"Well, it may be that Zhu Yiqi is not vacant......"

Hong Shan speculated.

After saying that, the old man himself shook his head, as if he thought it was too ridiculous.

How can a family armed force of dozens of people be indispensable?

Hong Fan nodded silently, did not ask directly, but went back to the back room in person, took a cake of tea, and sent it to Hong Shan with both hands.

"Recently, for my business, Grandpa Good has been tired a lot, this cake Pu'er 'Tiannan' has been aged for seven years, please accept it."

He said it quite indifferently, not to mention flattery, but his expression was very sincere.

Hong Shan didn't want to accept it, but the old man had nothing to do but tea, and when he saw Hong Fan's insistence, he finally accepted it.

Because of this, the matter was not settled, but he scratched his beard and had to take out some words anyway.

"Actually, for your business, I have met with Master Sheng and Master Ming twice."

Hong Shan's voice was lowered, and Aunt Liu had already avoided the back room.

The son of Sheng in his mouth is Hong Sheng, and he is the nominal person in charge of Zhu Yiqi - of course, Hong Sheng's main task is still cultivation, so he hardly comes forward in actual management.

And Master Ming's full name is Hong Ming, who is the same generation as Hong Jian on the genealogy, is Hong Fan's distant cousin, and is also the real manager of Zhu Yiqi.

"Of course Master Ming has no opinion, but Master Sheng can't give a reply."

Hong Sun continued.

"But after I talked to Katsu Gongzi, I privately felt that he liked you."

"Brother Fan, maybe he got other people's intentions, so it's not easy to make a decision neatly."

After the old man finished speaking, he seemed to breathe a sigh of relief, and then he picked up the teacup and drank the half-cold tea.

"Good grandpa, I know."

Hong Fan replied.

He guessed with his toes that he probably was playing tricks on the eldest lady again.

Hong Sheng, as the actual third master in the family (Hong Li is old), is the eldest son, and no one can control him except for two or three people.

Among them, Hong Jian, who is the patriarch, and Hong Wu, who serves as the city judge of Jinhai City, have no reason to find Hong Fan's bad head.

So it can only be Hong Chen's.

As for the eldest lady's thoughts, it is also easy to guess.

Zhu Yiqi is equivalent to the Whampoa Military Academy and Guards of the Hong family, if Hong Fan goes in to train for two or three years, not to mention martial arts cultivation, at least his connections and status will be consolidated.

At that time, even if the eldest lady is in the back house, it will be difficult to exert influence on him.

"Anyway, I'll help you care about this matter, if Zhu Yiqi can't get through here, I'll definitely be able to get a few other places to go."

After the words were finished, Hong Shan left a guarantee, took the cake Pu'er and left on crutches.

Hong Fan sent him out, and then sat back at the table thoughtfully.

Hong Chen's ridiculous obstruction is not difficult to solve in his opinion, just think about it casually, there are at least three or four ways.

However, most of these methods have to find people to dredge, owe favors, and it is difficult to prevent future troubles.

At this moment, Aunt Liu put on a cloth bag containing money and planned to go out.

"What is my aunt going to do?"

Hong Fan asked.

"In a few days, it will be the Hesheng Festival, and I have to go to the tailor to make a new set of clothes for the young master."

Aunt Liu replied with a smile.

Hong Fan was moved when he heard this.

On this Victory Festival, he may be able to borrow a ride from the east wind.

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May 18, Hesheng Day.

Dahua Kyushu has a population of more than 10,000 people, and most of them don't know about this festival.

Originally, the festival celebrated the military victory of Jinhai City over the snake people, so the celebration was limited to a few small towns in the western part of Liangzhou.

However, after the change of years, the current Hesheng Festival has turned into a festival to bless the younger generation.

On this day, the children of all the families in Gimhae will gather together, and the elders will give encouragement.

Shen Shizheng (four o'clock in the afternoon), the largest Mingshan Hall in the Hong Mansion gathered more than 100 children of the Hong family in their teens and twenties, as well as more than a dozen tables of cold dishes set up in advance.

In the empty square of the house, there are also invited troupes singing majestic tunes.

After Hong Fan arrived, he naturally sat down at Hong Fu's table.

It's also funny, obviously when they went to school together before, he didn't have any friendship with these "classmates".

But after more than ten days of separation, meeting again was a bit more warm than ever.

After a short while, when everyone was seated in turn, the Mingshan Hall gradually quieted down for no reason.

After another moment, the sound of footsteps gradually sounded at the back door of the main hall.

What came out was a middle-aged man with a square face and a sturdy body.

He stood in the middle of the hall dressed in a scarlet robe and a wide belt inlaid with jade, and his hands were folded.

Everyone looked at him, and their tongues unconsciously became dry, as if they were staring at a raging flame.

[He is Hong Jian, the head of the Hong family, a congenital martial artist, and a hereditary captain of the Zhenguo. 】

Hong Fan thought.

[He is also the biological father of this body.] 】

"The patriarch has arrived, and all the sons and daughters stand up and salute!"

At the first table in the middle, Hong Sheng got up and shouted.

Everyone stood up and saluted.

"No need to be polite."

Hong Jian pressed his hand and spoke.

His voice was gruff, as if dehydrated grit was rubbing against each other.

"It's rare that the children are here today, so I'll say a few words."

Hong Jian's gaze swept over everyone.

"No accumulation of steps, no thousands of miles; If you don't accumulate small streams, you can't become rivers and seas. ”

"I hope you will be steadfast and reluctant to give up your original intention, so that you can comfort your life."

"Alright, let's take a seat."

After saying a few words that lacked emotion, and could even be said to be light and tasteless, Hong Jian turned around and left.

It's not so much a blessing as a perfunctory.

Then, Mingzendo really came alive.

As one of the most important festivals in Gimhae City every year, today's banquet is rich in food and more importantly, everyone is allowed to drink alcohol.

He Sheng, if there is no Du Kang, what is the bird?

On the table of Hong Fan, everyone pushed the cups and changed the lamps, and the words did not stop.

As the only one at the table, Hong Fan rarely received a lot of compliments, and he also responded with a toast.

Hong Ping, who has always pretended to have a different identity, was also infected, and took the initiative to talk to him: "Hong Fan, you don't have to go to school now, but you can live a comfortable life!" ”

Hong Fan just smiled and ate the food, and did not reply.

Hong Ping thought that the other party didn't hear it, and said again: "Hong Fan ......"

But at this time, Hong Fan took Hong Fu with a wine glass and went to Hong Sheng's table to toast.

Hong Ping's face was immediately evil.

A wine banquet passed in Xuanteng.

The last part of the festival is an elder as a representative, sending gifts to each child.

This is also the second expectation of everyone today.

Although the messages are mostly polite words, the gifts are real money.

The general amount is between half a tael and one tael of silver, which is enough to go to Yanliu Lane once or twice.

As in previous years, the responsibility for gift-giving was assumed by the eldest lady.

"Brother Zhang, I heard Uncle Sheng say that you are more motivated this year than last year, but you have to make persistent efforts!"

She sat on the throne and handed a red brocade bag to a young man in his twenties.

The latter thanked him more than once.

People go up and down, the process goes very fast, and soon it will be the turn of these seventeen or eighteen-year-old children who are still studying the clan.