Chapter 30 Iced Orange Juice, Little Kid
Over the next few days, the three of them went door to door repaying the money.
The news that Fang Yi'ai owed money reached Fang Xuanling's ears.
That evening, Fang Xuanling found Fang Yi'ai and gave him a "warm greeting".
We prepared the rattan canes, but who would have thought we wouldn't need them?
Under Wei Shuyu's tutelage, Fang Yi'ai gave Li Tai a severe dressing-down...
They described how treacherous Li Tai was and how clever they themselves were.
Then he mentioned the matter of owing 1,300 strings of cash in usurious loans.
Fang Xuanling took the matter upon himself.
He's even lending money at exorbitant interest rates to his own son. Does he really think his title as the Left Chancellor of the Tang Dynasty is just for show?
On this day, Fang Xuanling not only did not beat Fang Yi'ai, but instead praised him highly, exclaiming that Yi'ai had grown up.
Because Fang Yi'ai did not get involved in the struggle for the throne.
Li Shimin was in his prime; to choose sides now would be suicidal.
"Hey bro, is that popsicle you mentioned ready yet?"
Choi Shin-ki and Fang Yi-ai lay sprawled on the veranda bench, their tongues lolling out like dead dogs.
The weather was too hot, and the three of them weren't in the mood to study, so they decided to skip class.
Since Wei Shuyu's last outburst against Chen Fu and Kong Yingda, the gentleman has been turning a blind eye to Wei Shuyu's behavior.
"What's the rush?"
Wei Shuyu was carrying two basins, one large and one small.
The large basin was filled with saltpeter, while the small one was filled with water.
Why are they one big and one small?
Ice made from saltpeter is poisonous and inedible.
Use two bowls, one large and one small, to separate the water from the saltpeter, so that the ice in the small bowl can be consumed.
Moreover, saltpeter can be reused, which makes it easier to collect and clean it.
After everything was ready, Wei Shuyu buried the small basin inside the large basin and then began pouring water into the large basin.
Finally, gently stir it with the wooden stick...
In no time, the ice was made.
Wei Shuyu broke off a piece, put it in his mouth, and instantly felt completely clear-headed.
"Mom, it's really frozen?"
Choi Shin-ki glanced at it casually, then jumped up excitedly.
Where? Where?
Fang Yi'ai quickly slipped to Wei Shuyu's side.
The two of them stared wide-eyed at the ice cubes in the basin.
I thought Wei Shuyu was just bragging, but I never expected he would actually make ice.
"Big brother is awesome, big brother is domineering."
"Waaaaah... I actually saw ice in the summer!"
The two were incredibly excited.
Choi Shin-ki lay down on the ground and licked the ice like Wangcai, but Wei Shuyu grabbed his ear.
“The ice in the big basin is poisonous and cannot be eaten,” Wei Shuyu said.
ha?
Choi Shin-ki was startled and quickly withdrew his tongue.
The two quickly reached into the small basin, grabbed an ice cube, and stuffed it into their mouths.
"It's so cool."
The two of them crunched the ice cubes as they bit into them.
Wei Shuyu took out another orange and crushed it.
Without a juicer, I have to make it all by hand.
Soon, a glass of juice appeared in front of the two of them.
"Big brother...hehe."
The two looked at Wei Shuyu expectantly, but Wei Shuyu ignored them and started drinking.
"Big brother, leave some for us!" the two of them pleaded anxiously.
"If you want to drink it, just make it yourself. It's not hard," Wei Shuyu scolded.
That's right.
The two were immediately invigorated and began to study it carefully.
If they had any questions, they would ask Wei Shuyu, who would answer them without reservation.
The only thing that both of them were upset was that Wei Shuyu stopped making them himself and started stealing from them.
Choi Shin-ki, being weak, finally managed to crush the orange after much hardship and squeeze out a glass of chilled orange juice.
Just as he was about to taste it, a hand snatched his orange juice away...
"Big brother, please leave some for me. I'm not strong enough to squeeze oranges..." Choi Shin-ki cried.
