Traveling to Ancient Times: My Space Contains Weapons

Chu Chen led the group onto the van and headed towards Tao Dapang's clothing shop.

Because the three of them were dressed in such damn dirty clothes.

Looking back now, the servant's suggestion to wash up wasn't entirely unreasonable.

After buying the clothes, the five of them headed towards the house.

"Alright, all three of you go and take a shower," Chu Chen instructed the three of them.

Although the three people in the car were extremely surprised, they did not utter a sound.

In this Great Xia Dynasty, once you're registered as a slave, your life belongs to your master, so how dare you say a word?

Seeing that Chu Chen bought clothes for them, the three of them felt a little relieved.

At least, this owner is not a stingy person; his first thought was to buy them clothes.

After the three finished washing up, they walked up to Chu Chen, bowed respectfully, and said...

"We are Zheng Xiaolan, Zheng Xiaotao, and Zheng Tianlong. We greet our master."

Xiao Lan and Xiao Tao, the first two names are nice.

But this Heavenly Dragon is truly domineering.

"Alright, now that I, Chu Chen, have bought the three of you, as long as you remain loyal to me, I will absolutely not treat you unfairly."

"Next, I'll assign tasks. Xiao Lan and Xiao Tao, you two will help me manage this house and keep it clean."

"Zheng Tianlong, besides protecting this house, you also need to do something for me."

Ever since he witnessed Qingxuan, a ninth-rank expert, following Chu Chen.

Zheng Tianlong lost all his domineering aura, as if he had suddenly transformed from a venomous snake into a mudfish.

"Alright, it's getting late. Go tidy up your rooms and cook dinner."

Chu Chen did not tell Zheng Tianlong about Chu Yi and the others.

I plan to take him directly to Chu Yi's residence tomorrow and have him teach them martial arts.

Xiao Tao and Xiao Lan accepted the order and left, while Zheng Tianlong remained standing in place.

"Do you have anything else?"

“Master, there’s another thing you mentioned earlier.”

Well, it seems this guy is a bit stubborn, so I waved to him and got him into the van.

Since you're even more anxious than I am, then go to Chu Yi's place tonight.

Inside the van, Chu Chen spoke to Zheng Tianlong.

"Since you are older than me, I will call you Brother Zheng from now on. I am different from others. As long as you are loyal enough, there will be no distinction between master and slave in my eyes."

“Master, no, thank you for your kindness, but I, Zheng Tianlong, am only a fourth-grade cultivator. How can I possibly deserve such a generous treatment from you?”

"Alright, don't call me master anymore, just call me young master."

As they were talking, the van stopped at a house on the outskirts of the city.

Hearing the sound of a car, Chu Yi opened the gate of the house.

"Young master, you've arrived."

Chu Chen led Zheng Tianlong to Chu Yi and said, "This is Master Zheng, a fourth-rank master. He will be teaching you martial arts from now on."

Before Zheng Tianlong could react, he saw the young man in front of him.

It turns out that the master's task was to make him an instructor, but the young man in front of him seemed a bit too old.

So he quickly said to Chu Chen, "Young Master, this gentleman is quite old. It is estimated that he will never be able to break through to the fourth rank in his entire life."

"It's alright, he has some basics, and there's much more to come, so thank you for your hard work, Brother Zheng."

As Chu Chen spoke, he led him into the house.

As for Zheng Tianlong, who was a slave, everything he owned belonged to Chu Chen, so Chu Chen wasn't worried that Zheng Tianlong would disagree.

Looking at the more than twenty children in front of him, calling him Master Zheng with longing expressions.

Zheng Tianlong also smiled happily; this was the master's recognition of his strength.

After giving their explanation, the two drove the van westward into the city.

"Brother Zheng, I hope you won't let anyone know what you just saw. Can you do that?"

"Rest assured, young master, even if a knife is held to my throat, I will not utter a single word."

Zheng Tianlong said to Chu Chen with great confidence.

"Alright, since you're quite busy, I'll give you a monthly allowance of one tael of silver, and give Xiao Lan and Xiao Tao 500 coins each. Is that acceptable to you?"

Chu Chen showed great respect to the experts.

This scene made Zheng Tianlong think even more highly of Chu Chen.

They quickly replied, "Young master, we are slaves, how can we accept this allowance? We are lucky to have anything to eat."

"Alright, look at you, you're over thirty now. You'll have to get married eventually, and Xiaolan and Xiaotao will get married too. How can you manage without some money?"

Getting married and having a wife—does the host family really expect to restore one's freedom?

Chu Chen's pancake was drawn perfectly; not only was the pancake drawn, but sesame seeds were also sprinkled on it.

This made Zheng Tianlong try to stand up abruptly, but his head hit the roof of the van with a loud thud.

"Alright, there aren't so many rules under me, Chu Chen. You don't need to kneel when no one's around!"

After saying that, he stepped on the gas and came to a steady stop inside the house in the west of the city.

Meanwhile, Xiao Lan and Xiao Tao had already prepared the meal and saw Chu Chen return.

The two quickly brought the food to the table.

"Young master, please have your meal," Xiao Lan said obediently to Chu Chen.

Chu Chen nodded and yelled towards the roof: "Drunkard, time to eat!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Qingxuan sat down on the table.

"Alright, everyone, let's eat." Chu Chen was already numb to Qing Xuan's elusive nature.

Looking at Xiaolan, Xiaotao, and Zheng Tianlong standing to the side.

"This is a damn feudal society." Chu Chen muttered, stood up, and pressed Zheng Tianlong back into the chair.

Then he pressed the two girls down onto the table.

"Alright, my family doesn't have that many rules. When it comes to meals, the more people there are, the more lively it is."

“Young master, you mustn’t. How can a servant and his master eat at the same table? This is against etiquette.”

Zheng Tianlong tried to struggle a bit more, but was interrupted by Chu Chen.

"Screw the etiquette, stop dawdling, aren't you hungry yet?"

Seeing that Chu Chen looked a little angry, the three of them picked up the bowls and chopsticks that Chu Chen had asked Xiao Lan to add.

"Where's the wine...?"

"What kind of wine!"

Holy crap, how could I forget about that?

So he turned around and went back into the room, took out four bottles of baijiu (Chinese liquor), and the baijiu glass.

"A glass cup? You rich bastard..."

Qingxuan picked up the cup and put it aside, saying with a disdainful look in his eyes.

"If you're so capable, then don't use it."

Qingxuan ignored him, and with a flick of his finger, the bottle opening was neatly cut open. Then he gulped down a mouthful.

Chu Chen wasn't surprised; he'd learned his lesson and was now using a ceramic bottle instead.

So he opened a bottle for himself, and Xiao Lan, who was quick-witted and nimble-fingered, quickly came over and poured a glass for Chu Chen.

Then he returned to his seat, lowered his head, and started picking at the rice in his bowl.

So your uncle doesn't drink alcohol?

Chu Chen took the bottle and poured it into Zheng Tianlong's cup.

Zheng Tianlong was about to stand up and bow when Chu Chen glared at him and stopped him.

"Alright, let's drink to welcome our new friend to the West City Courtyard."

After saying that, he led Zheng Tianlong and Qingxuan to drink it all in one gulp.