Lord of the Desert

Chapter 15 Three birds with one stone

The next day, March thirteenth.

Jinhai City, a small courtyard adjacent to Hong Mansion.

Jiang Youde, the eldest son of the Jiang family, sent the doctor out of the courtyard, presented Cheng Yi, and returned to the wing room.

His good brother Jiang Youcai was lying on his stomach in the back room, moaning in pain from time to time.

The mother-in-law of the Jiang family wiped her tearful eyes while accompanying the bed.

Jiang Youde's small courtyard was only purchased last year, and there are wing rooms and suites on both sides of it. In terms of furnishings and layout, it is two grades better than Hong Fan's.

This is also the reason why his younger brother was placed here to recuperate.

Unlike the other two family members, the tough man who was born in the same family had been released from slavery two years ago.

As a martial artist who penetrates the realm, Jiang Youde ranks among the Hong family's elite armed "Zhu Yiqi" and enjoys the first-class treatment in the family.

But at this time, there was only frost on his face, and there was no spirit.

"Da Lang, I know you have always thought that Mother is ignorant, but this time, you must listen to Mother!"

The mother-in-law of the Jiang family came out of the back room and sat down next to the eldest son, bringing a bit of sulfur and excrement smell.

"Just this month, when your younger brother's injury is better, you can go to Mr. Sheng and retreat from Zhu Yiqi..."

Seeing her son opening his mouth to speak, she grabbed his hand and let him listen to her finish.

"I learned about what happened last month from the housekeeper—you went to sweep up the biggest bandit in the Golden Sea, 'Sea Flying', and there was one death and one injury."

"I know you're not afraid, but your father left early, but you two are the only ones who are your mother—there are so many good hands in the clan, how can you be the only one missing?"

The mother-in-law of the Jiang family shed tears again as she spoke.

"You're already 27, and you haven't even started a family—your Yanliu Kung Fu has also been stuck for two years."

"I've heard in private that you Zhu Yiqi are all hard-pressed to make progress first..."

Jiang Youde wanted to reply, but seeing the old mother's tearful eyes, he finally had to grit his teeth and remain silent.

After a while, he finally agreed in a muffled voice: "Okay, old lady, I'll go to Mr. Sheng later and say yes."

As soon as these words came out, the mother-in-law of the Jiang family stopped her tears immediately, only feeling that the sky outside the window was a little brighter.

"That's good, that's good, Dalang, you finally understand the painstaking efforts of being a mother!"

She got up from her chair and walked around the room rubbing her hands together.

"I heard that the ethnology is just short of a teacher, which is safe and decent; isn't it a good match for the skills you earned in the battlefield?!"

The Jiang family's mother-in-law had already made up her mind.

"There is one more advantage to this."

"Master Ping is now studying ethnology. If you go, you will have to communicate with him every day."

"With this friendship and the face you have accumulated with Young Master Sheng, he will never be so irritable and harsh to your brother in the future."

Hearing this, Jiang Youde couldn't help nodding his head, thinking that his mother was thinking properly this time.

But just when he was at ease, the Jiang family's wife changed the subject.

"There's another person in this family school, and I want you to pay attention to it—that's Hong Fan from the Changfang!"

At the mention of this name, the furrows on her face deepened.

"Just on the day of Xingjun's funeral banquet, this kid accused his mother of being tricky in front of outsiders. Now I am peeing and feces every day, and the clothes on my body have to be washed three times to get rid of the smell."

Hearing what his mother said, Jiang Youde's jawline couldn't help but tense.

He knew that he might not be right about Hong Fan's complaint, but Jiang Jiadalang felt resentment in his heart when his old lady was involved.

"And your brother's two dogs, shiny and shiny, why did they die suddenly? On the night they bit Liu..."

The mother-in-law of the Jiang family paused.

"If you ask me, Hong Fan must have poisoned him to death."

As soon as these words came out, Jiang Youde couldn't help laughing out loud.