When he looked up, he discovered that it wasn't Wei Shuyu who had snatched his orange juice, but a little kid.
The little kid looked a few years younger than him, and was rather handsome; in modern terms, he was a cute little boy.
He was drinking orange juice at the moment, staring blankly at Choi Shin-ki.
Choi Shin-ki blinked, and the little kid blinked too.
"You bastard, who are you?!"
Choi Shin-ki shouted angrily.
Bang.
The little brat raised his hand and threw a punch, hitting Choi Shin-ki squarely on the bridge of his nose.
Choi Shin-ki touched his nose and realized it was bleeding.
"No matter who your father is, I'm going to beat your ass until it's bruised and battered today!" Choi Shin-ki's furious roar echoed through the sky.
Bang.
The little brat raised his hand and threw another punch, hitting Choi Shin-ki squarely on the bridge of his nose.
"Finished drinking, time to go."
The little brat tossed the bowl aside and ran off.
Before I had run more than a few steps, I felt my feet sink into the air and I was suddenly lifted into the air.
Wei Shuyu grabbed the little boy by the collar and let out a soft exclamation.
Because this little brat is quite strong and has a lot of fighting skills.
"Let me go!" the little brat glared at him angrily.
*Smack*
Wei Shuyu raised his hand and smacked him on the head.
"You steal people's things and then hit them. Is this how your father raised you?"
Unexpectedly, the little brat was not convinced. Instead, he did a backflip and kicked Wei Shuyu in the forehead.
Wow? Your waist strength is pretty good too.
Wei Shuyu grabbed his two feet with one hand and hung him upside down.
"Let me go."
The little brat struggled and pounded on Wei Shuyu's calves with his hands.
"You still dare to resist?"
Wei Shuyu sneered and pulled up the little boy's pants, revealing his two fair buttocks.
"Little Jiji, beat him up."
Choi Shin-ki rolled up his sleeves and charged in, his eyes red.
Pooh.
He spat into his palm: "You dare to hit me? I'll beat your butt to a pulp today."
Snap snap snap snap...
The little brat started yelling and shouting, but his voice gradually grew weaker and weaker.
That's enough.
Seeing that his bottom had been spanked until it looked like a monkey's, Wei Shuyu threw the little brat on the ground and asked, "Tell me, who are you?"
The little brat glared fiercely at the group, still refusing to back down.
*Smack*
Choi Shin-ki raised his hand and smacked him on the head.
"Big brother is asking you a question. What's the point of having a mouth on your body?"
The little brat stubbornly turned his head away, ignoring Choi Shin-ki.
Oh my!
I can't even handle you?
Choi Shin-ki rolled up his sleeves, ready to give the other person another beating.
Wei Shuyu stopped him.
"The Imperial Academy is full of sons of civil officials. You are quite skilled; are you the son of a military officer?" Wei Shuyu asked.
The little brat remained silent.
Wei Shuyu didn't mind and continued to analyze: "The child of a military officer has been assigned to the Imperial Academy. It seems your father doesn't want you to continue serving in the army."
The little brat remains defiant.
Wei Shuyu thought for a moment, then snatched the chilled orange juice from Fang Yi'ai's hand.
"Brother, what are you doing? It took me so long to make this!" Fang Yi'ai said, feeling wronged.
"I'll borrow it for a bit, and return it to you later."
Wei Shuyu handed the orange juice to the little kid: "Answer me a question, and I'll give you this to drink."
Upon hearing this, a flicker of interest flashed in the little kid's eyes.
"Even if you don't tell us, we can still find out."
Wei Shuyu pointed at Cui Shenji: "See him? He's a tyrant at the Imperial Academy. There's no one he wouldn't dare to beat up."
Choi Shin-ki immediately straightened up.
Wei Shuyu pointed at Fang Yi'ai again: "Look at him again. He's a local tyrant in Chang'an Street. No shopkeeper in Chang'an is afraid of him."
Fang Yi'ai also stood tall and proud.
"And what about you?"
The little brat blinked.
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