Really unable to see Xiao Han's uneducated appearance, Ren Qing, with a dark face, whispered an explanation in his ear.
"Ancestral hall?" Xiao Han was stunned when he heard the words, and then he noticed: the house in front is indeed a little different from ordinary houses. There is no common front yard or backyard, only a solitary house, standing alone in the valley.
It seems very weird.
"This is the Feng family ancestral hall?!"
A flash of lightning flashed across his mind, and Xiao Han suddenly remembered that two days ago, Feng Ang went out of the city to greet Mrs.
However, Xiao Han still felt a little puzzled: Why should such a good ancestral hall be built here?! Aren't you afraid that it will be destroyed by wild beasts running out of the mountains?
Moreover, this old guy was so good that he led me to see his ancestral hall when he had nothing to do. What was the purpose of this?
He looked at Feng An suspiciously, but Feng An didn't pay attention to Xiao Han's eyes at this moment. He just looked at the lonely ancestral hall in the rain curtain with a solemn face.
"Xiao Hou."
A deep voice came through the sound of rain. At this moment, Feng An changed from the casual and relaxed attitude when he came. Not only did his face look extremely solemn, but even his voice was a bit hoarse.
"Mr. Feng!"
Seeing this scene, Xiao Han didn't dare to play tricks anymore. He also solemnly bowed his hand to Feng An and whispered a promise.
Hey, even my ancestors have moved out now. It seems that the half-truth and half-false conversation between the two yesterday is finally coming to fruition.
When the time came to reveal the final answer, Xiao Han felt that his originally anxious heart had calmed down.
On the way just now, even though he was talking and laughing freely and seemed to have nothing on his mind, who knew that under that smile, his worry and hesitation never disappeared for even a minute or a second!
"Do you know, Marquis Xiao, how many tablets are there in this ancestral hall?" Feng An's voice came again through the sound of rain. Although it was not loud, it was extremely clear.
"I don't know!" Xiao Han shook his head honestly.
"The listed tablets cost three hundred and twenty-nine yuan!" Feng Ang smiled, but the corners of his mouth seemed to be smiling, but there was no smile in his eyes!
"These are all the ancestors of the Feng family who sacrificed their lives on this land when Lingnan was developed! Only those who have made great contributions to Lingnan and the Feng family can enter this ancestral hall and enjoy the blood of the descendants of my Feng family.
Eat incense!"
"Zhonglietang?"
After hearing Feng Ang's words, these three words immediately appeared in Xiao Han's mind, but soon he suppressed them forcefully.
Zhonglie Hall is dedicated to people who have made great contributions to the country, regardless of one surname or one family! Obviously, the ancestral hall in front of you has not reached the height of Zhonglie Hall.
"The Feng family's contribution to Lingnan will never be forgotten by the people of Lingnan, the court will not forget it, and neither will your Majesty!"
Putting away his umbrella, Xiao Han took a deep breath, ignoring the drizzle in the sky, and solemnly saluted the ancestral hall in the rain.
"Hahaha, you won't forget?" Feng Ang looked at Xiao Han who was bowing to salute, and also threw down his umbrella, soaking in the rain together and said: "But Xiao Hou, do you think that just because you won't forget, you can forget it?"
Will all the Feng family’s hundreds of years of hard work be wiped out?”
"No!"
Xiao Han shook his head slowly, but a strange color flashed in his lowered eyes.
At this time, he had vaguely guessed why Feng An brought him here. But, for bargaining, you don't have to bring up your ancestors, right?
Let's sit down, boil a pot of soju, and have a good chat. Isn't it better than being caught in the rain like two idiots?
"No?"
Feng Ang obviously didn't know that Xiao Han had thought of this, and he still said angrily: "Then Xiao Hou thinks that the family business that the Feng family's ancestors worked so hard to build should be chopped off with a light knife like this?"
"This..." Xiao Han hesitated for a moment after hearing this, but when he saw Feng An's eyes quickly turning red, he shook his head decisively and said, "You shouldn't!"
Feng Ang pointed at Xiao Han and laughed sadly: "Hahaha, no, no! Then why is Xiao Hou here?"
Xiao Han stared at the fingers as thick as carrots, took a deep breath and said: "Save you, save the Feng family!"
"The Feng family is very good and does not need saving!"
"No, although the Feng family looks good now, it is actually in danger!"
"Hmph, it's as dangerous as an egg? Xiao Hou is exaggerating a bit!"
"I never tell lies, but it rains heavily here. Why don't we find a place to take shelter from the rain and have a frank and detailed talk?"
"Okay! Please!"
When Xiao Han spoke, he originally thought: He could just find a place on a cliff or under a giant tree to take shelter from the rain, so that he wouldn't be exposed to the rain like this.
But he didn't expect that after hearing his suggestion, Feng Ang nodded, pointed directly towards the ancestral hall, and invited him to come in and talk!
By the way, is this place a place for conversation?
However, although he cursed in his heart, seeing the rain outside getting heavier and heavier, Xiao Han still nodded!
Isn't it just an ancestral hall? What's so scary? Those Feng family ancestors can't really jump out and strangle themselves to death!
But if you keep getting wet like this and get gonorrhea and die, you might have to go see them. Then, you can't defeat this big group of people alone!
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In the empty ancestral hall, Ren Qing did not come in, nor did Feng An's entourage, so now inside, only Xiao Han and Feng An sat facing each other.
Sitting on the ground obediently, on their side were hundreds of dark tablets.
On the other side, there were doors and windows that were rustled by the wind and rain!
Seeing such a scene, even though Xiao Han was a staunch atheist, he still felt an uncontrollable tingle in his heart.
"Xiao Hou!" Smiling solemnly at Xiao Han, Feng Ang took the lead and said, "Now you can tell me how our Feng family is in such danger!"
"Ning family!" Xiao Han tried hard to control himself not to look at the densely packed memorial tablets, and said, "Feng Gong also knows what the Ning family is now!"
"Ning Changzhen's family?" Feng Ang narrowed his eyes and sneered: "Of course I know! But I won't be as stupid as him, and go to see the King of Hell in a daze without explaining anything about the funeral!"
Xiao Han smiled bitterly: "Mr. Feng, you don't really think that Ning Changzhen has no backup plan, do you? How could such a powerful person not think of what's going on behind the scenes?"
"The old man drove his son away, and only one was left!"
"Uh, forgive me for talking too much! Is there anyone who is capable of inheriting Mr. Feng's mantle?"
"That old man, that old man..." At this moment, Feng Ang was speechless. Although he had many sons, none of them stood out!
"Feng Gong doesn't want to say: in the worst case, he will turn against him, right?"
Xiao Han seemed to have seen through Feng Ang's thoughts and said softly: "But Mr. Feng, how many times do you think your son can withstand that kind of weapon?"
