The next day, December 16.

The night is falling.

The morning sun rises from the east, and the gold meets, dyeing the sky into rose.

It has been five days since the sea was destroyed.

The life essence plundered by the sand world was all turned into cultivation by Hong Fan.

And the third rooster crow today, he fully penetrated the eighth and ninth canons, and broke through five of the forty-five acupoints of the tenth "Zuyang Ming Stomach Sutra".

After the success, Hong Fan took a nap for an hour before getting up.

Dressed in light autumn clothes, he first enjoyed breakfast on the small stove in the main hall, and when he opened the door, he heard the regular sound of chopping wood and the deliberately suppressed scolding on the side of the courtyard.

"It's only been twelve days, and you still have bandages around your arms, so you have to do this?"

This scolding is more distressed and less severe, and it is obviously Aunt Liu.

Hong Fan couldn't help but curl the corners of his mouth, went back to the house and took a wooden box, and walked along the house wall.

"I'm not reckless, just the thin arms and sticks of peach and willow green, who will I do if I don't do this kind of rough work in the yard?"

Tang Da's voice rang out again, obviously as rough as the old iron that had been buried in the soil for many years, but the volume only dared to be softer than Aunt Liu.

"Besides, I didn't use one hand, deliberately avoiding injuries......

Hong Fan turned the corner of the house and saw Aunt Liu's eyebrows upside down and snatching the axe.

"Okay, after all, you've cut down the sand bandits, and you've learned to talk back?"

"Let you go out with the young master to see the world a few more times, do you still want to go to Zhu Yiqi to be the master?"

She feigned sternness.

Seeing that the mother-in-law was annoyed, Tang Da still dared to speak, so he only smirked.

At this time, the two of them heard the sound of deliberately heavy footsteps, and when they turned their heads, they saw their young master.

"Young master, but the two of us woke you up?"

Aunt Liu blamed herself, her face turned red, and she didn't know where to put the axe she was carrying.

Tang Da quickly smirked and got up from the wooden pier.

"I'm a martial artist, where is I so squeamish?"

Hong Fan replied, walked over to the two of them, and asked.

"Old Tang, what's wrong with the injury on your arm?"

"It's almost good!"

Tang Da grinned and deliberately raised his arm.

But with Hong Fan's observation, he couldn't see that the other party was enduring pain.

"It's a little too good to be ......"

He turned his head to look at Aunt Liu.

"Auntie, have you used all the medicine on time?"

Aunt Liu lowered her eyes and replied: "It's all ......"

"I'm not talking about the gold sore medicine before, it's the intermittent dispersion sent by the eldest master."

Hong Fan asked again.

There was no reply for a while.

After a while, Aunt Liu saw that Tang Da wanted to speak, so she quickly glared at him and said, "That medicine is too good and expensive, and the housekeeper said that a box costs fifty taels." ”

"Our subordinates just do some chores on weekdays, and it doesn't get in the way if the injury heals slowly, so I make the decision in private and want to leave the medicine for the young master to use in the future......"

When Hong Fan heard this, he shook his head and smiled bitterly: "My good aunt, what is there to save on this little thing?" ”

"Didn't the clan send me three hundred taels two days ago?"

"Yesterday, my newly created killing method was also ordered, and in a few days, the Zhangwu Academy will send me another thousand taels ......."

Hong Fan said bitterly to the two.

"Our days are better now than they were in the past, and the future will be better than now!"

"Let's look at the problem from the perspective of development......"

When the words fell, his eyes swept over Aunt Liu, who was stunned, and Tang Da, who was scratching his head, and he felt a little like Niu playing the piano for a while.

"Alas, auntie, I still have to go to the clan to do errands now."

"When I come back, if you haven't replaced the old soup with an intermittent dissolution, you will force me to do it myself!"

Hong Fan pretended to be serious and threatened.

Then, as soon as he raised his palm, a few streams of sand burst out of the ground, turned into flying blades, and swirled around in the pyre for a few times.

With a crackling sound, most of the remaining unchopped firewood was split into thin strips and scattered all over the ground.

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Half a quarter of an hour later, in the middle of the Hong Mansion, the patriarch's exclusive Sanjin Xiongguang Temple.

