Lord of the Desert

Chapter 102 Looking at Problems from a Developmental Perspective

The next day, December sixteenth.

The night is fading.

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

Five days have passed since the plane was destroyed at sea.

Hong Fan turned all the essence of life looted by Sand World into cultivation.

Up to the third crowing of the cock today, he has completely penetrated the eighth and ninth canonical channels, and opened five of the 45 acupoints of the tenth "Foot-Yangming Stomach Meridian".

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

Dressed in light autumn clothes, he first enjoyed breakfast warmed by the small stove in the main hall. After opening the door, he heard the regular sound of chopping firewood and deliberately suppressed scolding from the side of the courtyard.

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

This scolding was more than distressing but not harsh enough, it was obviously Aunt Liu.

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

"I'm not trying to show off my abilities, just the slender arm stick of Taohong Liulu. If I don't want to do this kind of rough work in the yard, who will I do?"

Big Tang's voice then rang out, obviously as rough as old iron buried in the soil for many years, but the volume was only softer than Aunt Liu's.

"Besides, I'm using one hand. I deliberately avoided getting hurt..."

Hong Fan followed the sound and turned around the corner of the room, just as he saw Aunt Liu's eyebrows raised upside down, grabbing the ax away.

"Okay, have you hacked the sand bandits and learned to talk back?"

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

She pretended to be stern.

Seeing that the mother-in-law was annoyed, Mr. Tang didn't dare to speak, so he just giggled.

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

"Master, but the two of us woke you up?"

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

Big Tang quickly suppressed his smirk and got up from the wooden pier.

"I'm a warrior, how can I be so delicate?"

Hong Fan replied, walking up to the two of them and asking questions.

"Old Tang, how's the injury on your arm?"

"Almost good!"

Big Tang grinned and raised his arms deliberately.

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

"It's getting better..."

He turned to look at Aunt Liu.

"Auntie, have you taken all the medicines on time?"

Aunt Liu lowered her eyes and replied, "It's all been used..."

"I'm not talking about those golden sore medicines in the past, but the intermittent powder sent by the elder."

Hong Fan insisted on asking again.

No one answered for a while.

After a while, Aunt Liu saw that Mr. Tang was about to speak, so she gave him a quick look and said, "That medicine is too good and expensive. The housekeeper said that a box costs 50 taels."

"Our servants usually do some chores, and it doesn't hurt if the injury heals slowly, so I decided to leave the medicine for the young master to use in the future..."

Hearing this, Hong Fan shook his head and smiled wryly: "My good aunt, what's so cheap about these things?"

"Didn't the family send me 300 taels two days ago?"

"Yesterday, my newly created killing method has been ordered. In a few days, the Martial Arts Academy will give me another 1000 taels..."

Hong Fan spoke earnestly to the two of them.

"Our life is better now than in the past, and the future will be better than now!"

"We have to look at the problem from the perspective of development..."

After the words fell, he glanced at Aunt Liu who was in a daze, and Mr. Tang who was scratching his head. For a while, he felt a little bit like a cow playing the piano.

"Hey, Auntie, I have to go to the clan to do business right now."

"When I come back, if you haven't changed Laotang's intermittent powder, you will force me to do it myself!"

Hong Fan pretended to be serious and threatened.

Then when he raised his palm, several streams of sand sprang out from the ground, turning into flying knives and circling in the pyre for a few times.

Amidst the crackling sound, most of the unsplit firewood split into thin strips and scattered all over the ground.

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Half a quarter of an hour later, Sanjin, the patriarch's exclusive sanctuary in the middle of the Hong Mansion, entered Xiongguangyuan.

Hong Fan turned around the intersection and saw Qiude standing at the door with his hands in his hands and his neck curled up. He had obviously been waiting for a while.

Seeing the Lord coming, the housekeeper begged to straighten his drooping eyebrows, and came up first to say hello.

After exchanging pleasantries, the two passed the gate of the courtyard. Just as they walked through a section of corridor, they happened to see the door of the side room opened. Immediately, a dozen people of various ages poured out—several of them wore glasses, some of them Also with an abacus.

"Second young master, this is the steward and accountant of each family who came to calculate the harvest of Hongduo Mountain."

Qiude explained in a low voice.

"They came over three days ago, and they have spent the night at our house for the past few days."

"It should all be sorted out by now."

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

The man at the front with beards and a bored face was his uncle Hong Ming, and behind were two haggard women—Hong Wu's regular wife, Mrs. Qing, and his long-lost wife, Hong Chen. Shi.

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

As a result, more than a dozen people rushed up one after another.

"Hi, Second Young Master, I'm Chi Wenbin from the Chi family, and I'm in charge of the family."

"Second son, I am Cui Hongzhuang from the Cui family, responsible for managing the clan's shops, markets and other affairs."

"Second Young Master..."

Hong Fan was blocked in the corridor for a while, but couldn't move an inch.

And these visitors' etiquette to him is more solid than when they met "Huo Xuming King" Hong Ming.

These people are not Aunt Liu, and Hong Fan is not the only one in the world who can look at problems from a developmental perspective.

After the First World War in Taishan, he was already the rising dragon that everyone focused on.

A few days ago, the details of the battle in Hongduo Mountain were reported back, which not only confirmed its immediate combat power beyond the realm of penetration, but also made the name of "Desolate War Armor" popular throughout the city.

Up to now, no one in Jinhai doubts the potential of the second son of the Hong family - not only does he have an achievement in life star that surpasses his predecessors, but he also has an excellent talent to drive martial arts and fight with power at the same time.

This is why the stewards are so diligent.

In their eyes, Hong Fan is no longer a young upstart, but the second Shocker.

In other words, there is a high probability that it will be better than Shocking Shagong.

Faced with this situation, Hong Fan responded calmly.

"You guys are too polite..."

He put on a gentle and reserved smile, cupped his hands to return the salutes one by one, and took the initiative to step aside, asking them to pass first.

After a while, people flowed out of the courtyard along the corridor.

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

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

"Brother Fan, long time no see."

she said, forcing a smile.

"The last time was the He Sheng Festival in May."

Hong Fan replied without any embarrassment.

"It was my negligence that I failed to pay more respects to Da Furen."

As he spoke, he took the initiative to salute the two ladies, his posture and expression were the same as when he saw those stewards and accountants just now, without any hatred or resentment.

"I still have an appointment with several elders, so I will go first."

Hong Fan spoke again, no more greetings, and went straight past.

Qiude followed behind, looking at his nose, nose, and heart, and even regained seven points of his breathing.

PS: At the end of the chapter yesterday, so many readers said I was short, this is open to question.

In the last book, I wrote [-] or [-] words every day, but now it is often [-] or [-], and sometimes it is [-] or [-].

In addition, everyone should have discovered that although I don’t have many words in each chapter, I will never be lazy—I will never add anything that can’t improve the quality of the book after I write it.

In a big way, I won't write plots that are useless to the story.

On the small side, only describe the scene when there is a need to blend the scene, and it must be concise, preferably one line, no more than three sentences (the lesson from the slightly more description of the environment in the last book).

In terms of combat, I will be relatively meticulous, try to write the sense of the picture and the logic of dismantling and responding to moves, and use various rhetorical techniques to improve the coherence of reading.

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

(End of this chapter)