The big rivers and lakes that attack

Chapter 212 The Old Man
Miao Suan City, in an ordinary house.

Hong Wen, a middle-aged man whose name is Zhide, and Hong Chuchen, who was dressed in a big red dress, stood respectfully in the courtyard.

Not long after, an old man with a cold and handsome face came out pushing a wheelchair. There was a fat old man sitting on the wheelchair, with kind eyes and kind eyes.

Hong Zhide quickly bowed: "I have seen my father, I have seen Uncle Lin."

Hong Chuchen knelt down and said, "I have seen my grandfather, I have seen Master Feng."

On the wheelchair, the kind fat old man smiled and said: "Get up, get up, what are you doing? Zhide, you are too strict with the little red girl. This girl is very good. Your children are better than the rest of the room." stronger."

Hong Zhide bowed and said: "Don't dare to be a father and lord to praise, the juniors in the second uncle and fourth uncle's room are also very outstanding, but the son's side is nothing, even the youngest can do it."

"Xiao Qi is also very good. I heard that he walked [-] miles in the ruins..." The fat old man said so, and sighed: "Speaking of which, your second uncle and your fourth uncle left early."

"I think back then, we were 18 brothers and we did business together in Chenzhou. At first, we gave bodyguards, and later, we opened a business and a bank. Back then..."

It's the same thing again. In recent years, my grandfather has been really confused. He always said these things. They were 18 brothers at the beginning. A few died at first, and a few more died later, creating a bright future.

Always say to be nicer to the other couples, to be patient if you can bear it, to give some benefits if you can, it's so annoying.I didn't even look at how the other rooms treated us.

I always think about your brotherhood back then, those people are dead, you are the helm of "Clearly Baihong Family Hall", the head of the Mingtang family, but let your own branch suffer.

Thinking this way, Hong Chuchen knelt on the ground listening to the fat old man's nagging, and slandered for a while.

"Yes yes yes, my lord father is right, we are a family, and I can't write two words in one stroke, my child will write it down."

The old man in the wheelchair said something stupid, but the middle-aged man agreed.

"Oh, then you go, let me say a few words to my little grandson, Xiaohong, can you walk with grandpa?"

Hong Zhide bowed and left the yard.

Hong Chuchen stood up, took the wheelchair from the thin old man, kept silent, and pushed it respectfully to the bluestone path between the courtyard and the forest.

"I think back then, grandpa could fly, but he can't do it now. He is over 180 years old, with old arms and legs. It has been more than 150 years since Hong Jiatang established a name. I think back then..."

The fat old man patted his forehead and said with a smile: "You think grandpa is confused, don't you? Grandpa is indeed confused. By the way, Chuchen, how old are you this year?"

Hong Chuchen said respectfully, "Two out of thirty."

"It's not too young. When grandpa was fighting with his brothers, he was younger than you. How old was that? Oh, he was probably in his teens."

The fat old man sighed: "Grandpa is getting old and can't remember many things clearly. However, although Grandpa is confused, he can see some things clearly. For example, the person from the Banshanmen."

Hong Chuchen was stunned for a moment, but did not speak.

The fat old man said: "I understand Bai Hong's family, we clearly do business with you and make friends with you, but you can't count us, is this the truth?"

Hong Chuchen opened his mouth, wanting to say something.

"There are so many secret calculations here." The old man interrupted her, patted the armrest, and sighed: "You are still young, you don't understand these things, grandpa understands."

"In this world, there are some people who spend ten to twenty years, or even fifty years, just to set up a plan. That Li, what, Haoran...Brother Zhan Feng, is that the name?"

The lean old man who followed closely said: "Yes."

The fat old man nodded, and said: "Li Haoran, according to Xiaohong, what is the origin of this person? Why did the majestic seventh-rank 'Sword Master' go to the northwest border?"

"Have you considered these things? Also, Xiaohong, you reported that the word 'going home' is always mentioned in his notebook. Where is his home? Why can't he go home? These things Have you considered it?"

Hong Chuchen was stunned.

The fat old man smiled slightly, turned to look at the thin old man: "Brother Zhan Feng, why do you think he can't go home?"

The thin old man said: "His hometown has enemies, very powerful enemies."

"En." The fat old man in the wheelchair nodded and said, "What do you think his enemy will be like?"

The thin old man said: "First, the 'Sword Master' like me, this is an internal affair, and others dare not interfere. Second, several big figures from Taoism and Buddhism."

"Third, the power of the four knives, fourth, the dragon who catches the phoenix in the 'Fengtang', fifth, the surnames of the 'Wan Shi Clan'. Sixth, the Demon Gate. he thinks."

The fat old man nodded slightly, motioned Hong Chuchen to stop the wheel, patted the back of her hand, and said, "Do you understand?"

Hong Chuchen remained silent.

The old man smiled and said: "I locked you up these days to let the people in charge of each room talk about these things, hold a few meetings, and let them think about whether this is worth it."

"Their conclusions, including your father's, are not worth it. This is not because of the geographical map of the ruins, but because of the question of whether it is worth investing in him. The group of them quarreled a lot. months."

"For grandpa, the risk is too great and it's not worth it. But our Mingtang business has always been based on making friends. Being safe has the benefits of being safe, and taking risks has the benefits of taking risks."

"You want to make friends with him. That's your own personal friendship. It has nothing to do with Ming Tang. It's clear that he is a guest in the hall, and you only do things according to your own rules. Xiaohong, do you understand?"

Hong Chuchen was startled.

"I'm old and confused, brother Zhan Feng, I'm a little tired."

As the fat old man said, he squinted his eyes and let out a sigh.

The thin old man took the armrest of the wheelchair, glanced at Second Sister Hong, and said, "Tell that dog, if you want the geographical map of Mingtang's ruins, pass me first."

Talking, pushing the wheelchair and leaving.

Hong Chuchen stood on the spot in a daze, and after a long time, turned around and left.

The Hong family lived in Chenzhou for generations, and they were not called Mingtang in the early years, but Hongjiatang. Although they had a rich family background and were regarded as a considerable force in the local area, they were far from being comparable to what they are now, and they were not even comparable to the Jiang family in Fanzhou back then. Fort compared.

Until the generation of the ancestors of the Hong family, eighteen brothers came out of one family. These 18 people were not from the same father and mother, but eighteen uncles and brothers in a big family.

Of course, there were only 18 of them in that generation, and there were some other brothers, but these 18 were considered the most outstanding Hong family children at that time, and others called them "Hong's Eighteen Beasts".

(End of this chapter)