The ship docked.

Cheng Yanjin walked off the boat with a smile on his face.

The eldest grandson Wuji, Wei Chigong and others followed behind, and they were still looking forward to the Wa Kingdom.

The Wa State, or the Tang Dynasty.

Why is it called Wa?

The reason is that the people here are too short, even in the era of the Tang Dynasty, the average height of this group of people is less than 1.4 meters.

You must know that Datang has not stuffed people here in recent years, but unfortunately, the average height is still not high.

Seeing Cheng Biting Jin coming down, Cheng Chuliang hurriedly led someone to meet him.

"Dad, you're finally here." Cheng Chuliang said happily that since he became the emperor of the Wa Kingdom, although he has returned to the Tang Dynasty every year, it is the first time that his father has come to his base camp.

Happy, quite happy, very happy.

"Meet Grandpa!"

Thousands of people said.

The sound is really deafening, it is said that every day Cheng Chuliang has children born, and Datang should award him the honorary title of heroic father.

"Good, good, good." Cheng Yanjin also had a brilliant face, looking at the figure of the road, there were thousands of descendants.

Yellow-skinned and black-haired, white-skinned, green-eyed, golden-haired, flaxen-haired, blue-eyed, white-skinned, and even the swarthy Kunlun race.

Cheng Chuliang really worked hard to develop the bloodline of the old Cheng family, which made Cheng Yanjin very pleased, even the ancient emperor did not have as many descendants as his sons.

"Good, good, good, send red envelopes, send red envelopes, have them, have them." Cheng Yanjin was very happy, and with a wave of his hand, several figures behind him walked up, carrying boxes of things.

The crowd hurriedly gathered around.

Then, Cheng Yanjin opened the box, only to see that inside the box were Datang gold coins, specially made, and very large Datang gold coins.

In order to meet these children, Cheng Biting Jin made these gold coins specially.

"Good, what's it called?" Cheng Yanjin looked at his grandson standing in front of him with a smile and asked.

"Back to grandpa, my name is Cheng Bobo." The man bowed slightly.

"Good grandson." Cheng Yanjin picked up a gold coin and handed it to him.

"Thank you, grandpa."

"My name is Cheng Bozhong."

"Good grandson."

"Thank you, grandpa."

"My name is Cheng Boyi."

"Good grandson."

"Thank you, grandpa."

"My name is Cheng Bopo."

"Good grandson."

"Thank you, grandpa."

"My name is Cheng Meimei."

"Good granddaughter."

"Thank you, grandpa."

"My name is Cheng Meiju."

"Good granddaughter."

"Thank you, grandpa."

“……”

Everyone lined up, and thousands of people were all the blood of the old Cheng family.

The eldest grandson Wuji and others not far away looked at it, and they were extremely envious in their hearts.

It's really envious, very envious.

This era is still an era of many sons, many grandchildren, and many blessings, and whoever has more sons is blessed.

The working people in ancient times were still very simple, and most of their pursuits were not too high, that is, they hoped that they could have more children and grandchildren, and the family bloodline could continue.

Even if it is a high-ranking person, they are all working hard to contribute to the population of Datang.

When they saw Cheng Chubi, the eldest grandson Wuji and others couldn't help but sigh.

This is the pinnacle of life, this is the real pinnacle of life.

Even in the next few hundred or thousands of years, it is estimated that no one will be able to surpass him.

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