Lord of the Desert

Chapter 50
"We in Jinhai are doing business with the snake people. The Chi family is doing the business, but both we and the Li family have shares to contribute."

Hong Jian stared at his son and said slowly.

Hong Fan nodded when he heard the words, his face was as flat as a lake.

Now the three of them were even more surprised by his calmness.

They thought they would see a more violent reaction, such as rage - the so-called youthful spirit, Hong Fan is at the age that can't tolerate sand in his eyes.

"This is indeed a taboo of the court."

After a pause, Hong Wu continued to explain.

"But compared to our own blood feud with the Snakeman, what are the intentions of those nobles in the court?"

He sneered.

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

"Of course not weapons."

"It's mainly various tools, sacrificial vessels, and silk clothing—the snake people pay special attention to blood sacrifices, and the prices of these things are very high over there."

After the opening, Hong Wu simply confessed everything.

"Snake people don't have the technology to make iron or weave?"

Hong Fan immediately asked.

What he thought of at this time was the "Nine-Headed Snake God" in the file.

Among the spirits, the so-called "most humble ancestor dragon" god, whose family members have fought against the human race for many years, but can't weave and forge iron, is ridiculous.

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

Hong Wu replied, getting used to his nephew's speed of making inferences.

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

"They are neither heat-resistant nor cold-resistant. When the temperature is high, they have to find a shady place to sleep, so they can't do the work of burning iron."

"As for the more weaving, it's because of geography—the more you go in the northwest of Jinhai, the more swamp miasma, and the mulberry can't grow."

Hong Wu had been with his elder brother and Ma Jingsha to enter the territory of the Snake people many times, and he personally confirmed the information mentioned in the words.

Hong Fan suddenly realized.

"Brother Fan, it's actually a last resort for the clan to do this."

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

"A few years ago, when King Shagga was still around, our Jinhai was like a raging fire cooking oil.

But under the high momentum, the losses of each company are actually very heavy.

The elders of the generation above your father and I either died in Jinhai or Snake Marsh, and many corpses were not brought back. "

He stopped here and coughed several times, his back arched.

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

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

"Later, the business route of Huaiyang Kingdom was cut off again, and the situation of our three families became worse and worse."

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

"Otherwise, when you entered school, the clan might not even be able to issue Tuigong Wan."

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

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

But under the watchful eyes of the elders, he just breathed a sigh of relief, and replied: "Thank you elders for tolerating the kid's transgression, I understand."

In the study room, the slightly stiff atmosphere quickly softened.

For this summons, Hong Fan mainly has two purposes.

The first is to increase its weight on the basis of Sand World.

The second is to test out the relationship between the Sanjia and the Snake Man.

After traveling for half a year, his practice has gradually been on the right track, and his relationship with Qi Zuojian has become more and more solid, which is equivalent to entering a period of rapid development.

The last thing Hong Fan wanted to see at this time was uncertainty.

If Hong's family is connected with foreigners and is willing to risk the disapproval of the world, he will have prepared a way out early.

Fortunately, it seems that the situation in Jinhai City is similar to the folk smuggling in the Northern Song Dynasty and Xixia in the previous life.

Obviously, both sides have their brains out, but with the tacit approval of the officials, the former still buys horses from the latter, and the latter buys armor from the former.

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

Hong Li reprimanded half-jokingly.

"We are still in the clan, it's not your turn to worry about it. Now there is only one thing in front of you, flying to the sea to pay back!"

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

"It's okay to have emotions."

Hong Li smiled slightly.

"The thing is that Hong Ming led the team. In the end, we lost the least, only two foreign surnames."

"What's more, Sand World has entered my house!"

As he spoke, he looked at Hong Fan with complacent eyes.

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

Hong Fan nodded and replied, "He was stabbed, but the injury is not serious."

Hong Wu snorted coldly: "If you hurt my nephew, if there is a chance to meet him, I will take his head!"

He is nicknamed "King Kong in Fire", he is the second expert in the cultivation of the relationship between heaven and man, and it is appropriate to say this.

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

"It doesn't matter if the head of the four-armed Yaksha is placed on his neck first."

"In the future, when Hong Fan has two points of power to startle Shagong, he can take revenge himself."

He put down the teapot, and gave Hong Fan a final instruction.

"After you go back, take good care of your wounds and don't rush to practice."

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

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After half a month.

On the first day of September, one of the two days of catching up with the big market every month.

Outside the east gate of Jinhai City, flags on high poles fluttered in the wind, and people crowded shoulder to shoulder in the aisle separated by wooden fences.

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 the felt.

This is a comfortable cart with two horses. The whole body is painted with dark red paint, and the Hong family's family crest is printed on both sides.

The car was parked next to the entrance of the market, and the fat driver sitting in front of the car watched the passing passers-by with haughty eyes, forcing them to keep out of the way for three feet.

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

At this time, he was in the state of looking inside, 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, it really isn't that easy."

Hong Fan sighed self-deprecatingly, and opened his eyes.

He raised the curtain of the car slightly, and swept across most of the market with his eyes on the flow of people.

Row upon row of wooden frames and boards, many freshly slaughtered pigs, cattle and sheep were skinned and bled, and dismembered according to the buyer's requirements.

A process like this happened at least hundreds of times in the previous hour.

However, the tens of thousands of catties of livestock in total provided only a small amount of nutrients to Sha Shijie - equivalent to a whole day, it was about half the equivalent of a low-grade Tuigong pill.

It is a pity that it is tasteless.

"Let's go back."

Hong Fan ordered the coachman through the door curtain.

"Young master Fan, you have to order!"

Hearing the host's voice behind him, the fat coachman immediately bowed his back and changed his expression, flatteringly said.

The car is a public car.

A house slave is also a house slave in the clan.

But Hong Fan just passed a word to the butler, and everything was arranged properly.

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

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

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

But it's better than the beginning of the last book. At that time, I could remember a few words scolded by the trolls for several days.

What can I do.

(End of this chapter)