Li Feng is a modern person, so of course he could not understand the ancients' emphasis and recognition of the clan. If he was removed from the clan, it would mean that he would not be able to enter the family tree after death and would not be able to enter the ancestral hall. For people of this era, it was a huge thing.

So, after hearing the bad news, my grandmother turned her back on her back.

"Grandma, grandma, what's wrong with you?" Nunu was also frightened, leaving only crying.

Li Feng was quite calm, took out the acupuncture bag he carried with him and put the needles up and down among his grandmother's people. The grandmother woke up with a whine, leaned in Li Feng's arms, and cried silently.

"Let's go, hurry up, you old man, if you die here, wouldn't it be unlucky!" The old shopkeeper waved his sleeves, like driving a flies.

Li Feng slowly helped the old lady stand up. His eyes were never as cold as he was now. He would not get angry if he didn't pay back his debts. However, he actually humiliated their family so much that he suddenly poked Li Feng's scales.

"What a Li silk and satin shop, what a Zhaojun Li family, hahaha--" Li Feng helped the old and brought the young and walked out of the silk and satin shop. His laughter made the old shopkeeper feel a little chilling on his back.

However, he spat with contempt: "A poor person who can write two erroneous poems is only worthy of mentioning the Li family of Zhaojun. It is best to get away. When you see you again next time, you will break your legs!"

As soon as Li Feng's family walked to the door, a middle-aged man with big ears came up. The old shopkeeper quickly called out respectfully and affectionately: "Shisanlang".

Then he pointed at Li Feng again: "Shisanlang, this is the one Feng Master, who was removed from the clan elders, and he actually has the face to beat Qiu Feng."

The fat and big-eared Shisanlang sneered: "Why did my famous Li family have such unworthy descendants? Fortunately, I have been removed from the list and have no relationship with me, Li. Otherwise, I will be exhausted to death by your family sooner or later!"

The grandma finally couldn't help it: "Shisanlang, you came to the door and borrowed five hundred stags of money from my husband. How could you not admit it?"

"Where did you come from the old beggar? Get out!" Li Shisanlang shouted, and immediately a few guys were rushing up to drive them up.

Li Feng glanced at the Li Shisanlang coldly: "We have legs and can walk, but we will never be able to come back when we walk. From then on, we will have no love with Li, Zhaojun, and no longer have any connection. We will live to the death and fight together, and we will not need any psychological burden!"

Li Shisanlang's eyes showed endless ridicule: "Boy, what's the ability? Even if you let the horse go, can you still make a big difference?"

Li Feng no longer argued, and helped his grandmother and walked out of the silk shop with his head held high: the clan members should not blame him for being ruthless. Originally, he had no feelings for these clan members.

Zhang Sanlang, who was waiting outside the door, saw that the family of three came out so soon, Dalang looked angry, and the old lady and the young lady were crying in their eyes. He guessed the truth about the matter and immediately became angry: "Dalang, I'll call you now. I have to smash the Li silk shop today!"

When the little Nunu heard this, she was inspired. She had tears in her big eyes and she clenched her fists and waved her hard: "Yes, Nunu will call Unbeaten Sister now, and beat these bad guys well!"

Seeing that his sister was developing violently, Li Feng waved his hand calmly: "I will deal with this matter."

He turned around and looked at the silk shop with a prosperous business and snorted: "Why use force to solve things that can be solved by commercial means-"

He left with excitement and returned to the clinic, settled his grandmother and Li Nunu, and Li Feng took out a few pieces of paper from the medicine box, put it in his sleeve, and then called Li Qianjun and Li Bubai to take the female soldiers out, but Zhang Sanlang was still leading the way.

After returning to the bustling and lively street market, Li Feng observed it and quickly chose another satin shop. The door was deserted and far inferior to the Li's satin shop opposite.

Standing at the door of the silk shop called "Xuchunfang", and after asking Zhang Sanlang, Li Feng gave orders to Li Qianjun behind him for a while, then walked in alone.

There were no customers in the store, and several young men were napping, and the accountant and shopkeeper behind the counter were even asleep.

