"Young Master Fan, punish a rotten person like me, that's dirty your hands!"

Ask for two to beg for the way, and take the afterglow to glance at his own companion.

But where did the latter dare to come up to the top of the tank - your surname is my lord, and the surname Hong is not my lord's lord?

"You're overthinking."

Hong Fan shook his head solemnly.

"I've just crawled out of the quagmire myself, and what's wrong with dirty hands?"

As he spoke, he clenched his fist at his waist, stepped up and slammed his wrist into Qiu Er's lower abdomen, watching him fall silently in front of him.

"Oh no, there's still something to say."

Putting down Qiu Er, Hong Fan suddenly turned his gaze to the companion again.

"You go back and tell Qiude, this time it's not one hundred and twenty taels, it's one hundred and fifty taels."

"I heard that the third child of the family studies hard and is a serious child, and I don't want to go to him."

Seeing that the companion nodded again and again, Hong Fan put on his hat and turned around and walked out of the alley, disappearing into the light.

Then, just when the former thought he had escaped and was helping up his second young man, Hong Fan turned back.

"Big, uncle......"

The companion called out with a pale face, but saw that the other party ignored him, and just picked up the bamboo cage containing colorful purple.

Then, for the second time, he disappeared into the light.

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Gimhae City, that night.

The courtyard of the house is three before and after, and it is also considered a large household system in the city.

After working hard for most of his life, he saved a net worth of two or three thousand taels of silver, surpassing many small and medium-sized landlords.

Counting the gray income brought by the housekeeper position, as well as the monthly income of him and his own son, the family can have a net income of more than three hundred taels a year.

It is precisely because of this that the big housekeeper can afford to raise a fierce family like Liang Hu.

Before the night was deep, it was time for dinner.

Today, it is rare for Qiude, who usually lives in Hongfu, to return to his family for dinner, but the atmosphere in the dining room is gloomy.

"Hong Fan, Hong Fan......"

Qiude swallowed a piece of bacon that didn't taste like it and sighed.

"I thought I didn't underestimate you, but I still underestimated you."

In the past two days, he carefully learned about Jiang Youde's first battle, especially the words and demeanor of the two during this period.

Coupled with the experience of his two sons, he has a rough outline of Hong Fan in his heart.

"That's the end of the matter, I'll give him the money tomorrow."

Qiude put down his chopsticks and made up his mind.

"How does this work?"

Qiude's wife, who had also lived in Hongfu for most of her life, put away her choked up and said angrily.

"Erlang and Liang Hu are still lying in the room now, that's it?!"

She slammed the table, shrewd energy.

"Of his ninety-month examples, we only got 30% at most."

"What's more, he now asks for one hundred and fifty taels for the lion's big mouth, so wouldn't we have to pay one hundred and twenty taels!?"

The wife was furious, and she didn't refute it, but just straightened her back and looked at her indifferently.

Soon, the old woman shrank her momentum and wept to herself.

"Over the years, I've come to this position, and I've seen too many people."

Qiude retracted his gaze and said.

"I'm not afraid of those who are high in martial arts and decent-such as the masters of the top few families in Jinhai, they don't easily attack the people below."

"I'm not afraid of low-level martial arts and ruthlessness - for example, those markets in Beicheng are splashing, and Liang Hu can cook with a knife on his back."

"But I'm afraid of Hong Fan, who 'can carry it in his heart and do it with his hands'."

"He's through the realm, we can't beat it; He said that he was going to find the third child, that is, he would really go! ”

"Two and a half years, Hong Fan has been pretending to be waste for two and a half years! The more people can endure, the more they hold grudges......"

Speaking of this, Qiude's heart was filled with a trace of fear.

It's not that he hasn't read about people who pretend to be crazy and stupid for years in the story, but in reality, he has seen it for the first time.

"Let's not talk about how much progress he can make in his martial arts in the future, even if he can't enter the realm of chaos for the rest of his life, this is not a master who can offend!"

As he spoke, his determination became clearer.

At this time, Qiu Da suddenly interjected.

"Daddy, what's wrong with the Breakthrough Realm? He is only a serious cultivator, not to mention sneak attacks, as long as there are five or six good men who are skilled in swords and bows, he can still besiege and kill them head-on! ”

He lost face in front of his old friend two days ago, and he was not angry in his heart.

"I heard from the people in the Tao that buying a life for the first time in the Breakthrough Realm is only a hundred taels of silver......

Before he finished speaking, he saw his father get up and come over, and he rewarded him with a crisp punch.

"I spent so much money to raise you stupid pig!"

Qiu De scolded, his face flushed.

"Are you going to hire someone to besiege your old man's master's house? Do you think you can escape the eyes of the eldest lord, or the search of the officials under the command of the martial master? ”

After two rhetorical questions, he still felt puzzled, so he went around and gave his eldest son two feet.

"Okay, this matter is decided, don't say a word outside you, and you can't let the third child know."

Qiu De swept his wife and children with a majestic gaze.

"To-morrow, I will personally send him the money, and add a little more according to the number he says—two hundred taels."

Although his words were categorical, he thought of the silver in Baihuahua in his heart, and his chest was still depressed.

"Two hundred taels, well, two hundred taels!"

"This is the money to buy Ansheng, this kind of ruthless person, you can't spend it......"

Returning to his seat with his hands on the round table, Qiu De covered his chest and muttered to himself, so sad that even his expression became hideous.

······

On the ninth day of May, the weather was crisp.

Hong Fan went out early in the morning, first sold the "okay" colorful purple general in Tianjing Hutong for a small tael of silver, and then went outside the city.

Throughout the day, he repeatedly exercised his ability to control sand in the mountains until he was exhausted several times.

In view of the current sand world realm, Hong Fan tried to develop two killer moves, sand spur projection and sand fog, but in the end, he was limited by cultivation and was always difficult to complete.

Fortunately, this kind of staged continuous failure was used to it when he was an engineer in his previous life.

At the beginning of the day (five o'clock in the evening), Hong Fan hurried back to the small courtyard before dark, and pushed it casually, but the courtyard door did not move at all.

The gate of the courtyard, which was never locked during the day, was latched shut today.

Before Hong Fan could speak, Aunt Liu's vigilant interrogation sounded in the courtyard: "Is the young master back?" ”

"It's me."

Hong Fan responded, and then was opened and put in.

"Auntie, what's going on today?"

He asked with a smile when he was admitted to the hospital, already having a guess in his heart.

"I beg the butler to send the silver!"

Aunt Liu replied in a breathless voice, poked her eyes left and right outside the courtyard, and hurriedly bolted the door again.

"To be a housekeeper is to be sensible."

Hong Fan chuckled, scooped a scoop of buffalo water from the tank, and went into the back room to sit down.

Before he could take the initiative to speak, Aunt Liu quickly dug out a cloth blanket from under the firewood pile in the corner of the side room and carefully carried it over.

"Young master, begged the housekeeper to come alone in the afternoon, saying that he was repaying the money to you, so he gave me this blanket."

She said with a slight hesitation.

"I wanted to ask at the time, but he just said I'll find out when you come back."

Hong Fan nodded when he heard this, and opened the blanket on the table casually, revealing forty silver ingots weighing five taels.

"Oops......"

Rao is afternoon had already ordered back and forth several times, but Aunt Liu couldn't help but be taken aback, and hurriedly rushed to the door of the room in a few steps and bolted the heavy door.

PS: Investment, Tickets, Follow-up...... The new book period is more critical, and I would like to ask readers to help a lot~~~