Ethan Sullivan was running wildly, knowing that the Liao people were overbearing, and if he was caught, he would have no ability to resist.

On both sides, people were cheering for him, the applause and shouts echoing endlessly.

"Good man!"

The cheers for the good man kept passing along, continuing down the route of Ethan Sullivan's escape.

While running, Ethan Sullivan looked back.

On the brightly lit street, Abraham Brooks spread his arms wide, roaring angrily at the Liao people.

Grace was giggling in Ethan Sullivan's arms.

"Brother! Run faster!"

The little puppy was barking too, its voice light and lively.

Ethan Sullivan kept running wildly, and to his surprise, someone was running alongside him.

"They're not chasing, run!"

"Good man, remember to come to the Li family restaurant later, your food and drinks are on me, free of charge!"

"Young man... you aren't married yet, right? I have a daughter at home, so beautiful she could make Yang Guifei cry with envy..."

Ethan Sullivan kept running and soon disappeared into the night.

After returning home, he was gasping for breath, then couldn't help but burst out laughing.

"Hahahaha..."

Grace didn't know why he was laughing, so she hugged Huahua and muttered, "Huahua, brother's gone crazy."

The little puppy whimpered, then rested its head on Grace's leg and fell asleep.

After helping Grace wash up, Ethan Sullivan told her to go to bed first.

He lay on his own bed but didn't feel sleepy at all.

He didn't regret what he had done.

At that moment, he just felt something inside him fermenting, driving him to take out his slingshot.

Uh!

Ethan Sullivan suddenly felt a bit embarrassed.

He had originally aimed at that Liao man!

How did he end up hitting the eagle on his own shoulder?

He was feeling awkward, not knowing that things outside had already boiled over.

The Liao people roared several times in the night market, but Abraham Brooks didn't back down a single step, and in the end, they had to return to their inn.

The news spread instantly, and all over Bianliang people were talking about it.

Some wrote passionate poems, then sang loudly with courtesans, finally drinking themselves into a stupor.

Some were worried, though for reasons unknown.

The news was even sent to the palace overnight.

George Washington was thinking about having a midnight snack, but when he got the news, he was dumbfounded...

"Who did it?"

"They say it was a vendor at the Zhouqiao night market."

George Washington said in disbelief, "It was actually a vendor?"

"Yes, Your Majesty, and that vendor even cursed at the Liao people..."

"What did he say?"

"Your Majesty, it was... it was vulgar street language."

"Say it!"

"Wǒ... wǒ cào nǐ mā..."

"Pfft!"

"Why do I feel a bit happy about this?"

"Your happiness is a great blessing, Your Majesty!"

"Indeed! But now I just want... a bowl of lamb soup. Never mind, that's too much trouble, roast it, roast some lamb for me. If that's not possible, just bring me some raw lamb, I'll roast it myself."

...

Ethan Sullivan was very worried about whether his life as a vendor could continue, after all, the 'patent licensing fee' only left three strings of cash each month, which was enough for him and his sister to survive, but not to live comfortably.

The next morning, when the sky was still shrouded in mist, Ethan Sullivan quietly arrived at the Zhouqiao night market.

"Ethan Sullivan!"

A waiter from a nearby restaurant spotted the sneaky Ethan Sullivan, and after a cheer, a crowd quickly gathered around.

"Ethan Sullivan, someone just came to deliver a message—last night His Majesty was furious, and immediately sent people to the Liao inn to reprimand them, saying they trampled on Zhouqiao, which was simply outrageous."

"Those Liao people want to increase the annual tribute, they make trouble several times every year. This time you blocked them, who knows how stifled they'll feel!"

"......"

Looking at these enthusiastic faces, Ethan Sullivan realized not only could he continue his stall, but he had also become a hero of the night market.

Isn't this life just too delightful?

Chapter 0009: The Cunning Abraham Brooks

Ethan Sullivan politely declined all the invitations to eat, but there was one uncle who insisted on marrying his daughter to him, which left him a bit troubled.

I'm only fourteen!

The legal age for men to marry in the Song Dynasty seems to be sixteen...

Grace stood by his side, looking up and shouting, "My brother won't get married!"

Uh!

Ethan Sullivan and the uncle looked at each other in surprise, then both burst out laughing.

His stove was still there, even the iron pot was intact, and not a single potsticker was missing.

"Last night, no one said you were running your stall here!"

A merchant declared firmly, "If anyone dares to tell, we'll deal with him ourselves!"

Standing in front of the stove, looking at the enthusiastic people ahead, Ethan Sullivan suddenly felt there were many things in this Song Dynasty worth remembering.

So warm!

When he saw the undercover Abraham Brooks, Ethan Sullivan just smiled.

A very warm smile.

Everyone has something they hold on to.

"You're really bold."

Abraham Brooks reached out and patted Grace's head, saying, "Brian Sullivan may be a bit unconventional, but he's not as bold as you. At least he wouldn't dare shoot the Liao envoy's eagle in public."

Ethan Sullivan said calmly, "My father never harmed the interests of the Song Dynasty."

Abraham Brooks wanted to argue, but in the end, he just mocked himself, "You're just a child. Some things aren't as simple as you imagine."