Chapter 668: Xue Ren’s knowledge, are there immortals in Kunlun?
"Force our control?"
This is a statement that no one has heard before, so when Xue Ren said this, Baochai, Aunt Xue and others all looked at him.
"It's a long story, but it's not a big deal right now, so I'll just tell you!"
Regarding this matter, Xue Ren seems to be quite taboo, and his words are a bit shaky.
But he seemed to have thought of something again, so he sighed and continued to speak.
"The ancestors of Meng accumulated good deeds, and the Xue family became the descendants of Ziwei. The eldest brother has managed the family business over the years, accumulated tens of millions of wealth, and worked hard. I can see clearly that my father's decision back then was not wrong!"
In Xue Ren's generation, the head of the family arranged different paths for his two sons. The eldest son continued to do business, accumulated family wealth, and maintained the glory of his ancestors. However, the second son, Xue Ren, was arranged by him to take another path to prevent the family from falling in the future.
Falling in the middle of the road, but unable to recover.
If we only look at their generation, the old man's arrangement is not wrong, but when it comes to Xue Pan, he is like a tiger father and a dog son, and accomplishes nothing. Xue Ren seems not to want to mention these things again, and just points them out.
"And in these years, I have traveled all over the country and almost all of Dakang, and I have seen many scenery that ordinary people cannot see."
Then Xue Ren changed the topic and talked about other things.
"That was more than ten years ago..."
Xue Ren's eyes became a little far away, as if he was recalling an unforgettable event from that year.
"Back then, I was collecting Kunlun jade, snow lotus and other precious sacred objects in West Kunlun. Most of the things that the Xue family presented to me were found outside. My eldest brother may have mentioned it to his sister-in-law, or he may not have mentioned it, but it doesn't matter.
.”
Aunt Xue nodded, as if she had an impression of this matter.
"The master has mentioned that my uncle has worked hard all these years traveling around. He also said that when we go to pay homage before taking the exam in the future, we will burn incense together, but..."
Aunt Xue's eyes turned a little red when she mentioned her sadness. She was widowed in middle age. She had raised several children in the past few years and spent countless efforts. Only she knew the pain.
"My condolences, sister-in-law!"
Xue Ren knows his eldest brother's temperament, and what he said is indeed what he said. The two brothers get along well with each other. As long as he sends someone back to his home for his expenses abroad, he will be reimbursed, whether it is a few hundred taels or a few thousand taels.
, even tens of thousands of taels, without saying a word.
The situation with Xue Pan is in the sky and on the ground. At Xue Pan's place, it is estimated that there are dozens of taels, and his brothers will ask where the flowers went.
"Back then, when I was in West Kunlun, I heard local people say that Kunlun is the residence of gods in the human world. There are gods living on the mountains. Those gods are the private property of gods. If they are stolen and robbed, the gods will be angry."
Hearing this, Xue Pan couldn't help but rolled his eyes and didn't take it seriously. He never believed in gods or retribution.
But Aunt Xue couldn't help but swallow her saliva. She believed in these gods and Buddhas.
"I'm used to traveling all over the country, so I didn't believe this at first. I just thought it was just rumors spread by local people! Later, I organized a group of people to go up the mountain to hunt for treasures, and took dozens of guards with me."
"Speaking of which, the local people didn't dare to go up the mountain at first. It wasn't until I opened a gap with money that anyone was willing to go up the mountain. Now that I think about it, money can make all the difference. This is true!
"
When Xue Pan heard about spending money, his eyes lit up. He couldn't do other things, but he knew how to spend money!
"Second Uncle, how much money did you spend before those roe deer were willing to go up the mountain?"
Xue Pan was thinking, it's only a few dozen taels at most, right? Those little horned ones have never seen much of the world, and a few dozen taels of silver is probably a sky-high price over there.
"Five hundred taels per person!"
Xue Ren narrowed his eyes and his tone did not change.
Xue Pan was stunned. Each person had 500 taels, and there were dozens of people in total. If you calculated it this way, tens of thousands of taels of silver would have been thrown away in one trip.
At first, he thought that Uncle Xue was the only one in the Xue family who could spend money, but he didn't expect that his second uncle was also a man who did not treat money as money.
"Second uncle, according to what you said, a trip to the mountain is not worth ten thousand taels of silver??"
The Xue family is said to have a fortune of millions. If you calculate it this way, if you climb a hundred mountains, the family will have no money???
"It's almost fifteen thousand taels of silver for one trip."
Xue Ren remained calm, as if the silver in his mouth was not silver.
Aunt Xue glanced at Xue Ren, and now she finally understood what Xue Ren just said about the word "smash".
Isn’t it just smashing?
Five hundred taels per person, if converted into copper coins, it would be more than enough to bury the person. If these five hundred taels are given, those from small families will probably go crazy.
Crazy.
"Second uncle, great atmosphere!!"
Xue Pan was speechless for a moment by Xue Ren's unpopular behavior. He couldn't afford to buy a girl, so his second uncle hired someone to go up the mountain.
“Are the locals really that afraid of that mountain??”
Baochai suddenly said, if money can make ghosts grind mills, they must have enough money. Those local people are ghosts, and grinding mills means going up the mountain. Xue Ren spent a full five hundred taels to make those people lose their minds.
, this shows that the local people’s fear of that mountain is engraved in their bones.
"good."
Xue Ren looked at Xue Baochai with some admiration. This sentence is good. I don't know whether it means that Baochai is thoughtful and can penetrate people's hearts well, or that what she said is good.
"With this incident, I will also tell you brothers and sisters a few truths. If the problem can be solved with money, then don't save, because money must be circulated, and the money that circulates is wealth. If it is a pool of stagnant water, then
It’s just a matter of sitting and eating, and the sun sets over the mountains.”
"I spent almost 100,000 taels in Kunlun back then, but what I brought back..."
Having said this, Xue Ren couldn't help but look at Aunt Xue. He had sent most of the things back to Xue's house. Aunt Xue knew best how much they were worth.
"Those things preserved Ziwei Shiren's name for three years."
Everyone was silent for a moment after hearing this. Although they didn't know how much the name was worth, from Aunt Xue's words, they suddenly felt that those things might be worth a sky-high price.
"Back then, the Jin family sent nearly 200,000 taels of red flowers to the palace, but they didn't get the title of Ziwei Sheren."
“Two hundred thousand taels??”
Others in the room took a breath of cold air. They all knew that doing business could make money, but one red flower cost 200,000 taels, which was still beyond their understanding.
Even Uncle Xue, who regards money as dirt, was shocked and said, "Go through the back door, two hundred thousand taels, mother, has Uncle Xue been beaten to death?"
Xue Ren nodded. High-risk freedom has high returns, otherwise he would not have spent such a high price.
"Afterwards, something happened and the road over there was forced to be cut off. It was the third time we went up the mountain. A group of us heard a loud noise on the top of the mountain, like thunder.
, and it was like a wild beast roaring. At that time, the ground was shaking and the mountains were shaking. We did not dare to stay long and immediately went down the mountain. On the way down the mountain, a group of us saw a scene that is still fresh in our memory."
"It was a giant snow-white python that was more than a hundred feet long. It was killed by a sword light. The sword light continued unabated and cut off a mountain..."