"Old lady, that dog meat was eaten by several housekeepers later, it was very delicious, where did the poison come from..."

The mother-in-law of the Jiang family was slightly embarrassed, but she refused to accept it: "What do you know, what can poison a dog may not be able to poison a person."

After uncovering this problem, she sat down again and gave her eldest son a slap in the face.

"Dalang, you have always been capable; when you go to ethnology and get to know Master Li well, you must pay back Hong Fan several times when you find the opportunity!"

"If you don't give him some strength, this kid really thinks he is a superior young master!"

Jiang Youde curled his lips when he heard the words, and then said solemnly: "Old lady, we can't talk nonsense about these things, after all his surname is Hong!"

"So what about the one surnamed Hong? I've been in the mansion all my life, and I still don't know how much Madam hates this Hong Fan?"

The Jiang family's mother-in-law raised her voice.

"Last time at the banquet, he sued me for being tricky, but it was Da Furen's face; with Da Furen's temperament, I don't know how angry I am!"

The old woman thumped the table hard, not giving her son any room to interrupt.

"Dalang, listen to your mother about this matter, this matter is not just my idea - please ask the housekeeper, but you have hinted at me, saying that it is the order of the eldest lady!"

"Based on Zhu Yiqi's face, what's the hindrance to finding someone to treat Hong Fan? Master Li won't bother!"

"I'm begging the housekeeper to say that, as long as we agree to this matter, my mother's errand will be able to turn around..."

Speaking of this, the Jiang family's mother-in-law's tone became urgent.

"What do you say about this arrangement for my mother? That's one stone hitting three birds!"

Her words were full of complacency, and her pair of small eyes looked at Jiang Youde expectantly.

"Da Lang, you are a filial child, you don't want your old lady to spend every day in the toilet, do you?"

"..."

Speaking of this, Jiang Jia Dalang has no other choice but to acquiesce.

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In a blink of an eye, half a month has passed.

The days have turned to the third day of April, and the spring in Jinhai City has come to its last.

Hong Fan sat cross-legged on the bed to induce air circulation, continuously flushing the sea of ​​blood in the viscera.

About half an hour later, he felt that the last part of Tui Gong Wan's medicinal power in his body had been digested.

"The internal organs that need to be soaked in the Chongmai surface, I have completed the internal organs, and only a small half is left."

Hong Fan opened and closed his ten fingers, feeling full and strong from the inside out.

"According to the speed of this more than half a month, it will take about two to three months for me to reach the peak of inner vision."

"Of course, this is a situation where Tugong Wan is full."

During this period of time, Hong Fan's mood was stable and he had enough food. Coupled with the three Tui Gong pills privately given by the teacher, his practice immediately got on the fast track.

Compared with memory, the speed of progress is a full three times.

"If I had maintained this pace when I entered school two and a half years ago, I should have advanced to the Tongtong Realm for a long time now."

Hong Fan got up and got out of bed, feeling a little regretful.

Of course, this is a purely ideal situation - even Hong Ping and Hong An don't have the practice treatment full of high-quality resources.

Tui Gong Wan is expensive.

One coin per month for the children who enter school is already a lot of expenses in the clan.

"Comprehensively, martial arts resources have the greatest impact on the speed of practice."

Hong Fan said to himself.

For the whole month of March, plus the one distributed by the clan, he consumed a total of four Tuigong pills.

Among them, the issued one was of medium quality, and its effect lasted for five days, while the three taught were all top-quality, and one could last for eight days.

The four add up to exactly one month.

[Because of the sand world, the duration of Tuigong Wan has been shortened by half...]

Hong Fan weighed carefully and thought.

Since its activation, the Dragon Soul Tree of unknown origin has played a passive role—every share of ingested resources has been equally distributed by it to Yanliu Gong and Sand World, ensuring that there is always a balance between different sources of power.

Before Xingjun's identity was exposed, this was equivalent to every penny invested by Hong Fan, only half of which was converted into immediate combat power.

(End of this chapter)