"We, Jinhai, are trading with the snake people, and the Chi family is doing things, but we and the Li family have equity participation."

Hong Jian looked at his son and said slowly.

Hong Fan nodded when he heard this, his face was like a flat lake.

At this moment, the three of them were even more surprised by his calmness.

They had expected to see a more violent reaction, such as a furious outburst—the so-called youthful spirit, Hong Fan is at the age when he can't tolerate sand in his eyes.

"This is indeed a taboo for the imperial court."

After a pause, Hong Wu continued to explain.

"But compared to our own blood feud with the snake people, what do those nobles in the court mean?"

He scoffed.

"In the past few years, we have mainly sold iron and cloth."

"Not a weapon, of course."

"Mainly all kinds of tools, ritual utensils for sacrifices, and silk cotton clothes - the snake people pay special attention to blood sacrifices, and the price of these things is very high over there."

After the beginning, Hong Wu simply confessed to it.

"The snake people don't have the skills to make iron or weave?"

Hong Fan immediately asked.

At this time, he thought of the "Nine Snake Gods" in the file.

Among the spirits, the so-called "most Xiao Zulong" god, whose dependents and human races have been fighting for many years, but they can't weave and strike iron, which is ridiculous.

"Well, it's not a technical problem."

Hong Wu replied, a little used to the speed of his nephew's inferences.

"Ordinary snake people are similar to our reptiles, they are all cold-blooded."

"They are neither tolerant to heat nor cold, and when the temperature is high, they have to find a shady place to sleep, so they can't do the work of burning the furnace and striking iron."

"As for textiles, it's more due to geographical reasons - the further you go northwest of Jinhai, the more swampy miasma becomes, and mulberry hemp can't grow."

Hong Wu had entered the territory of the snake people many times with his brother and Ma Jingsha, and the information mentioned in the words was confirmed by him personally.

Hong Fan suddenly realized.

"Brother Fan, the clan has to do this, in fact, it is a last resort."

At this time, Hong Li, who had been brewing for a long time, interjected.

"A few years ago, when the Gong of Jingsha was still alive, our Jinhai was like cooking oil on a blazing fire.

But under the high-spirited momentum, the deficit of each family is actually very heavy.

The elders of the generation above me and your father died either in Gimhae or in the Snake Swamp, and many of them were unable to bring back the corpses. ”

He stopped and coughed several times, his back curled.

After a few breaths, the old man straightened his back again and added, "Of course, the snake people will only shed far more blood than us!" ”

After drinking a cup of hot tea, Hong Li calmed down a little and continued to speak.

"Later, the trade route of Huaiyang Kingdom was cut off again, and the situation of the three of us became worse and worse."

"It wasn't until the Chi family opened a trade route to the north, relying on the leather, medicinal herbs, and snake gall bladders that came over there, that the vitality of Jinhai City was slowly replenished."

"Otherwise, when you entered the school, I am afraid that the clan would not even be able to send out the palace push pills."

[Snake man sells snake gall, what hell joke? ] 】

This was the first thought that came to Hong Fan's heart.

But under the gaze of the elders, he just breathed a sigh of relief and replied, "Thank you for the elders for tolerating the boy's transgression, I understand." ”

In the study, the slightly stiff atmosphere quickly softened.

For this summons, Hong Fan has two main purposes.

The first is to increase its own weight on the basis of the sand world.

The second is to test the relationship between the three families and the snake people.

Over the past six months, his practice has gradually been on the right track, and his relationship with the instrument supervisor has become more and more solid, which is equivalent to entering a period of rapid development.

The last thing Hong Fan wants to see at this time is uncertainty.

If the Hong family is connected to foreigners and is willing to risk the disapproval of the world, he will have to prepare for the future.

Fortunately, it seems that the situation in Jinhaicheng is similar to the folk smuggling of the Northern Song Dynasty and Western Xia in the previous life.

Obviously, both sides have their brains out, but with the acquiescence of the official, the former still buys war horses from the latter, and the latter buys armor from the former.

"You have a calm temperament, but you have too many things in your heart."

Hong Li half-jokingly reprimanded.

"We're still in the clan, and it's not your turn to worry about it. Now there is only one thing in front of you, fly to the sea and return the color! ”

"I'm arranging this with the two families, but they are a little emotional." Hongwu said.

"It's okay to have emotions."

Hong Li smiled lightly.

"The thing was that Hong Ming led the team, and as a result, we lost the least, only two foreign surnames."

"What's more, the sand world has also entered my house!"

He said and looked at Hong Fan with a smug gaze.

At this time, Hong Jian slowly interjected: "I heard that Yu Kaicheng broke your two bones? ”

Hong Fan nodded and replied: "I was stabbed by him, but the injury was not serious." ”

Hong Wu snorted coldly: "Hurt my nephew, if you have the opportunity to take a face, I will definitely take someone's head!" ”

He is nicknamed "King Kong in the Fire", he is the second master of the sympathetic cultivation of heaven and man, and the second master in the clan, so it is appropriate to say this.

Hearing this, Hong Li smiled and filled several teacups one by one.

"It doesn't hurt that the head of the four-armed yaksha will be on his neck first."

"In the future, when Hong Fan has the power of the Shocking Shagong, he can take revenge in person."

He put down the teapot and said one last thing to Hong Fan.

"After you go back, you will recuperate from your injuries and don't rush to practice."

"Remember not to go out of the city to cultivate at will in the future-all the daily supplies in the courtyard are all from the clan!"

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Half a month later.

On the first day of the ninth month, one of the days when the big market is held twice a month.

Outside the east gate of Gimhae City, flags on high poles flutter in the wind, and the aisles separated by wooden fences are rubbing shoulders one after another.

The cool autumn air, mixed with the smell of sweat and the smell of cattle and sheep, swirled around the hay and was finally separated from the carriage by felt.

This is a comfortable two-horse-drawn car, with dark red dark paint all over and the family crest of the Hong family on both sides.

The car stopped next to the entrance of the market, and the fat coachman sitting in front of the car looked at the passers-by with a haughty gaze, forcing them to stay out of the way.

In the carriage, Hong Fan was sitting cross-legged with his eyes closed.

At this time, he was in a state of inward vision, trying his best to feel the operation of the Dragon Soul Tree.

But until an hour later, there was still only an extremely thin cloud under the roots of the golden treasure tree.

"Heh, the card bug failed, and it was really not that easy."

Hong Fan sighed self-deprecatingly and opened his eyes.

He lifted the curtain slightly, and his eyes swept over most of the bazaar.

On the wooden shelves and tables, many freshly slaughtered pigs, cattle and sheep were skinned and bloodied, and dismembered at the request of the buyers.

Processes like this have happened at least hundreds of times in the previous hour.

However, after adding up to tens of thousands of catties of livestock, it only provided a small amount of nutrients to the sand world - the equivalent amount is converted to the whole day, which is about the equivalent of a small half of the lower grade Tuigong pills.

It's a pity to discard it.

"Let's go back."

Hong Fan commanded the coachman through the curtain.

"Fan Gongzi, the little one has an order!"

Hearing the voice of the master behind him, the fat coachman immediately bowed his back and changed his face, and said flatteringly.

The car is a public middle school car.

The house slave is also the house slave of the clan.

But Hong Fan just handed a word to the housekeeper, and everything was arranged.

Now he finally has the majesty and treatment of a genuine young master.

PS: The author's own emotional resolution ability is still relatively short.

Yesterday, I saw a few posts raising bars and spraying, and I was so angry that I couldn't write for a long time.

But it's better than the beginning of the previous book, when I was scolded by trolls and could remember a few words for days.

What can I do about it.