Chapter 2: Grieving memories

Chang Song came proudly with 20,000 gold on his face that afternoon.
Rong Qing didn't take Chang Song's toes high in his eyes, because he knew that it would not be far from the days when Liu Xingzi dumped Chang Song.
Liu Xingzi's ambition is not small, how long can he keep an ordinary person without the talent for cultivation? If you get tired, you throw it away. And that 20,000 yuan can't explain any problem.
Perhaps for Chang Song, 20,000 gold is an amount that you would never dare to imagine, but for those who are about to embark on the road to cultivation, gold and silver are the most useless things. Everyone uses spar for practice!
Unconsciously, Rong Qing had already reached the doorstep of the house. The bad memories did not affect him, and his face was still quite calm. Even the humming songs were like a middle-second youth. There is no image of the rich master, although it is now bankrupt. .
Rong's old house, the big courtyard is messy everywhere, but after entering Kushiro to the hall, it is much cleaner. Thanks to the care of Zhuang Xian, but the courtyard is too big, he can only clean the inside of the house.
Although Zhuang Xian was also a picked-up child, he helped Rong Bancheng a lot because of his business acumen. However, since the Rong family defeated Rong Bancheng and demobilized all the subordinates, Zhuang Xian took a lot of work and worked hard to take care of Rong Bancheng's diet and living.
Rong Qing can see that this boy is really good to his father, so his father can take care of him with Zhuang Xian.
"Master is back? Breakfast is going to be ready soon. I thought Master had forgotten the time to eat and was thinking about going to see Master." Zhuang Xian came in from outside, holding a rag and wiping his hands. The face with few expressions had a smile immediately when she saw Rong Qing. He had a heavy smell of soot, apparently coming from the small kitchen on the west side, and there was a lot of smoke on Bai Jing's face. He kept a distance from Rong Qing and didn't want the smell of oil smoke on his body to get on Rong Qing.
Rong Qing nodded with a smile. "Rest assured, Xiaozhuang's craftsmanship is so good, I can't miss anything when I miss a meal. By the way, how are the grains sold today?"
"Everything else is reserved except for our own food. We are so much cheaper than the grain shop. It is very sought-after, and it is sold out in a flash. I still have snacks. But Master ..." Zhuang Xian hesitated, "Are you sure ..."
"I'm sure!" Rong Qing interrupted Zhuang Xian in a firm tone. "The money for selling food plus the 20,000 yuan in Liu's family should be enough. You took your father out of the village and went south and walked. Go to a place called Luxiang, and settle there. Although it is not prosperous, it is invincible and the folk customs are simple and cozy. You and your father can do a small business there, and the days will soon pass. It's enough to have the money to do it. "
Zhuang Xian didn't answer immediately. He was curious why Rong Qing who had never left Xiaolingshan would know that there was a place called Luxiang Town outside, but the most important thing was that he couldn't bear Rong Qing.
Seeing Zhuang Xian not talking, Rong Qing frowned slightly, then sighed and said, "Although there are Lingyun sects on the mountain, this kind of place is not right. Once these Xiuxianmen quarrels, we small villages It is destined to be used as cannon fodder. "