"Disciple, what do you need?" A young man immediately greeted someone when he saw him entering the door.

"I'll talk to your boss about a big business." Li Feng was steady and confident.

The shopkeeper immediately stood up. He was just pretending to sleep. This was a middle-aged man in his forties. He was not tall but developed horizontally. His chubby face squeezed his eyes into two slits. However, a shrewd gaze shot out from those slits, but he was looking at Li Feng.

A white dress means not a powerful person; the material of the clothes is average, which shows that they are not a rich family; the accent is different from that of Luoyang, so they should not be local people.

The shopkeeper had a conspiracy in his mind, stepped forward and bowed, exchanged a few greetings, "Young man, I'm in Yuwen Dong, I don't know what business I can make the decision?"

Li Feng thought about it, then took out a stack of paper from his sleeve, then searched it in it, took out a piece and handed it over: "I have some new printing and dyeing methods here, and I want to sell it."

This is a young man. When the fat shopkeeper saw that the other party was not at all prepared, he took it and glanced at it. There was indeed some dyed cloth recipes on it.

However, he has a specialty in his skills, so Yuwen Dong waved to a young man: "Go to the backyard to invite two printing and dyeing masters to come."

Soon, the guy brought an old man and a middle-aged man. The common point between these two people was that their clothes were mottled and stained with various colors of fuel.

They began to check the recipe together, sometimes frowning and contemplating, sometimes excited, and studied the appearance there for almost half an hour. Li Feng was not in a hurry and sat there and had tea slowly.

I was thinking in my mind: I don’t know when my brother’s new tea will be shipped here, but I’m really not used to eating this tea.

"It's amazing, it's amazing!" Suddenly, I heard the old seal and dyeing master applauding.

Perhaps because of his excitement, his white beard was straight up: "This method is very exquisite and unheard of. Although it has not been verified in practice, we feel that at least 80% of the time can dye a brighter blue silk cloth!"

Another person also added: "What's even better is that when dealing with different materials, whether silk or hemp, they all have the wonderful methods of printing and dyeing. They are so brilliant, they are really so smart!"

The older ones seem to be still unsatisfied: "The best thing is that, based on my decades of experience, the silk cloth dyed in this method should not fade easily. Compared with the blue silk cloth that is popular on the market today, it is more than ten times better."

"Young man, do you have any other colors?" The middle-aged man asked Li Feng diligently again.

These two masters were like crazy, and the shopkeeper couldn't even get into the mouth. Of course he could see clearly that the young man had just taken out a stack of paper, and this blue color was just one of them.

Thinking of this, Yuwen Dong's body couldn't help but tremble for a few times. After twenty years of business, he had been ups and downs. He had never been as excited as he is now: This young man is simply a treasure!

So he waved his hand and asked the two masters to go and work hard first. The two were reluctant to leave. They praised them for a while before leaving.

Yuwen Dong changed into a smile again: "Little Langjun, I don't know what the price of this recipe is?"

"It's not easy to make money!" Li Feng looked at the other party with a smile. This is definitely not a sky-high price. A recipe can last for several lifetimes. No one can say how much profit it can create.

Seeing Yuwen Dong's face collapse, Li Feng smiled and said, "It only takes one hundred coins now."

One hundred coins, it’s cheap! Yuwen Dong was overjoyed, and the fat on his face trembled twice. Then he heard the boy say slowly, "However, I need to join in the profit sharing. Please ask your boss to discuss this matter."

As he came and went, Yuwen Dong's heart was ups and downs, and he almost got a heart attack. He stared at the boy opposite, and the smile in his slender eyes gradually cooled down, and his eyes became sharp like a knife.

He suddenly shouted loudly: "You thief are so brave. You stole the secret recipe from our Xiuchunfang and dare to come back and sell it. Come on, take this thief!"

Yuwen Dong winked at the guys, and immediately one guy went to the door, and the rest surrounded Li Feng. They still had some understanding of the shopkeeper's style: this was a sure thing for the young man to be fine, and he was a foreigner, so he was going to be a gangster.
Chapter completed!