As the saying goes, the spring is the most lively time in Shacheng Wushan. As the largest cultivation family in Shacheng, it is an indispensable protective umbrella for many people, especially for past caravans and trading companies, without the protection of the Xie family, they would not be able to walk and trade freely in this area without the protection of the Xie family. Therefore, every year at the end of winter and early spring, they would come to the Xie family to pay their respects to the mountains to seek safety this year.

The marks of the Xie family are divided into three types of flags, which are distributed according to the size of the merchant group and the number of worships. The highest standard is the golden flag and the lowest is the black iron flag. In fact, many aristocratic families do this, on the one hand, they show their fairness and justice, and on the other hand, they can earn considerable income.

From the hotel at the foot of the fog mountain to the gate at the middle of the mountain, a long queue formed, and the tail of the line even winded to the back of the town. The Xie family only had seven days to open the mountain gate every year, and it was out of date. Because the door was opened and the guests in the world would become very complicated and dangerous. If something happened and the face was greatly damaged, perhaps no one would come the next year. Therefore, the Xie family had to go all the way around to survive these days. It was barely enough for seven days, and they could not stand it even if they had a longer time.

At the intersection of the street, more than a dozen Xie family warriors were energetic to maintain order. Their annual expenses were all done at this time. The market this year was good, and if you received gifts, you would naturally remain highly excited.

Although there are rules above, the caravans who come to the mountain can ignore the existence of these little ghosts and make trouble. No one can get it, but no one is willing to be unlucky. Just give some money. If the meat is cut, do you still feel sorry for this little blood?

At this time, an old man dressed in a well-manned and calm temperament walked along the street, followed by a burly man. The man was carrying a load on his shoulders, covering both sides of the load with red cloth, and he couldn't see what was inside.

The old man looked up at the abortion on the mountainside and frowned slightly.

The warrior led by the Xie family was reminded by his companions and noticed the old man and hurriedly met him. The old man looked leisurely, with a few long beards floating on his chest, exuding the smell of a fairy-like trait. The warrior led by the warrior did not dare to abruptly and shouted: "You old noble surname? What are you doing here?"

The old man looked over and smiled, then said, "Old man's surname is Xue, and I'm here to worship the mountain today." After that, he took out a stack of red cloth bags from his arms, took out one of them, handed them to the samurai in the lead, and then distributed the red cloth bags to other samurais. He said casually: "I'm just here, I'm just a little bit of a word, don't dislike me, guys."

The warrior in charge put the red cloth bag in his pocket: "You always stay in line behind you, don't blame us for being unreasonable. This is the rule set by our ancestors. No matter how light the gift is, the gift is always a guest, and we always have to..."

The leader of the warrior finished speaking, and his companion pulled his arm hard from behind. He looked back unhappily and saw his companion raise a golden ticket with excitement on his face. His eyes swept over the golden ticket and immediately set it in a fixed position. The face value of the ticket was actually one hundred.

"Boss?" The samurai with excitement on her face cried again.

The warrior in charge reacted and smiled at the old man and said, "Wait a moment." After that, he turned around, took out the red cloth bag from his pocket, and pulled out the gold ticket inside, which was indeed one hundred.

One hundred gold coins are nothing, but each of the dozen brothers present got it. Nearly two thousand gold coins were thrown out like this? The boss's pen

What's more, they are the samurai at the bottom of the Xie family and have no future in their practice. They are just slightly higher than their servants. After busy for a few days, they have reached 30 or 40 gold coins. Everyone has made another big sum.

"Brother, let's discuss it." The old man took out a red cloth bag and handed it over: "Can you find a manager to inform me? I'm still from the Xue family in Beijing. If I really go with the peddlers... I can't explain it after I go back."

"Shang Jing Xue?" The warrior led by the leader shuddered.

At this time, a warrior couldn't help but shouted, "Wait a minute, we'll inform you immediately." After that, he looked at the warrior in the head with complaining eyes, as if saying, can such a distinguished guest be neglected?

"What else can I tell you?" The leader shouted suddenly, and then bowed to the old man: "You always ask, let's guide you."

The warriors of the Xie family didn't care about maintaining order and protected the old man and walked towards the mountain gate. The caravans who were waiting kept asking the caravans to make way. On the one hand, because everyone got a considerable income and was willing to do so, on the other hand, they also understood that if they could scare the captain like this, the Xue family in Shangjing would definitely be an amazing family.

The caravans who were harassed were naturally dissatisfied, but no one dared to complain and just watched silently.

When approaching the mountain gate, the burly man carrying a load staggered at his feet, and the red cloth covered with the load fell to the ground. A crystal clear crystal box was exposed in front of everyone. Under the crystal box was covered with green grass, and silver-white beads were piled on it.

The caravans saw more than a dozen warriors of the Xie family escort themselves, and knew that it must be an extremely expensive gift. They had been whispering for a long time, and found that the red cloth fell, and their eyes were trying to look here.

The old man seemed a little panicked, and hurriedly picked up the red cloth on the ground, covered it with a new one, and scolded the man a few words.

The Xie family reacted very quickly. I heard that it was someone from the Xue family in Shangjing who sent a heavy gift and immediately sent a manager to contact him.

When the old man was welcomed into the guest hall, the Xie family's manager bent politely: "My name is Xie Longting, and he is the big manager of Qianshanmen. Just call me Xiao Xie."

"Mr. Xie, don't be polite. There are many things to deal with in the future." The old man smiled and said, "Old's surname is Xue, and his name is Xue Yingjun. He is the Changsui of the Third Young Master. This time he came to worship the mountain. If you have important matters, please ask the Xie family for help."

"The reputation of the Xue family in Shangjing has been famous for a long time." Xie Longting said hurriedly: "If you have anything, just say it." After that, Xie Longting's eyes fell on the burden. He was very curious about what kind of gift the Xue family would give.

The old man named Xue Yingjun smiled and took out a small box from the load, and a crystal box, placed it on the table, and then handed over the small box: "This is a lark pill prepared by the third young master."

Xie Longting took the box, looked moved, and complained that he offended him. He left his seat and walked to the back hall, and asked a warrior: "Is Hao Yaoshi still here?"

"Here," replied the warrior.

"This is a pale pill, please let Yaoshi Hao check it out." Xie Longting whispered: "Then come back and tell me."
Chapter completed!