the cat into Ying Chengqiu's arms, and the cat landed where Ying Chengqiu was standing just now. The cat was only half a step away from Ying Chengqiu.

If he wants to catch the cat, he has to get close to the enemy.

Bai Wuxia refused.

With a "clang" sound, Qin's sword was unsheathed and blocked in front of the black cat.

Zhao Gongming squatted halfway, then stood up, raised his head, looked at Bai Wuxia angrily, and shouted loudly with great grievance:
"What are you doing?"

If you don't want it, just give it back to him! He doesn't want to give it to you yet!

It's too unreasonable to not allow him to take it back if he doesn't want it!

The girl said nothing, but turned her wrist 90 degrees and gripped the hilt of the sword with her slender fingers, as if to draw her sword if you dare to move forward again.

During the time the two were interacting, Ying Chengjiao watched the little black cat screaming "Ahhh" and thought it was quite interesting, so he looked around.

Immediately, an observant and extremely careful guest picked up a branch and handed it over, and received verbal praise and a gold reward from Ying Chengjiao.

The boy took a branch and poked the little black cat gently, teasing it with a "cat, cat, cat" sound.

The little black cat was very smart, following the sound and crawling towards Ying Chengjiao's feet. It only used its two front legs to move forward. Its hind legs seemed to have no strength at all, dragging on the ground.

It climbed onto Ying Chengjiao's patterned brocade shoes, closed its eyes, opened its mouth and called "Eeh eh eh eh".

Seeing that the little thing had not yet grown teeth, Ying Chengjiao let down his guard.

He grabbed the back of his neck with two fingers, lifted him up, and held him in his arms.

Looking closer, I saw that the black cat had only a thin layer of fur on its body, its claws were still pink and tender, and its body was a little wet.

[This looks like a newborn cat.]
He held the kitten closer to prevent it from freezing to death.

He took another step back, stood behind Master Bai, and smiled at Zhao Gongming who was confronting Master Bai:

"Why did you throw the cat to me?"

"It's a tiger! Tiger!" the fat child shouted to correct.

Ying Chengjiao blinked and looked down at the little black cat in his arms.

Well, he really couldn't tell that this was a little tiger. It looked like a little black cat.

But after the fat kid reminded him, he really noticed the difference.

In his previous life, he caught newborn kittens.

Although the little thing in my arms looks like a cat in terms of its size and appearance, its weight is four or five times heavier than a newborn kitten, weighing at least two kilograms.

[This really isn’t a cat. It could really be a little tiger.]
[I have seen both normal tigers and white tigers, but I have never seen a black tiger...]
Fur color is also one of the reasons why Ying Chengjiao mistook the tiger for a cat.

He put his fingers in the little black tiger's open mouth, and the little black tiger wrapped them around and sucked hard.

Although he didn't get any milk, he didn't let go and stopped crying out "eh eh eh".

Ying Chengjiao smiled unconsciously.

"You have to take good care of it!" Zhao Gongming stood up and reminded him, looking at the little black tiger eagerly, and said: "For the first two months, it can only eat milk, either cow's milk or goat's milk, goat's milk is the best. If you don't have milk at home, just find a shop of mine and say you are my friend, and the shop will help you find goat's milk. If you don't want to raise it anymore, don't abandon it, find a shop of mine..."

The fat child's vague instructions reminded Ying Chengjiao of a colleague in his previous life who had to go on a business trip for a week and left his beloved ragdoll cat at his home before leaving.

That colleague kept talking like this, describing in detail what the cat liked to eat and what toys it liked to play with.

Not only that, they also brought a truckload of cat supplies, from cat food to litter boxes to cat toys and even cat climbing frames.

He joked to his colleagues:

"If you took your job as seriously as you take your cats, you would have been promoted long ago."

The boy waited patiently for the fat kid to speak.

Nearly a moment passed before the fat boy finished speaking. He wanted to touch the black tiger again before leaving. Just as he took a step, Bai Wuxia turned his wrist and led Qin Jian. The sunlight reflected from the sword body dazzled Zhao Gongming's eyes.

Zhao Gongming stopped and glared at the girl angrily:

"If this were in my house, you'd just leave!"

Ying Chengjiao waited until Zhao Gongming took two or three steps, then suddenly shouted:

"Stay!"

Zhao Gongming stopped as he was told, looked back at the little black tiger, and said:
"What else?"

"A gentleman does not take away what others like." Ying Chengjiao smiled and handed the little black tiger to Bai Wuxia: "Master, give it back to the eight-year-old young master of the Zhao Chamber of Commerce."

A look of joy quickly appeared on Zhao Gongming's face, and he took two quick steps to meet the little black tiger.

"Gongming!" The man who came with Zhao Gongming and was standing not far away called out immediately.

He was dressed in a conspicuous purple robe, was eight feet tall, had a dignified look, and had an air of nobility that was lacking in merchants.

Zhao Gongming stopped and lowered his head, looking dejected.

He turned around and walked towards the man in purple, kicking the dirt as he walked.

Dust was flying and yellow sand was drifting behind.

The purple-clothed man stood a dozen steps away from Ying Chengjiao, bowed slightly to him, and raised his hands:

"If you don't like it, just throw it away.

"The items that the Zhao Chamber of Commerce sent out have not been asked back yet."

Ying Chengjiao's eyes naturally moved from Zhao Gongming to the man in purple, and he asked with a smile:

"Who are you?"

"I am of humble origin, with no surname or clan name, and my given name is Zhao." Although the purple-clothed man was self-deprecating, his tone was neither humble nor arrogant: "In the area of ​​Yan and Qi, when the head of the family is away, I can take charge of some things at the Zhao Chamber of Commerce. If you encounter difficulties in Yan and Qi in the future, please find a Zhao store in the two countries and tell them my name, it will be of some use."

