"Where did I just go? That's right, four places to go. ”

At the stone table in the small courtyard, an old man with a kind face and a cloth hat bent his four fingers and said slowly.

"The first one is Zhu Yiqi, there is always a shortage of people here;

the second is the deacon of the rice shop on the west street, who follows your uncle Hongsheng;

the third is to go to the state capital and do things with your Uncle Hongpan;

The fourth is to take charge of the black hair village outside the city. ”

This old man's name is Hong Shan, who is a generation older than Hong Jian, and is highly respected in the clan and is in charge of personnel.

At this time, it was the afternoon of the fifth day of the fifth month of May, and Hong Shan came to Hong Fan to talk about the latter's whereabouts.

"If you want to be at ease, go to the rice shop and Zhuangzi; But a good boy like you, it's inevitable that you'll be wasted if you go. ”

The old man drank a cup of tea and continued.

"The best treatment, definitely the first and third.

Zhu Yi rides sixty taels a year, meritorious service is rewarded, and rice, flour and meat are indispensable during the New Year's Festival, which is dangerous.

If you go to the state capital, with your cultivation through the realm, the bottom is at least eighty taels, but I am afraid that you will not be able to return to Jinhai several times a year. ”

Hong Shan stopped for a while, and watched with satisfaction as Aunt Liu filled the teacup.

"Please also ask Grandpa Shan to tell me more about Zhu Yi's ride."

Hong Fan arched his hand.

"Hey, I also guess you want to go to Zhu Yi to ride, how can young people not fight?"

Hong Sun grinned, revealing half of his missing teeth.

"Our family's Zhu Yi ride, that is the most famous elite in Jinhai - Zhu Yi is 'Red (Hong)'!"

Speaking of this, the old man immediately chattered.

"The number of horsemen in Zhu Yi has increased or decreased, and now there are sixty-one; To join it, the minimum martial arts cultivation must be through the realm. ”

"Speaking of which, having this team is also a credit to the Sand Star-King."

"Back then, he repelled the snake people and turned the situation around, and we turned from defense to offense, but the support given by the imperial court was not enough-just relying on our Jinhai City, where can we supply the consumption of the army?"

"At that time, Xingjun advocated gathering and using the masters above the whole city, and killing into the territory of the snake people to fight and raise the war."

"It was from then on that our family's Zhu Yi Ride and the Li Family's Wudang Ride had a shelf."

Hong Shan is old, and it is inevitable to nag when he speaks.

But Hong Fan listened carefully, without any young man's frizz, and let the old man have a good time.

"At that time, we recaptured all the supply points in the Jinhai Desert, and we also crisscrossed the tribes of the snake people, coming and going like the wind, so that those cold-blooded alien races were afraid of us to death!"

"But a few years ago, Xingjun was old, and this team dispersed."

"Like the eldest master of our family or the crane of the Li family, they are also congenital masters, but they don't have that prestige in the end."

Hong Sun shook his head regretfully.

Although he didn't say anything about this, Hong Fan could guess the trick - it was nothing more than this kind of thing to break the door, and it was still the people who had to go outside the door to take the lead.

"Later, our family built Zhu Yiqi."

Hong Shan took a big sip of tea and said again.

"Although the snake people don't dare to come, there are still a lot of sand bandits in Jinhai, plus the chaos in the Huaiyang country in the south is continuous, and there are more and more bandit villages in Liangzhou!"

"So Fan boy, although he is freer on weekdays when he enters Zhu Yiqi, he really wants to see blood when he has something......"

As for the tea, the old man said that it was half an hour, drank two pots of water, and went to the toilet four times.

But this only strengthened Hong Fan's plan.

"Good grandpa, I have made up my mind, so I will go to Zhuyi to ride."

He said, drinking the water from his glass.

Without him, only Zhu Yiqi can guarantee sufficient martial arts practice time and have a lot of money in the four places.

The old man made it clear that after each mission of Zhu Yiqi, the participants would either get a reward or share the spoils.

As the saying goes, horses have no night grass and no fertilizer, and people have no windfall and no wealth.

"Yes, yes; A big clan like ours still has to rely on bloody children like you to support the bones! ”

Hong Shan slapped the table and gave a thumbs up.

"I'll go to Brother Sheng and Master Ming tomorrow to report this matter, and let Ling join the company as soon as possible."

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The next day, on the sixth day of the fifth month, Shen Shizheng (4 p.m.).

Hong Fan was dressed in a white robe and wore a hat (a hat of veil) on his head, and walked into the mouth of Yanliu Alley.

Although Yanliu Lane is called Lane, the street is actually quite wide and can be used by horse-drawn carriages.

On both sides of the alley, the taverns hung with red lanterns are connected to each other, and the heavy smell of fat powder overflows from the window lattice, making the visitors feel their own thoughts.

Hong Fan walked in slowly, until he saw the two-story building with a large area of shy flowers, so he found a tea stall with a wide line of sight nearby, sat down and waited.

Of course, he didn't come for fun, but to block people.

After noon today, the eldest son of Qiude came to the Shame Flower Pavilion to find him a good friend.

Of course, all of the above information costs money.

Fortunately, the labor in Jinhai City is not high, and the two taels of silver gifts sent by Virtue are more than enough to buy a few pieces of information and a few idle people's skills.

Half an hour passed, and Hong Fan's tea on the stall had been replaced by a pot.

Smoke Willow Lane is a fireworks field, there are many obscene words in the alley, and the eyes are presumptuous.

But Hong Beom was not embarrassed.

Although he had a high education in his previous life, he was not the kind of person who was gentle.

Well, if you can eat a feast, but you can't roll the mud, that's not good.

Soon, another half hour passed.

At the beginning of the unitary period, the voices at the door of the Shy Flower Pavilion rose slightly, but it was a half-aged who came out with two men.

These two people are in their thirties, wearing brocade robes, their eyes are full of light, and they are half drunk.

The second person was shaped like an iron tower, full of energy, wearing a cardigan waistcoat, revealing a pair of muscular arms.

According to the information obtained by Hong Fan, this second person is a guard hired by Qiu De for his own family.

This may seem strange.

The young masters of the main family of the Hong Mansion - not only Hong Fan, but even Hong An, the sister-in-law of the third room, have no bodyguards to play in the city.

But the one who is still in slavery has the financial resources.

"Uncle, don't forget the appointed day, if you don't come, Mingyue will be sad......"

The old bustard sends people out, and his mouth keeps pleasing him.

On the second floor, the bright moon girl in her mouth also stood against the window, looking at Qiu Da with affection.

In the tick box, a customer maintenance process that can be used as a teaching plan for future business schools is being staged.

At this moment, Hong Fan took off his hat and put it on the table, got up and strode forward.

In the middle of the street of Yanliu Lane, he stopped in front of the two of them.

"Are you the eldest man of the Qiude family?"

Hong Fan asked out loud.

"Who are you?"

Ask for a big help and ask rhetorically.

He had already escaped from his slave status and lived in the house he had purchased for virtue on weekdays, so he naturally didn't know Hong Fan, but he only felt that the person who stood in the way was too handsome and annoying.

On the contrary, the eyes of Lao Bustard and Mingyue lit up, and they couldn't help but think that if such a teenager came to patronize, they should give a few discounts.

"You don't need to know me."

Hong Fan said.

"You just need to pass a word to your father for me."

These two sentences are ordinary in tone and do not carry emotions.

But it was precisely this that made Qiu Da feel despised instead.