Hong Fan turned the corner and saw Qiude standing at the door with his hands and neck bent, obviously waiting for a while.

Seeing the main lord coming, the eyebrows that the chief butler drooped immediately rose and rushed up to say hello.

After a few pleasantries, the two crossed the courtyard gate, and just after passing through a corridor, they happened to see the side compartment open the door, and immediately more than a dozen people of different ages poured out—several of them wore glasses, and some even had abacus.

"Second Young Master, this is the steward and account room that each family has come to account for the harvest of Hongduo Mountain."

Qiude explained in a low voice.

"They came here three days ago, and they spent the night at our house these days."

"It should all be sorted out by now."

Hong Fan nodded slightly, and saw the three people coming out of the room.

The man in front of him with a beard and a bored face was his uncle Hong Ming, and behind him were two slightly haggard women—Mrs. Qing, Hongwu's wife, and Hong Chen, the eldest lady who had been absent for a long time.

The people who came out also saw the handsome young man in the corridor, and heard Hong Ming's happy "Brother Fan", and immediately understood the identity of the comer.

So, more than a dozen people rushed up.

"The second son is good, I am Chi Wenbin of the Chi family, and I am in charge of the middle of the clan."

"The second son, the contemptible person is Cui Hongzhuang of the Cui family, who is responsible for taking care of the shops, bazaars and other affairs in the clan."

"Two Less ......"

Hong Fan was blocked in the corridor for a while, but it was difficult to move an inch.

And these visitors were so solid in their manners to him that they were three points more than when they met Hong Ming, the "King of Fire Beards".

These people are not Aunt Liu, and Hong Fan is not the only one in the world who will look at problems from the perspective of development.

After the first battle of Taishan, he was already the dragon of the ascending generals.

A few days ago, after the battle situation of Hongduo Mountain was transmitted back in detail, it not only confirmed its immediate combat power beyond the realm of penetration, but also made the name of "Barren Sand Battle Armor" popular throughout the city.

Today, no one in Jinhai doubts the potential of the second son of the Hong family - he not only has the attainments of surpassing his predecessors in the life star, but also has the excellent talent of driving martial arts and authority to fight at the same time.

That's why the stewards are so diligent.

In their eyes, Hong Fan is no longer a young newcomer, but the second sand man.

Or there is a high probability that it is better than Sha Gong.

Faced with this kind of scene, Hong Fan responded calmly.

"You're too polite......"

He put on a gentle and reserved smile, returned the salute one by one, and took the initiative to step aside and ask them to pass first.

After a few moments, the flow of people walked out of the courtyard along the corridor.

Hong Ming wanted to greet the outsiders, so he exchanged glances with his nephew, and quickly followed.

Under the eaves of the corridor, Hong Chen inevitably faced Hong Fan.

"Brother Fan, I haven't seen you for a long time."

She said, barely squeezing out a smile.

"The last time was the Hesheng Festival in May."

Hong Fan replied, but there was no embarrassment.

"I failed to say hello to the eldest lady more, because I was negligent."

As he spoke, he took the initiative to salute the two ladies, and his posture and expression were the same as when he first met those stewards and accounts, and there was no hatred or resentment to be seen.

"I still have an appointment with a few elders, so I'll go first."

Hong Fan spoke again, no longer greetings, and went straight through.

Seeking virtue followed behind, looking at the nose and nose and heart, and even the breath was cut back to seven points.

PS: Yesterday at the end of the chapter so many readers said that I was short, this is debatable.

In my last book, I used to have 41,200 words a day, but now I often have 4,5600, sometimes 7,800.

In addition, you should have noticed that although I don't have many words per chapter, I will never add anything to the book that I can't make the quality of the book better.

In the big picture, I won't write a plot that is useless to the story.

On the small side, describe the scene only when there is a need for a blend of scenes, and be sure to keep it short, preferably in one line, no more than three sentences (a lesson from the previous book).

In terms of combat, I will be relatively detailed, try to write the sense of picture and the logic of the dismantling of the moves, and use more rhetorical devices to improve the coherence of the reading.

So to be reasonable, it shouldn't be short, right?

(End of chapter)