This made Li Shimin anxious, and he wanted to trade one for one with me.

Cheng Yaojin was taken aback by what he heard. What did that mean?

Li Jing, seated at the head of the table, raised an eyebrow and said, "An autograph? Is that something you can just give out casually?"

The middle-aged clerk from the Ministry of War explained, "Lord Li, you may not know this, but Lord Cheng's son is currently signing autographs for the people of Chang'an at the entrance of Huaidefang. His autographs are very popular right now!"

"Look, I have one in my hand."

As he spoke, he pulled out a piece of paper from his pocket and handed it over.

Li Jing took it and saw the beautiful artistic signature. He exclaimed in surprise, "This name is beautifully written. Wow, is it for collection purposes? This kid is quite cautious."

Yuchi Jingde and Cheng Yaojin got up and went over to take a closer look; they were also amazed.

Yuchi Jingde clicked his tongue in amazement and said, "I never would have guessed that Cheng Jun could write such characters."

As he spoke, he looked at Cheng Yaojin and said, "Brother Zhijie, when you go back, remember to give my good nephew a message and make my name like this too."

Cheng Yaojin was deeply moved. He responded with a sound of agreement, then looked at the middle-aged clerk and said, "Don't you already have one? Why do you need so many?"

The middle-aged clerk explained, "This one is for my son; I also have a daughter."

Cheng Yaojin suddenly realized, and waved his hand, saying, "I'll get you one, and I'll give it to you tomorrow."

The middle-aged subordinate was overjoyed, "Thank you so much, Lord Cheng!"

"I resign from my humble position."

With that, he turned and left, beaming with joy.

Soon, another official from the Ministry of War entered carrying a teapot. He glanced at the teacup on Cheng Yaojin's table, which remained untouched, and asked in confusion, "Lord Cheng, why aren't you drinking?"

Upon hearing this, Cheng Yaojin laughed and scolded, "This tea was just poured. Am I a water buffalo? Why do I drink it so often?"

The official from the Ministry of War scratched his head and said, "Then I'll come in later."

Li Jing glared at him and said, "That's outrageous! Just say what you have to say!"

The subordinate official said somewhat embarrassedly, "This humble servant would like to ask Lord Cheng for a signature from Cheng Jun."

Cheng Yaojin asked in surprise, "Why do you want one too?"

The official pointed to the door and said, "It's not just me; there are many people queuing outside."

Upon hearing this, Li Jing, Yuchi Jingde, and Cheng Yaojin immediately walked out of the office and looked outside. Sure enough, there were about a dozen officials from the Ministry of War standing outside, each carrying a teapot.

"Do you really think I'm a water buffalo?"

Cheng Yaojin rolled his eyes.

The subordinate official said, "It's not just them; there are people from other departments standing at the entrance of our Ministry of War, all here to see Lord Cheng."

Li Jing exclaimed in amazement, "Zhijie, your son is quite something! He's out there signing autographs for people, while you, as his father, are being begged for his autograph in the palace."

Yu Chi Jingde said sourly, "Why does nobody want my son's autograph?"

Li Jing looked at him and said, "Can people be the same?"

Cheng Yaojin grinned from ear to ear upon hearing this, feeling a sense of pride.

…………

At this time, at the gate of Huai De Fang.

After signing autographs for more than three consecutive hours, Cheng Jun felt his wrists getting sore. When he looked up, he found that the number of people in line had not decreased, but had increased.

Because of the long queue, some vendors came and set up stalls on both sides of the queue to sell their wares.

There were vendors selling biscuits, soup noodles, jujube cakes, and even mung beans and millet...

Does my signature actually boost the economy?

Cheng Jun twitched the corner of his mouth, somewhat speechless. Suddenly, an idea struck him. He looked at Cheng Chumo and Cheng Chuliang, who were squatting on the ground practicing their signatures, and said:

"Brother, go to Du Jingjian's house and invite Aunt Du over. Remember to ask her to bring all the ingredients for making sesame cakes."

Cheng Chumo looked around and immediately understood Cheng Jun's intention, grinning as he said, "Okay!"

After saying that, he mounted the imperial-bestowed Akhal-Teke horse and flew towards Du Jingjian's home.

In a quarter of an hour, Cheng Chumo rode back.

