Traveling to Ancient Times: My Space Contains Weapons

Zhou Heng, who was about to step onto the carriage, frowned and turned his head upon hearing the shout.

All that could be seen was Bajin leading seven or eight people, followed by a portly middle-aged man dressed as a constable.

He was carrying a long knife and approaching the carriage.

The middle-aged man was the head constable of Qingniu Town.

Before they even got close to the carriage, the guards beside it drew their long swords.

He shouted, "Anyone who dares to offend the young master will be killed without mercy."

"Oh, you mean 'kill without mercy'? Do you think you're the emperor?" the middle-aged man said sternly, his face full of menace.

What a joke! How could anyone possibly be in a godforsaken place like Qingniu Town?

They're usually traveling merchants who come to Qingniu Town to do business but don't even bother to pay me any respects first, and they even dare to talk back to me.

"Hehe, then you step forward and try," Zhou Shicai said with a smile from behind.

Ba Jin is probably used to being arrogant and domineering, so how could he stand being slapped in the face?

He went back and told his constable what had happened, and that's how he brought his men here.

With the constable backing him up, Ba Jin became much more imposing.

He charged forward, knife in hand, saying, "What's wrong with me taking a step forward?"

"He offended the young master, kill him!" At the head of the guards' command, the six guards moved instantly.

Before Bajin could even understand what was happening, his head was chopped off with a single blow.

Within a few breaths, everyone, including the head constable, collapsed to the ground.

Only then did Zhou Heng walk over to Niu Er, who was completely dumbfounded.

“I noticed you’ve been observing coldly the whole time; you’re not one of them.”

Niu Er was terrified. What kind of people were these? Openly killing constables!

He stood there blankly to the side, not daring to say a word.

Seeing that he didn't dare to speak, Zhou Heng didn't make things difficult for him.

He walked up to a guard, whispered a few words in his ear, and the guard obeyed and left.

"Let's go, Brother Chu, to your house."

After saying that, he got back onto the carriage.

Chu Chen muttered to himself after seeing this.

Sitting in Zhou Shicai's carriage, Chu Chen thought to himself: This Zhou Heng in front of me must have an incredibly high status.

Otherwise, how could they have killed Ba Jin and his gang so easily, and in broad daylight at that?

Zhou Shicai was not surprised and chatted with Chu Chen about everyday things.

The group quickly arrived at Chu Chen's house.

When Li Qinglian saw Chu Chen unharmed, tears streamed down her face again.

"This is Boss Zhou, and this is Young Master Zhou Heng," Chu Chen introduced to Li Qinglian.

As for how he was able to return so quickly, Chu Chen didn't say, and she wouldn't ask.

"Brother Chu, I didn't realize that although your house is dilapidated, the people living inside are quite enviable."

Zhou Shicai spoke to Li Qinglian without any hesitation.

Zhou Heng, who was standing to the side, was also looking at Chu Chen with a smile, but when he saw the house, he couldn't help but frown.

"Please excuse my humble abode. My home is simply furnished, so please make do with yourselves and have a seat." After saying this, Chu Chen instructed Li Qinglian to bring out some stools.

Li Qinglian looked at Chu Chen with a troubled expression, wondering where there were any extra stools at home.

Chu Chen touched his nose and said awkwardly, "Mr. Zhou, Mr. Zhou, please wait a moment while I go inside to get some stools."

After saying that, he headed towards the room.

Li Qinglian awkwardly greeted everyone outside the door. After thinking for a moment, she headed towards her second uncle's house, hoping to borrow some stools.

"Second Uncle, are you sure this person can produce such fine salt? Don't be fooled."

This question made Zhou Shicai feel awkward.

Chu Chen clearly brought out such fine salt that day, but seeing this dilapidated house...

It's hard to connect this with the wealthy people who can afford to buy houses in Qingyun City.

A moment later, Chu Chen came out of the house with a stack of plastic chairs, one inside the other.

It's like those plastic chairs at late-night food stalls.

"Hey, Brother Chu, this stool of yours is quite novel. What material is it made of?"

Zhou Shicai's enormous body sat on the plastic chair without swaying at all.

Chu Chen gave each of the group, including the guards, a chair.

At Zhou Heng's signal, the guards also sat down, and everyone was very curious about Chu Chen's chair.

"Um, this Mr. Zhou stool is just an ordinary stool. As for the material, I'd call it plastic."

"Plastic? May I ask, Brother Chu, how much does it cost?" Zhou Heng asked with a hint of doubt.

"The cost was a gift from a Western friend, so I'm not entirely sure about it."

After saying that, Chu Chen didn't say anything more, but went into the kitchen.

Since they've come all this way to my house, and I guess they haven't eaten yet, I should at least cook something nice to treat them.

As a food delivery driver, Chu Chen's cooking skills may not be as good as those of professional chefs in restaurants, but making a stew is a piece of cake for him.

At that moment, Li Qinglian also returned from her second uncle's house, carrying several stools in her hands.

But then they saw that the group of people were sitting properly on some strange stools.

Despite her surprise, she made no move and headed towards the kitchen.

In the kitchen, Chu Chen took out an iron pot and a lot of ingredients.

Lamb, beef, various meatballs, and various green vegetables were served, along with two bottles of baijiu (Chinese liquor) with an alcohol content of over 40 degrees.

Fearing there wouldn't be enough tableware, they also brought out some disposable bowls and chopsticks.

Anyway, Zhou Shicai had seen his methods and regarded him as a god-like figure.

So I'm not afraid of surprising them.

Firewood was set up outside the yard, oil was heated in a pot, and a packet of hot pot base was poured in.

Before long, the aroma wafted far and wide.

This caused everyone to involuntarily turn to look in their direction, practically drooling.

In this era where most hot pot broths are only steamed or boiled, the aroma of hot pot base is not very appealing.

"The conditions inside are limited, and the new house hasn't been built yet, so please make do with this simple meal."

Chu Chen greeted Zhou Shicai, Zhou Heng, and the guards.

Zhou Heng looked at the strange ingredients and utensils with a puzzled expression.

Zhou Shicai whispered a few words in his ear, and Zhou Heng immediately showed a knowing expression.

The guards sat solemnly in their respective corners, showing no intention of sitting at the table.

Chu Chen said to them, "Hey, why don't you come and sit down? Everyone must be hungry. Come on, let's have a couple of drinks."

The guards smiled and remained unmoved, so Chu Chen turned to look at Zhou Heng.

Well, this wicked feudal society.

So he turned around and went back to the kitchen, took out the same ingredients, and set up another table next to it.

Li Qinglian, being sensible, went to her second aunt's house.

Chu Chen, Zhou Shicai, and the other two sat down around the stove. It was early winter, and the warmth of the stove made everyone feel much warmer.

Chu Chen dumped all the ingredients into the pot, and the guards at the table followed suit, dumping their ingredients in as well.

Chu Chen took out a bottle of wine, but before he could open it, Zhou Shicai snatched it away.

"This bottle is actually made of glass."

Well, I forgot about that. So I said, "This wine isn't something just anyone can drink. I only opened it because of Boss Zhou's arrival."

Then he gave a bottle to the guards and showed them how to open it, and a strong aroma of wine immediately wafted out.