After saying that, Zhao helped the young master onto the horse, and then he climbed on as well.

On the horse, Chong Ying Chengjiao clasped his fists tightly, gently pushed them outward, and said in a deep voice:
"Goodbye, sir!"

"Ah, are you leaving now?" Ying Chengjiao sighed, looking a little disappointed. "I thought you would come to me like my commander, Mr. Lu, did to my father. It turns out you are just sending me a little black tiger."

"This is not an ordinary black tiger, this is the tiger king! It's an alien species!" Zhao Gongming was anxious when his beloved creature was looked down upon. He pointed at the nearby mountains and then slid towards the towering peaks in the distance: "The area within a hundred miles is the territory of its parents! Father said that you have a tiger in your family, but this is different from the one you raise. Even if you gather ten of them, they can't beat its parents!"

"Gongming, don't talk nonsense." Zhao shook his head and scolded.

"Yes, Lord Zhao." Zhao Gongming responded with a big pout.

Zhao Fu looked at Master Cheng Jiao and said in a deep voice:
“It’s just a beast, don’t take it to heart.

“Sending a beast, I can still make the decision.

"The entire Zhao's Chamber of Commerce is at stake. A small person's opinion on such a big matter will not count.

“I can only convey the young master’s words truthfully to the head of the family, and let the head of the family make the decision.

"Goodbye, sir!"

Ying Chengjiao looked serious and clasped his hands.

"Goodbye Mr. Zhao, see you later."

A smile appeared on Zhao's face, and he said, "You are not worthy of the title of Mr."

He turned his horse around and headed back the way he came. The sound was covered by the "kicking" of the horse and could be heard from afar.

"The Zhao caravan will depart immediately, so don't worry, young master."

Zhao Gongming took a last reluctant look at the little black tiger and clamped his legs around the horse's belly:
"drive!"

Chase Zhao away.

The two returned to Zhao's convoy.

Wherever he went, people he met either bowed slightly or gave him a respectful look.

The convoy was filled with a fishy smell, and many people's clothes were stained with blood.

The two men walked to a particularly large cart, which was covered with a piece of hemp cloth and gave off a strong smell of blood.

This large cart is made up of four cars, which are specially used to transport goods.

A cart was 13 feet long and 5 feet wide, and was pulled by two horses specially raised for pulling carts.

The large cart made up of four carts is 13 feet wide and 20 feet long.

The two men stood in front of the cart. Zhao gently lifted the linen cloth, and a bright black color caught his eyes.

Lying inside were two black tigers so huge that they did not look like creatures from this world!

"Father." Zhao Gongming cried out aggrievedly.

"Yes." Zhao Ying said in a gentle voice, "I will hunt another tiger king cub for you tomorrow. The world is so big, and the tiger king is not the king. There are plenty of them."

"But Xuanlang wants black ones, not yellow or white ones."

"Got it, no problem." Zhao readily agreed and turned to ask the guards standing by: "How much do these two black tigers weigh?"

After catching the black tiger cub, he took his son to find the young gentleman and ignored everything else.

The guard bowed slightly, his voice filled with a strongly concealed but unconcealed excitement.

“The male weighs 2,100 kilograms, and the female weighs 1,900 kilograms!

"Master! I have traveled all over the country for so many years, but I have never heard of such a big tiger being hunted! And they are two black tigers of different species!
"Although the fur is not well preserved and has a few holes from gunshot wounds, it doesn't look as good and has lost some money, but it's still worth a fortune!"

Father Zhao Dashu went to organize the convoy and set off.

The fat eight-year-old boy, whose surname was Zhao, whose name was Xuanlang and whose courtesy name was Gongming, stared at the huge hemp cloth covering the two black tigers, missing the little black tiger that he had worked so hard to get.

In order to get him a tiger cub, his father spent a lot of money and hired a dozen old hunters living in the mountains, and joined forces with the caravan to raise some good hunters.

Taking advantage of the tigress's weakness after giving birth, about 200 people used traps and weapons together to hunt her.

Everything was going well, but the weak tigress had three spears stuck in her body, her fur was covered in blood, and she was about to die.

The experienced old hunter said that the beast would attack most fiercely before it died, so everyone was advised to spread out and surround the tigress, shoot arrows and throw stones, and attack only from a distance, not getting close to the tigress to avoid loss of life.

The tigress rushed left and right around the tiger's den but could not find a chance to counterattack and kept wailing.

Unexpectedly, after the tigress howled, the male tiger who was led away twenty miles away seemed to have heard it and ran back like crazy.

The female tiger is inside and the male tiger is outside.

The Zhao caravan lost thirty-eight people in the joint attack by the two tigers, and almost all the participants were injured.

After paying such a painful price, they killed the two tigers and captured the little black tiger from the tiger's den for the young master of the Zhao Chamber of Commerce.

Unfortunately, before Zhao Gongming could even warm up the little black tiger, he was ordered to send it away by his commander.

The fat child felt sadder and sadder. He even started crying, wiping his tears with his hands.

"Wuwuwu, the commander is so abominable. Wuwuwu, I've had my eyes on it for a long time, why did you give it to someone else? Wuwuwu, you are so shameless, you stole my little black tiger. Wuwuwu, give my little black tiger back to me..."

While Zhao Dashu was giving orders, he also kept part of his attention on Zhao Gongming.

He had only this one son, and he was his absolute favorite.

I always treat my son very well on weekdays, and I have never seen him feel so wronged.

The head of the Zhao Chamber of Commerce felt distressed and spoke in a rather impolite manner.

With a few steps, he got on a carriage.

Without asking any questions, he just opened the carriage curtain and barged in.

"If Zou Zi doesn't snatch the little black tiger away, he won't be able to accomplish anything!"

(End of this chapter)