Mr. Gongsun? Who? Is there anyone else in this ancestral hall?

"Hehehehehe......"

Chen Li couldn't care about the ice slag that still remained in his throat, he swallowed hard, turned his head to look at the laughter, but saw that at some point, a tall and abnormal figure appeared at the door of the ancestral hall.

"This is the ancestral hall of the Wang family, how can you ...... an outsider?"

Before Chen Li finished speaking, another mouthful of ice slag stuck his throat, for military generals, especially generals like Gongsun Yuan, who use ice as their ability, to pinch an ordinary person who has no cultivation foundation is no different from holding an ant.

After interrupting Chen Li's speech in a real sense, Gongsun Yuan at the door smiled silently, and then strode into this ancestral hall where outsiders could not trespass.

"Patriarch Wang, the so-called big housekeeper of your family is not good, this refusal is not good for the reputation of your Hedong clan......"

Although the cold air was constantly released from his body, Gongsun Yuan's smile was extremely close, as if he and the patriarch Wang Zhen were old friends who had been together for many years, and they could make harmless jokes without any scruples.

"It's just a trivial matter, Mr. Gongsun doesn't need to know, he is just a foreign surname, and he can't represent the entire Hedong Wang family......"

Singing and harmonizing, the patriarch Wang Zhen also smiled with a smile on his face. The entire Hedong Wang clan knew that Chen Li was just surnamed Chen, and he also had extremely pure Wang blood, but when he heard Wang Zhen say this, no one present dared to make any rebuttals, Chen Li wanted to say a few words, but the ice slag controlled by Gongsun Yuan had already filled his throat, let alone talking, and even breathing was extremely difficult.

And under the dual influence of coldness and suffocation, Chen Li finally turned a corner - this clan meeting convened by him, the knife that was intended to be used to cut many thorns in the clan has become a sharp blade around his neck, and has become his farewell party on the clan stage.

So, are you too?

With one last glimmer of anticipation, Chen Li looked into a corner of the crowd where his son's objections came from when he had planned to donate his property—the expected regret, he only saw a deeply bowed head, and could not see half of the gaze floating towards him.

Don't you even dare to look at me?

Anyway, the family is like this, although they are of the same clan and blood, the blood in each other's bodies is never warm, but it is more piercing than the cold ice of Layue.

It's really cold.

Chen Li wanted to move his neck, but found that not only his neck, but every inch of his body was covered by the severe cold, freezing without the slightest intuition.

……

Although it had just been occupied, and the possibility of being attacked at any time, Zhou Ping still decided to get the salt lake up and running as soon as possible. In fact, this is not a difficult thing, many of the nearby villagers have been in the salt making business for generations, and some villagers are even illegal salt dealers now, although this is not a business such as killing people and selling goods, but selling illegal salt was a more serious crime than killing people and selling goods at that time, and it can also be roughly divided into thieves.

For thieves, although everyone is each other's enemies in their respective subdivisions, but for other industries that do not grab a job to eat, it is easier to have a sense of sympathy, so whether it is Liu Scaryan or Ma Dali, there are one or two friends who sell smuggled salt, and with these smuggling salt dealers, Zhou Ping's salt lake development plan has been implemented extremely smoothly.

"With this private salt income, we will be financially independent in the true sense, and we no longer have to live by defrauding Chang'an of the reward money sent to Tongguan."

Looking at the briefing report, Zhou Ping finally showed an extremely relaxed smile on his face, in fact, economic problems have always been a big hurdle in his heart, whether it is to encourage the soldiers under his hand to farm, or to help the villagers develop villages, a large part of the reason is to get rid of their dependence on Chang'an, relying on others to live is not a long-term solution after all, and now with this salt lake, with the precious resource of salt, not to mention self-sufficiency, it is estimated that he will soon become the existence of the rich party.

"Uh-huh."

"And now it is a troubled time, and the ordinary five-baht money is no longer worth much in many places, and speaking of which, it is still a hard currency like salt that is more sought-after, and there is no need to worry about depreciation."

"Uh-huh."

Dong Bai on the side nodded heavily, and the bead pendant on his head swayed slightly, seeing Dong Bai responding to him like this, Zhou Ping couldn't help but feel a little stunned, if it was not Dong Bai standing next to him, but Qi Laosan or Diao Chan, they would definitely be able to discuss a few sentences with themselves, even if they couldn't say anything far-sighted, they could give themselves a chance to scold Fang Xuan.

As if sensing something, Dong Bai, who nodded, suddenly paused, she looked sideways at Zhou Ping, and her eyes unabashedly showed a little unhappiness.

"Are you thinking of something rude?"

"Nope."

Zhou Ping said with a normal face, or a righteous face.

"Really, not?"

"Nope!"

Zhou Ping's answer was categorical.

"Okay......"

Dong Bai subconsciously scratched her head, but she touched the hairpin given by Zhou Ping, so her expression instantly eased.

"Hoo ......"

Zhou Ping exhaled secretly, not only did he have some doubts about whether this girl's cultivation of the Five Fowl Opera had even cultivated her intuition, otherwise how could she be as sharp as a tiger or a cat.

"That's not right! You are indeed thinking something that is not good for me! ”

Dong Bai, whose expression softened, suddenly turned her head to look at Zhou Ping again, this time she was not suspicious, but outright affirmative.

"This ......"

"Good teacher! There is a visitor from the east, saying that he is an old friend of the virtuous teacher! ”

At this moment, a herald hurried over and reported loudly.

"East?"

Zhou Ping was a little puzzled, to the east is Anyi, where the Hedong Wang's family is located, that is, the target of his next attack, do you have any so-called old friends over there?

"Take me there!"

That's it, no matter who that old friend is, the most important thing is to get rid of Dong Bai!

……

In the temporary tent of the salt lake camp, Wang Zhen, the patriarch of the Wang clan in Hedong, sat on a chair very crampedly, and the curtain was rolled up, so he could see the sound and shadow of the soldiers coming and going outside the tent - he was definitely not afraid of ordinary soldiers, but those strange soldiers who were much taller than ordinary people and looked like tigers made him feel afraid.

"If nothing changes, those soldiers should be the Hundred Beast Army or the Hundred Beast Battalion, a group of humans who have cultivated a certain secret method."

Gongsun Yuan's explanation came from his ears, and he turned his head to look at Gongsun Yuan, who was sitting on the same chair, was much taller than him, so he didn't know if Gongsun Yuan's serious expression was like this, or if it was the illusion of looking up.

But soon, the serious expression became a little more puzzled, Gongsun Yuan rubbed his chin and said to himself.

"But there will be a Hundred Beast Camp so soon, could it be the influence of my wind and thunder?"

"What?"

Wang Zhen said that he didn't hear what Gongsun Yuan was saying.

"Don't worry about it, it's just a small thing."

Gongsun Yuan waved his hand, then stood up, he had put on a smiling face again, and smiled at the oncoming Zhou Ping.

"Mr. Zhou, it's been a long time since we saw each other."