Chapter 8

"Speaking of which, how did this kid think of buying Seven Cliff Grass? A concubine can't use that much even for bathing,"

"and I haven't heard of him taking any concubine at all. He hasn't even grown his hair, and the marriage contract with the Xue family hasn't been fulfilled yet!"

Old Master Heng Xiu, the brothers Heng De, and a group of people rushed to the East Garden in the rain. Heng Wei couldn't help but ask.

Heng De looked proud: "Maybe my son has been hiding his clumsiness, actually he is gifted and can do what ordinary people can't!"

"Forget it!" Heng Wei said: "It's more like squandering what ordinary people can't!"

Heng De kept a straight face: "Eldest brother, my son has made a contribution this time, I don't like to hear such farting words!"

"You..."

Heng Wei wanted to argue, but Old Master Heng waved his hand: "Alright, whatever the reason, we'll know when we ask him!"

An elder next to him nodded and said: "That's right, ask him and it will be clear. However, what is he doing now?"

Heng De was stunned for a moment, then looked superior: "After my son's health recovered, he became much more sensible. If there are no accidents, he should be reading in his room at this time!"

"Really?" Heng Wei and the group were a bit unsure.

Old Master Heng stroked his beard: "Hmm, regardless of whether this child has ability or can practice, turning over a new leaf is also a good child!"

At this time, they arrived at the East Garden gate, and everyone stopped and looked inside.

Looking at this, even a good-tempered person was angered to the point of exploding.

I saw the Young Master Xian sitting at a stone table under a rain shelter in the courtyard, wearing strange tailored clothes, with a white cloth tied around his neck,

holding a small knife in his left hand and a fork in his right, cutting a piece of meat,

and there was a blood-red fruit juice of unknown origin beside him.

Servants sat in a circle around him, and a dozen little maids in strange dresses were dancing a big dance in the middle.

Although they didn't understand what this was doing, it looked very extravagant and lustful at a glance!

The key is, what is he sitting on?

The head statue of the Heng family's greatest Yuan Dan ancestor standing in the East Garden!

The prodigal son is sitting on the ancestor's head?!

Is there still a family?

The passion they had when they came was instantly extinguished a lot!

Especially the more traditional Old Master Heng, who was stimulated by this scene, plus the marriage was not going well: "Descendants are unfilial, discipline is not strict, I have failed the ancestors!"

As he said this, he wanted to draw his sword and commit suicide.

"Father! Impulsive, Father! No need!" Heng De and Heng Wei hurriedly pulled their old man.

A group of elders saw this and hurriedly shouted inside: "Heng Xian, your grandfather is here, hurry up and get up to apologize!"

"Clatter..." The servants only then discovered that they were kneeling in a mess.

Heng Xian glanced over, ate another piece of meat, and then got up, walked to the edge of the shelter, and bowed: "Grandfather, Uncle, Father, Elders, good evening!

Grandfather and Father have come from afar, you've worked hard!"

"Uh!" This neither humble nor arrogant, gentle and polite appearance made the group of people outside the courtyard look at each other, with nowhere to vent their anger.

Old Master Heng suppressed his anger and questioned in a deep voice: "Heng Xian, what is your idea of sitting on the ancestor's head? Mess around if you want, but how can you be disrespectful to the ancestors? Hmm?"

Heng Xian rubbed his nose and said: "This... the acid rain is falling, inviting the ancestors to come in to avoid the rain is really a piece of filial piety from the grandson, sitting on his head is called intergenerational joy."

"Between ordinary people, a grandfather carrying a little grandson around is a manifestation of family harmony."

"And the ancestors carrying me to eat shows that the Heng family will flourish, Grandfather!"

Actually, there was really nothing to sit on, just an abstract stone lump. He didn't think too much about it. Whose ancestor statue is just a head?

"This..." Heng Wei and the group looked at each other.

This kid makes crooked logic sound so reasonable!

Old Master Heng's face also looked much better, and he shook his head noncommittally: "Go see the medicinal herbs!"