Behind him, an oxcart appeared.

The oxcart was carrying the tools for making flatbread. Du's mother was also sitting on the oxcart. When she saw Cheng Jun not far away, she quickly jumped off the cart.

When Cheng Jun saw her approaching, he stood up to greet her and said with a smile, "Aunt Du, it's been a long time. How have you been?"

Du's mother smiled broadly and said, "Very good, is Cheng Sanlang alright?"

"all good."

Cheng Jun smiled and explained his purpose: "Aunt Du, I called you over because I wanted you to set up a stall here to sell sesame cakes."

Looking at the long queue, Du's mother exclaimed in surprise, "So many people? Okay, okay, whatever you say, I'll do it!"

As she spoke, she began unloading the items from the oxcart onto the ground.

Cheng Chumo walked over at this moment, rolled up his sleeves and said, "Aunt Du, let me help you!"

"And I!"

Cheng Chuliang also threw away the branch, rolled up his sleeves, and walked over.

Seeing this, Cheng Dong'e also went to help.

Cheng Jun pointed to a VIP spot not far from the table and said, "Move here."

After saying that, he sat back down on the cushion and picked up his pen to continue signing autographs.

With the help of Cheng Chumo, Cheng Chuliang, and Cheng Dong'e, the stall was quickly set up.

While Du's mother kneaded the dough, Cheng Chumo, Cheng Chuliang, and Cheng Dong'e helped start a fire.

After a while, the aroma of the flatbread filled the air.

People in line all looked over. It has to be said that because Du's mother's stall was located not far from Cheng Jun's, the location was too good to ignore.

When the flatbreads were ready, Cheng Chumo and Cheng Chuliang couldn't resist picking one up and chewing on it.

"That's the smell."

"good to eat!"

Hearing the brothers' praise, Cheng Dong'e's appetite was whetted. Just then, a flatbread was placed in front of him. Looking up, he saw Du's mother smiling and saying, "Cheng Silang, eat up."

Seeing that she thought he was the fourth son of the Cheng family, Cheng Dong'e wanted to explain, but seeing that Cheng Chumo and Cheng Chuliang did not refute him, he stopped talking, took the hot sesame cake, took a bite, and said with a bright look in his eyes, "Delicious! Aunt Du, how much is one?"

"Not expensive, only two coins each."

Upon hearing this, Madam Du beamed with joy. She then picked out five of the best-looking flatbreads, walked over to Cheng Jun, placed them on the table, and said, "Cheng Sanlang, it's almost noon. Are you hungry? Have some too."

Cheng Jun turned his head and smiled, picked up the flatbread, took a bite, and exclaimed, "Delicious!"

Delicious... The people in front of the line twitched their ears and looked at Mother Du's stall. The aroma of the flatbread wafted into their noses, making them swallow their saliva.

A young woman in her late teens, who had just received an autograph and thanked the vendor, came to Du's mother's stall, blinked, and said, "Emperor Cheng said the flatbread is delicious, so it must be delicious. Give me ten, I want to take them home."

Upon hearing this, Madam Du quickly replied, "Yes, young lady!"

As she spoke, she quickly picked out ten flatbreads, wrapped them in lotus leaves that had been washed beforehand, and handed them to her.

The young woman asked, "How much?"

Before Du's mother could speak, Cheng Dong'e said, "Five coins each."

Du's mother looked at him in great surprise.

But then Cheng Dong'a gave her a wink.

"What a keen eye!" Cheng Jun thought to himself as he watched this scene unfold.

"That's fifty coins!"

The young woman took out a money pouch from her bosom and said, "What Imperial Censor Cheng likes, I like too! Here's the money!"

After saying that, she put down the copper coins, picked up the sesame cake wrapped in lotus leaves, turned her head and looked at Cheng Jun with her watery eyes, her brows full of shyness, and said, "Imperial Censor Cheng, I'm going back."

Cheng Jun looked up at her with a bright smile and said, "Be careful on the road. Remember to eat the flatbread while it's hot. It tastes better when it's hot. Du's flatbread is my favorite."

The young woman was overjoyed that he had actually paid attention to her, and exclaimed excitedly, "I'll remember that!"

After saying that, she looked at Du's mother and said seriously, "Give me another hundred of these flatbreads."