Chapter 20 Son

Speaking of her son, the old woman's face was full of pride.

Jiang Chen was a little surprised, "Isn't it good to be a waiter in a restaurant?"

"Being a waiter is of course good, but last year His Majesty was benevolent and gave us a lot of land. The old man and the two younger ones are already too busy, so we let the eldest come back to farm first."

"And the eldest is also going to get married. Once he gets married, I'll have married off one of them." The old woman said happily.

"Oh."

Jiang Chen suddenly understood. No wonder the people near Shangdu lived better than those in other places. It seemed that geography had the advantage.

While they were talking, the first pot of dumplings was already boiling. The old woman scooped out two bowls, put them on the table, and said with a smile, "Come, try my cooking."

Jing Yue reached out and put one of the bowls in front of her, quickly tested it with a silver needle, and then nodded almost imperceptibly to Jiang Chen.

Jiang Chen smiled and put the other bowl of dumplings in front of him, saying, "Thank you, Mother."

The old woman smiled heartily, "What's so hard about it? If you think it's delicious, eat more."

After speaking, the old woman went back to continue cooking.

At this time, several men walked over, and the old woman couldn't help but smile when she saw them.

Her stall was at the end of the street, and it was rare for so many people to patronize it.

She didn't expect two groups of people to come at once today. If she could have so many customers every day, she would soon be able to find a marriage for her eldest son.

"Please sit down, everyone, the dumplings will be ready soon." The old woman said with a smile.

The men nodded expressionlessly and sat down at a table next to Jiang Chen.

Jing Yue was sitting with her back to the dumpling-cooking old woman, Jiang Chen was sitting on Jing Yue's left, with a large tree behind him, and Zhao Ting was sitting with his back to the men.

At this time, the second pot of dumplings was also boiling.

The old woman scooped out two bowls, put one in front of Zhao Ting with a smile, and then casually put the other bowl in front of the men.

"Everyone, the pot is a bit small, but don't worry, it will be ready soon..."

The old woman was saying enthusiastically when a flash of cold light suddenly appeared before her eyes. She could no longer say the last word "good."

The cold light directly pierced through the old woman, and at the same time pierced Zhao Ting behind the old woman.

Zhao Ting was caught off guard and was eating dumplings when he suddenly felt a pain in his back, followed by a stream of hot liquid flowing down his back.

"Assassin!"

Zhao Ting immediately understood what was happening and jumped up while shouting.

The men also directly overturned the table and surrounded Jiang Chen and the others with long knives in their hands.

The first man to attack pushed the old woman away, and the blood on the knife dripped onto the ground, quickly congealing.

Jing Yue and Zhao Ting were now standing in front of Jiang Chen, their expressions were very solemn.

Especially Zhao Ting, in addition to being solemn, his face also showed pain from time to time.

The knife in his back had directly deprived the strength of the right half of his body.

More importantly, the strength of these men in front of them was not weak.

Jing Yue also knew that the situation was very dangerous, and said in a low voice, "Young Master, you go first."

Jiang Chen looked at the old woman who had been happily chatting with him about the future just a moment ago, but was now a cold corpse. His eyes flashed with murderous intent, and he slowly stood up.

Jing Yue thought Jiang Chen was going to leave, but she didn't expect Jiang Chen's aura to get closer and closer, and she couldn't help but be surprised.

"Young Master, it's dangerous here, please leave here first." Jing Yue said again.

Jiang Chen's eyes were filled with a fierce light, as if he wanted to devour someone. He pulled Zhao Ting back and then stood in front.

"Who ordered you?" Jiang Chen's voice seemed colder than the weather in winter.

None of the men answered. After exchanging glances, they all rushed towards Jiang Chen.

Jiang Chen's eyes were frighteningly gloomy, and he was like an angry lion.

He clenched his fists, as if spitting out a word from between his teeth: "Kill!"

Upon hearing this, Jing Yue immediately drew her short sword and met the enemy.

However, the strength of these men was not ordinary, and they were obviously well-trained experts.

Even Jing Yue, the leader of the dark guards, could not spare any attention to deal with the fourth enemy after dealing with three enemies.

The remaining four men all rushed towards Jiang Chen, slashing with their knives.

Zhao Ting grabbed his spear with his left hand and said, "Young Master, I'll hold them off, you go first!"

Jiang Chen shook his head and said, "Give me the spear."

The indifferent tone made Zhao Ting feel extremely strange.

From the first time he met Jiang Chen, Zhao Ting felt that Jiang Chen was a very easy person to get along with.

Even after knowing that Jiang Chen was the descendant of the rumored tyrannical Emperor of Wei, Zhao Ting's feeling did not change.

He even wondered if those rumors were true.

It was not until this moment that Zhao Ting saw the other side of Jiang Chen.

In a daze, the spear in Zhao Ting's hand had already been taken by Jiang Chen.

Looking at the approaching enemies, Jiang Chen simply thrust out the spear quickly and pulled it back.

Thrust out the spear again, and pull it back again.

Each thrust of the spear would pierce an enemy.

Each pull of the spear would leave a terrible blood hole in an enemy's body.

After four spears, the four enemies who pounced on Jiang Chen all fell to the ground with horrified expressions.

The three men who were entangled with Jing Yue noticed in their peripheral vision that their companions were being killed one by one by Jiang Chen, and they couldn't help but feel terrified.

The information did not say that Jiang Chen was so capable!

And he was so ruthless!

With a feeling of fear in their hearts, the three men's offensive weakened a lot.

Jing Yue found an opportunity, approached an enemy, and instantly stabbed the enemy with her short sword.

With their companions all dead, and one of them injured, the three men saw that the attack had failed and retreated in unison.

Jiang Chen held the spear and followed closely, "Jing Yue, don't let any of them get away!"

One side had no morale, while the other was filled with murderous intent. After chasing for less than two hundred meters, Jiang Chen pierced the last enemy with a single spear.

Before he died, the man looked at Jiang Chen unwillingly.

He didn't understand why they had failed even though they had disabled one of Jiang Chen's guards in advance.

They didn't understand even more why Jiang Chen was so furious.

Returning to the stall with Jiang Chen, the sound of footsteps and shouts came in waves. A powerful constable, leading a dozen constables, ran over with nervous expressions on their faces.

Seeing the blood stains on Jiang Chen and the others, as well as the corpses lying on the ground, they couldn't help but be shocked.

The constable drew his long knife and shouted, "I am Ma Dawei, the constable of Shangdu, drop your weapons immediately!"

Jing Yue glanced at Jiang Chen and, seeing Jiang Chen nod, stepped forward, took out a token, and held it out in front of Ma Dawei.

Seeing the token that Jing Yue presented, Ma Dawei was shocked.

This was the token of the military generals stationed in various places!

Ma Dawei quickly lowered the tip of his knife to the ground, clasped his fists, and said, "Greetings, sir."

"Take us to see your county magistrate." Jiang Chen said.