A group of people rushed to the medicine warehouse, looking at the mountain of Seven Cliff Grass, feeling excited, and laughed loudly.

When they turned back and saw Heng Xian sitting on the ancestor's head cutting meat again, they were not so angry anymore.

Old Master Heng stroked his beard and asked: "Xian'er, why did you buy Seven Cliff Grass in advance?"

Heng Wei and the group, including his father Heng De, also looked over intently.

Heng Xian didn't even raise his head and said as a matter of course: "I calculated it with my fingers!"

This awesome appearance was obviously not very credible. Corrosive rain of that kind cannot be predicted without the Yuan Dan realm!

Everyone scanned towards Su Wan'er, who was closest to him, and couldn't help but smile. This girl is white and beautiful, and she looks like she was washed out of medicinal herbs!

Heng Wei shook his head and said: "You kid, you made a great contribution by mistake. These medicinal herbs can be sold for at least ten times the profit, profiteering!"

Heng Xian was surprised: "I'm profiteering, what are you happy about? When you wanted to kill me, you didn't say that!"

"..." The smiles of everyone from Old Master Heng down to the group of elders froze on their faces, collectively stunned.

Good guy, so he bought Seven Cliff Grass and it has nothing to do with the family??

Old Master Heng looked at Heng De and flicked his sleeves: "How did you teach the child! Wicked son! You are not allowed to sit on the ancestor's head again!"

He took people and turned to leave.

Only the family members were left in the courtyard.

The father and son looked at each other silently.

After a while, Heng De sighed: "My son is a genius!"

Okay, he praised him directly.

Heng Xian had prepared a bellyful of lines to deal with his father, but they weren't used, so he had to nod: "You flatter me, Father!"

Heng De walked over and tasted a piece of Heng Xian's lamb chop: "But you have to hide your clumsiness, so as not to be envied!"

Heng Xian: "Understood in seconds!"

"How many layers of profit from the Seven Cliff Grass are you going to take?" Heng De pretended to be casual.

Heng Xian was clean and crisp: "Of course, all of it!"

Heng De immediately gave a thumbs up: "Good! Ruthless enough! You have half the style of your father back then!"

Heng Xian nodded: "I concede, Father!"

Heng De hesitated: "But... you are a child after all, you can't really leave the family aside, it's not appropriate, give Father a face, you take three layers!"

Heng Xian shook his head: "I want nine layers!"

Heng De sighed: "Four layers!"

"Eight layers!"

"Five layers, no more!"

"Seven layers, no less!"

"Six layers, you alone have more than the whole family!"

"Deal!"

Heng Xian ate the last piece of lamb meat leisurely.

It was obviously impossible to swallow the profit alone!

Heng De: "Uh..."

Was I tricked by my son?

Tonight is destined to be a sleepless night!

The Seven Cliff Grass medicine fields could not be saved, and all families lost everything!

And they have to face the shortage of Yuan-Returning Pills and the fate of relying on others.

All this could have been avoided!

The stewards and elders of the Ye, Xiao, and Li families, who were originally gathered to discuss cooperation in major businesses, looked at the rain outside and fell silent collectively.

It felt more uncomfortable than eating a fly!

"It seems we were all tricked by that little brat of the Heng family!"

"That little bastard who serves eighteen shouldn't have this ability!"

"Are you saying the Heng family used that kid's hand to paralyze us, to warn us in advance, and to hoard in advance?"

"Very likely, the Heng family is after all the oldest family in our Donglan City, maybe they have some means that ordinary people don't have!"

"Not very likely, this corrosive rain is the majesty of heaven, at least a hidden expert at the Yuan Dan Great Perfection level would have to show up personally to discover it!"

"It seems... that kid really stumbled upon it!"

"This dog shit luck, talent!"

Another silence.

At this time, a chaotic sound of footsteps came from outside, and the servants of the three families came in one after another: "The Patriarch invites the elders to go back to discuss countermeasures!"

(End of chapter)