Lord of the Desert

Chapter 33 He Shengjie

"Uh, maybe Zhu Yiqi is not available..."

Hong Shan made a guess.

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

A family armed with dozens of people, how can there be anything that can't be missing?

Hong Fan nodded silently, instead of asking directly, he went back to the inner room, brought a cake of tea, and handed it to Hong Shan.

"Recently, Grandpa Shan has been very tired because of my affairs. This Pu'er cake 'Tiannanzhi' has been aged for seven years. Grandpa Shan please accept it."

He spoke quite calmly, not showing any emotions or anger, let alone flattering, but his expression was very sincere.

Hong Shan didn't want to accept it at first, but the old man had nothing but tea, so seeing Hong Fan's insistence, he finally accepted it.

Because of this, the matter was not settled properly, so he scratched his beard instead, and he had to come up with some more words anyway.

"Actually, for your sake, I met with Young Master Sheng and Master Ming twice."

Hong Shan's voice lowered, but Aunt Liu had already avoided to the back room knowingly.

The Mr. Sheng he was talking about was Hong Sheng, Zhu Yiqi's nominal person in charge—of course, Hong Sheng's main task now was still cultivation, so he hardly showed up in actual management.

Master Ming's full name is Hong Ming. According to the genealogy, he is of the same generation as Hong Jian. He is Hong Fan's distant cousin and the real manager of Zhu Yiqi.

"Of course Master Ming has no objection, Mr. Sheng can't reply."

Hong Shan continued.

"But after I chatted with Mr. Sheng, I privately felt that he has a crush on you."

"Brother Fan, this may mean that he has got someone else, so it's hard to make a quick decision."

After the old man finished speaking, he seemed to be relieved, and then he picked up the teacup and drank the half-cold tea.

"Grandpa Shan, I understand."

Hong Fan nodded and replied.

He guessed it with his toes, probably the eldest lady was playing tricks again.

As the actual third expert in the family (Hong Li is getting old), Hong Sheng is also the eldest son, and no one can control him except two or three people.

Among them, Hong Jian, who was the patriarch, and Hong Wu, who served as the judge of Jinhai City, had no reason to find Hong Fan's troubles.

So it can only be the Hong Chen family.

As for Da Furen's thoughts, it's easy to guess.

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

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

"In short, I will help you take care of this matter. If Zhu Yiqi can't get through here, I will definitely be able to find other places to go."

After finishing his words, Hong Shan left a promise, took the cake of Pu'er and left on crutches.

Hong Fan sent him out, then sat back at the table and thought about it.

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

However, most of these methods need to find someone to clear up, owe favors, and future troubles are inevitable.

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

"What is Auntie going to do?"

Hong Fan asked.

"It will be He Sheng Festival in a few days. As usual, I have to go to a tailor to make a new suit for the young master."

Aunt Liu replied with a smile.

Hong Fan's heart skipped a beat when he heard the words.

On this He Sheng Festival, he might be able to borrow a piece of the wind.

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May [-]th, He Sheng Festival.

Dahua Kyushu has a population of over tens of millions, and most of them don't know about this festival.

At first, the festival celebrated the military victory of Jinhai City against the snake people, so the scope of celebration was limited to a few small cities in the west of Liangzhou.

However, after years of change, the He Sheng Festival has now been transformed into a festival to bless the younger generation.

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

Just at Shen Shizheng ([-] o'clock in the afternoon), more than a hundred Hong family children in their teens and twenties gathered in Mingshan Hall, the largest in the Hong Mansion, and more than a dozen tables of banquets with cold dishes prepared in advance.

In the empty square in the mansion, there are also invited theater troupes singing majestic tunes.

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

It's also interesting to say that when he went to school together, he didn't have any friendship with these "classmates".

But after more than ten days of separation, when they met again, there was an unprecedented enthusiasm.

Not long after, when everyone was seated one by one, the Mingshan Hall gradually became quiet for no reason.

After a while, the sound of footsteps gradually sounded from the back door beside the main hall.

What came out was a middle-aged man with a square face and a strong figure.

He was dressed in a vermilion robe, a wide belt inlaid with jade, and stood with his hands behind his back in the hall.

Everyone stared at him, and their tongues became dry unconsciously, as if they were watching a handful of burning flames.

【He is Hong Jian, the head of the Hong family, a congenital warrior, and a hereditary captain of Zhen Guo. 】

Hong Fan thought.

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

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

On the first table in the middle, Hong Sheng got up and ordered.

Everyone stood up and saluted.

"Don't be too polite."

Hong Jian pressed his hand and spoke.

His voice was extremely rough, as if dehydrated gravel were rubbing against each other.

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

Hong Jian glanced over the crowd.

"If you don't accumulate steps, you can't reach thousands of miles; if you don't accumulate small streams, you can't form rivers and seas."

"I hope you will take a steady step and never let go of your original aspirations. This will be a comfort for your life."

"Okay, let's have a seat."

Hong Jian turned and left after a few words that lacked emotion and could even be said to be bland.

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

Then, Ming Shan Tang really became lively.

As one of the annual festivals in Jinhai City, today's banquet has rich dishes, and more importantly, everyone is allowed to drink.

He Sheng He Sheng, if there is no Dukang, what a congratulatory bird?

At Hong Fan's table, everyone was pushing glasses and changing glasses, talking non-stop.

As the only penetrator at the table, Hong Fan received a lot of compliments, and he raised his glass to respond to each of them.

Hong Ping, who had always claimed 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 ate his food with a smile and didn't reply.

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

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

Hong Ping's face immediately turned evil.

A banquet passed in Xuanteng.

The last part of the He Sheng Festival is a representative elder who sends messages and presents to each of the children.

This is also everyone's second expectation today.

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

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

As in previous years, the duty of presenting gifts falls on the eldest lady.

"Brother Zhang, I heard from Uncle Sheng that you have improved this year compared to last year, but you have to make persistent efforts!"

She took the main seat and handed a red brocade bag to a young man in his twenties.

The latter is more than grateful.

People went up and down, and the process went very quickly, and soon it was the turn of the seventeen or eighteen-year-olds who were still studying ethnology.

(End of this chapter)