"However, they are not as simple as having a family background. They are backed by a wealthy family in the capital." Fang Xuemao said with a wry smile. I don't know which county the young master in front of me came from. The young master has a sense of justice, but unfortunately he is not deeply involved in the world, so he doesn't know how deep the water in the capital is.
"Old Patriarch Fang, I haven't had time to introduce you yet. This is Mr. Mu Hanyan. After the Mu Clan in Black Rock City, the family is the Mu Clan in the capital, and my grandfather is the patriarch of the clan family." Qu Shanling said with a smile.
"What, the Mu clan in the capital!" Fang Xuemao was taken aback.
"Master Qu, there is no need to say more about these things." Mu Hanyan said modestly. Zirong and the others felt that their teeth were sour. In terms of family background, there were not many people who could beat Mu Hanyan. Moreover, they also vaguely felt that the so-called exile of Mu Hanyan's family to Black Rock City should have hidden secrets. It's not that Mu Hanyan's grandfather doesn't want to see Mu Hanyan, on the contrary, he should attach great importance to it.
Fang Xuemao suddenly realized that this was the case. No wonder he beat up the Rong family without hesitation or mercy. It turned out that he was the descendant of the Mu family in the capital, and he was also the grandson of the head of the Mu family. To him, the Rong family was nothing What
But... who said that just now, what do you hate the most in your life, such a guy who has a little family background but is arrogant, and the heavenly king and I don't pay attention to him, or is it just a little family background, what's so great about it. Who said this
Looking at Mu Hanyan with a humble face, Fang Xuemao was speechless for a while. Could it be that this is the legendary low-key pretense
Mu Hanyan ignored the astonished and speechless Fang Xuemao, and came to the boy and helped him up.
"Is there something wrong, does the injury matter?" Mu Hanyan asked, taking out a bottle of healing medicine and handing it over.
"It's okay, thank you for saving my life, it will be a big reward in the future." The young man was not hypocritical, took out the wound medicine and swallowed a few, and said to Mu Hanyan solemnly, clasping his hands.
Seeing him looking like a little adult, Mu Hanyan couldn't help but want to laugh, and was afraid of hurting his self-esteem, so he could only bear it.
"Laugh if you want, and be careful not to hold back your internal injuries." The young man probably got used to the weird eyes of others looking at him, sighed, and said old-fashioned.
"Hahahaha." Mu Hanyan and the others couldn't help laughing. It's so cute, Mu Hanyan really wanted to reach out and pinch this young man's tender face, but she held back for fear of being misunderstood.
"Young Master Mu, Master Qu, let's go to the village and rest for a while. It's a little rough, but I've wronged you." Fang Xuemao said embarrassingly.
"Then interrupt." Mu Hanyan was thinking about the vortex formed by the power of the earth that day, and did not refuse, and walked towards the village first.
Although the village has been deserted for thousands of years, after the Fang family took care of it, it looks clean and tidy, and it has a bit of vitality.
In addition to the members of the Fang clan, dozens of swordsmen from afar gathered in the village. Seeing that the Fang family's troubles had passed, they each took out exotic flowers and plants or meteorite gold ore they found from the Longyan Mountains and traded them on the spot. needed.
Mu Hanyan looked carefully, and they found that the quality of these treasures was very good, even better than those that appeared in the Nanyan Chamber of Commerce market.
And just as Mu Hanyan and his party were walking in, more than a dozen more swordsmen entered the village one after another. Looking at the smiles on their faces and the bags behind them, it was obvious that they had gained a lot.
"The business in this city is pretty good." Mu Hanyan had been in the Southern Tobacco Chamber of Commerce for a while, and had some experience. Knowing that although the business in Fangjiafang City is far from being comparable to that of the Nanyan Chamber of Commerce, the steady flow of water can also make a good profit, which can ensure that the Fang family has no worries about food and clothing. What's more, the quality of Tiancaidibao in the market is not bad, and the reputation will increase over time, so the business will definitely be booming.
"To be honest, the Longyan Mountains are more than two thousand miles ahead, which is also the natural border between our Anyun Kingdom and Shangyue Kingdom. Because this section of the mountain range is steep and dangerous, it is extremely difficult to pass through. The business road outside the village is also The two countries are connected by plank roads. Since the great war thousands of years ago, the commercial roads have been closed and the plank roads have been destroyed, and it is even more sparsely populated.
But just over ten years ago, someone discovered a shortcut to enter the Longyan Mountains. It is said that following this shortcut into the mountain, there are not only countless rare flowers and grass meteorite gold ores, but also extremely high quality, so many people come to practice treasure hunting.
Before our Fang family didn't come, they all went back to the capital to trade. Since we built this Fangshi, many people don't bother to travel back and forth anymore. They all trade here. We will also spend some spare money to buy some for them to use. No, the treasures of heaven and earth will be sold back to the capital. If not, our Fang family would not be able to survive until now. "Fang Xuemao didn't hide anything, and said frankly.
"Patriarch Fang has a good vision. With this market, the Fang family will turn around sooner or later." Qu Shanling praised.
"I'm afraid it's difficult. How could the Rong family give our Fang family a chance to turn around? Sooner or later they will come to our door." Fang Xuemao said with a wry smile.
Mu Hanyan didn't say a word. Although she felt sympathy for what happened to the Rong family, she would help if she couldn't stand it anymore, but she was not a great sage who helped the world and saved people. You can't stay here and guard the Fang family all the time, waiting to stand up for them.
"Old Patriarch Fang, don't be too pessimistic. There is such a peerless talent among the descendants of the Fang family, there will always be a day of comeback." Qu Shanling also knows that he is incapable of being the master of the Fang family, let alone force Mu Hanyan to control the situation. No business, so he glanced at the boy and said comfortingly.
"You mean Xiao Linzi?" Fang Xuemao looked at the young man, shook his head and said, "I wish he was the descendant of my Fang family, but unfortunately not, he was picked by me."
"Picked it back?" Qu Shanling said in surprise.
"Well, it's been more than a year. I saw him wandering around the village alone in a daze, as if he was seriously ill, and his whole body was burning like fire. I couldn't tell who he was and where his home was. Such a small child, wandering alone, and seriously ill, will die sooner or later in this sparsely populated place. I saw him pitifully, so I stayed.
At that time, I didn't find anything strange about him. After he recovered from his illness, I realized that his strength was getting stronger day by day. Later, he was a swordsman of the sixth and seventh ranks. I tried to teach him a little bit of kung fu, but no one expected that in less than three months, he would have the fifth level of swordsmanship.
Fortunately, since then, his strength hasn't changed much, and the speed of improving his cultivation has also slowed down. Otherwise, I would have been scared to death by him. "Fang Xuemao said.
"You didn't try to help him find his family?" Mu Hanyan interjected in surprise. A seven or eight-year-old child has only practiced for three months, and he has the fifth level of swordsmanship. If he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, Mu Hanyan would have thought he was listening to a fairy tale.