After the middle-aged man who came to deliver things, he greeted Ren Xiaosu, he put down the ingredients and prepared to leave. Luo Lan cursed in the yard for a long time: "Stop it, my brother of the Lord of Qing clan has not made noodles, why don't you give us food? I am Qingzhen's brother!"

As a result, the middle-aged man ignored him...

Luo Lan stopped yelling when he saw someone leaving. He looked carefully at the ingredients sent by the other party: "Oh, they are all used for hot pot. The beef has been marinated, the tripe is covered with ice, and the bottom of the pot!"

Ren Xiaosu and others looked at each other. They had eaten hot pot before, but had never eaten many meat dishes.

The hot pots of refugees are all nine-cup grids. These nine-cup grids are not for cooking separately, but for everyone, they have no money, so nine people gather a pot to eat, and each person has a grid, and no one takes advantage of anyone.

However, at that time, the grid was not dead, but was separated by bamboo slices, so people always like to steal other people's vegetables from the bottom of the pot.

Regardless of whether there are plain clothes outside the door or not, when I arrive in a new place, I will bring food to me, so everyone has to take a good rest.

As Ren Xiaosu said, the most important thing they have now is to wait for Ren Xiaosu to recuperate, rather than make trouble.

There are several tables in the yard, and the three-entry yard is particularly spacious. Not to mention thirty people living there, even if one hundred people sleep in the bed, they can still live there.

When the hot pot was boiling, Luo Lan said while moving her chopsticks: "Did Yang Xiaojin bring you the 88 barrier? Why don't you go to the Qing family territory to find my brother?"

"Why are you going to Qing's family?" Ren Xiaosu glanced at him: "You Qing's family is in turmoil. We may be implicated even if we go."

"That's better than coming to Yang's family at this time, especially with the thugs," Luo Lan said.

"What do you mean?" Ren Xiaosu was puzzled.

"Most of the thugs have left the Yang family, do you know this?" Luo Lan said.

"I know," Ren Xiaosu replied.

"Now that the pro-war faction is in power, the thugs have long been marginalized, and the thugs have been wandering outside the family to become independent forces, which has also made the Yang presidium very annoyed, so they parted ways!" Luo Lan laughed happily: "If the thugs are also powerful, the entire Yang family has no choice but to do anything to them. Only the extraordinary group can do this."

"The thugs are going to destroy your nuclear test base, and you still praise them for being powerful?" Ren Xiaosu said.

"Hehe, it's not contradictory," Luo Lan smiled and said, "I'm telling the truth. There is no need to elevate myself by belittle others. Moreover, they can't find our base at all, so no one can find it!"

"Okay," Ren Xiaosu realized that the thugs were not favored within the Yang family: "By the way, how are you going to leave Yang family? They probably won't let you go."

Luo Lan suddenly changed the topic: "Hahaha, come and eat tripe, I'll tell you, this tripe is very particular, I'll teach you, after the soup..."

As a result, Ren Xiaosu tightly held Luo Lan's wrist: "No need to teach you, you have taught us half a plate of tripe, let's do it ourselves."

...

At this time, the north of the 88 barrier is the entire fertile area of ​​the barrier, and the entire fertile area is green and green like a manor.

In a villa covering an area of ​​3,210 square meters, there are servants busy entering and leaving the restaurant. Two steel knives are hung on the wall of the restaurant, and gems are inlaid on the hilts, which looks very valuable.

But these well-made cold weapons have become decorations in today's era of hot weapons. Only when servants wipe them will anyone touch them.

There is also a badge on the hilt of the knife, which is the unique green sheep of Yang. It is said that the founder of the Yang Consortium was about to starve to death in the wilderness at the earliest, but when he was about to starve to death, a sheep walked up to him and knelt down, willing to become his food.

If Ren Xiaosu listened to this story, he would probably start a quarrel on the spot...

The servants brought the same dishes to the table, but there were only three people on the long table, Yang Xiaojin and a middle-aged couple.

The middle-aged man rolled up the sleeves of his white shirt and said, "Xiao Jin, I heard you brought some refugees back?"

Yang Xiaojin was silent for a moment: "Yes, Uncle San."

"Making friends with refugees is not a good habit," Yang Xiaojin's third uncle picked up the chopsticks and said: "The level of a friend of a person determines the level of this person. Letting you go out is because you are assured of you and letting you go outside to see the world, don't be fooled, and don't learn those bad habits with your aunt."

Yang Xiaojin said calmly: "They are different."

The Yang family's presidium is now in its old age, and half of all the affairs of the consortium have been handed over to Yang Xiaojin's third uncle and Yang Yu'an.

The woman opposite Yang Xiaojin said, "Your third uncle is also for your own good. Even if your parents are still here, you will say so. The refugees have not received a good education and do not have any etiquette. There is no common topic when sitting together and eating, so it is better not to have close contact with them. If you think you want to help them, then give appropriate help."

When the other party said that he would help the refugees, his expression was like a kind of alms.

In Yang Xiaojin's opinion, she always felt that the third uncle Yang Yuan and third aunt Meng Rong's vision was still at the level of ordinary people, but this world had changed, and the qualities and power displayed by that young man had long surpassed most extraordinary people.

But this is not the most important thing.

Yang Xiaojin put down his chopsticks: "I'm full."

"There are important things to discuss with you," said Yang Yu'an: "There is probably no problem with the front line war now. What we have to face next is the Qing family. Qingzhen is a hero. It is not a good thing for our Yang family to successfully seize power. Have the thugs found the Qing family's experimental base?"

"No," Yang Xiaojin shook his head: "I think they will most likely not use weapons of this level."

"Then you have to be careful," said Yang Yu'an. Now Yang still has some support for the activities of the thugs. In fact, he was willing to let Yang Xiaojin go out before, and hoped that the thugs could find the Qing family's experimental base so that they could destroy the last unstable factor in their expansion.

But Yang Yuan continued: "There will be a long conflict with the Qing clan in the future, so we must make more plans. Before the Qing clan, let the Zong clan in the north become our ally. On the one hand, it is to stabilize the rear, and on the other hand, it is to form a joint force to directly put pressure on the Qing clan. It is not only Qing Zhen who can join the Zong clan, but our Yang clan will do it."

Yang Xiaojin looked at Yang Yuan: "Uncle San, what do you want to say?"
Chapter completed!