After the middle-aged man who came to deliver the food greeted Ren Xiaosu, he put down the ingredients and prepared to leave. Luo Lan kept cursing in the yard for a long time. "Stop right there! I'm the elder brother of the Kyung Clan's patriarch! Why aren't you giving us food?! I'm Qing Zhen's elder brother! "
However, the middle-aged man did not even bother with him.
When Luo Lan saw that the middle-aged man had left, he stopped making a fuss. He took a closer look at the ingredients that the middle-aged man had delivered. "Oh, they're all used to go with the hotpot. The beef is already marinated, the tripe is covered with ice, and there's even the bottom of the hotpot!"
Ren Xiaosu and the others looked at one another. They had also eaten hotpot before, but they had never eaten meat dishes before.
The refugees' hotpot was usually divided into nine squares. These squares were not for the sake of cooking separately, but because no one had the money to do so, nine of them would share a pot. Each person would have their own square, so no one would take advantage of the other.
But at that time, the squares were not fixed and were separated by bamboo strips. As such, there were always people who liked to steal other people's vegetables from the bottom of the hotpot.
Regardless of whether there were plainclothes guards outside the door, everyone had to get some rest now that they had arrived at a new place and someone had delivered food to them.
Just as Ren Xiaosu had said, the most important thing for them now was to wait for Ren Xiaosu to recuperate from his illness and not cause any trouble.
Several tables were set up in the yard, and the three-sectioned yard was exceptionally spacious. Not to mention 30 people, even 100 people could sleep in it.
When the hotpot was boiling, Luo Lan said as he picked up his chopsticks, "Was it Yang Xiaojin who brought y 'all to Stronghold 88? Why didn't you go to the Kyung Clan's territory to look for my brother?"
"Why would we go to the Kyung Clan?" Ren Xiaosu glanced at him. "Your Kyung Clan is in turmoil right now. If we go there, we might get implicated too."
"That's still better than coming to the Yang Clan at this time, especially with the Saboteurs," Luo Lan said.
"What do you mean?" Ren Xiaosu was confused.
"Most of the Saboteurs have left the Yang Clan. Did you know that?" Luo Lan asked.
"I know," Ren Xiaosu replied.
"Now that the pro-war faction is in power, the Saboteurs have long been marginalized. Moreover, the Saboteurs have been drifting away from the family to become an independent force, which also made the Yang Clan Board very annoyed, so they parted ways!" Luo Lan chuckled and said, "Speaking of the Saboteurs, the entire Yang Clan can't do anything to them. Only the supernatural beings can do that."
"The thugs are going to destroy your nuclear test site, and you're still praising them?" Ren Xiaosu said.
"Hehe, there's no contradiction." Luo Lan said with a smile, "I'm just telling the truth. There's no need to belittle others to elevate myself. Besides, they won't be able to find our base at all. No one will be able to!"
"Alright then." Ren Xiaosu finally realized the Saboteurs were actually not well-received within the Yang Clan. "By the way, how are you planning to leave the Yang Clan? I'm afraid they won't let you go, right?"
Luo Lan suddenly changed the topic. "Hahaha, come, have some tripe. Let me tell you, there's a lot to learn about tripe. I'll teach you how to put it into the soup …"
But Ren Xiaosu grabbed Luo Lan's wrist tightly. "There's no need to teach us. You've already taught us half a plate of tripe, so we'll do it ourselves."
…
At this moment, north of Stronghold 88 was the wealthy district of the entire stronghold. The entire district was covered in green grass and looked like a manor.
In a villa that occupied an area of 3,210 square meters, servants were busy going in and out of the dining room. Two steel knives hung on the walls of the dining room, and the handles of the knives were inlaid with gems. It looked like they were worth a lot of money.
But in this era where firearms and explosives were rampant, these well-made cold weapons had become mere decorations. People would only touch them when the servants were cleaning them.
There was even a badge on the handles of the knives. It was a green goat that was unique to the Yang Clan. It was said that the founder of the Yang Clan Consortium was about to starve to death in the wilderness. But just as he was about to starve to death, a goat walked up to him and knelt down, willing to become his food.
If Ren Xiaosu heard this story, he would probably start a fight on the spot.
The servants brought the dishes to the table one by one. However, there were only three people seated at the long table: Yang Xiaojin, and a middle-aged couple.
The middle-aged man rolled up the sleeves of his white shirt and said, "Xiaojin, I heard you brought some refugees back?"
Yang Xiaojin was silent for a moment. "Yes, Third Uncle."
"It's not a good habit to make friends with refugees." Yang Xiaojin's third uncle picked up his chopsticks and said, "The level of a person's friends determines the level of that person. I let you go out because I don't have to worry about you. I want you to go out and see the world. Don't get carried away, and don't learn those bad habits from your aunt."
Yang Xiaojin said calmly, "They're different."
The person in charge of the Yang Clan's Board was getting on in years, so half of the consortium's affairs had been handed over to Yang Xiaojin's third uncle, Yang Yu 'an.
The woman sitting across from Yang Xiaojin said, "Your third uncle is only doing this for your own good. Even if your parents were still around, they would say the same thing. The refugees have not received a good education, nor do they know any etiquette. They don't even have anything in common to talk about when they sit down and eat together. So it's better not to get too close to them. If you feel like helping them, then just give them the appropriate amount of help."
When the woman said she would help the refugees, she sounded like she was giving them charity.
In Yang Xiaojin's opinion, she always felt that her third uncle, Yang Yu 'an, and her third aunt, Meng Rong, were still stuck at the level of a normal person. However, the world had changed. The quality and strength displayed by that young man had already surpassed most supernatural beings.
But that was not the most important thing.
Yang Xiaojin put down her chopsticks and said, "I'm full."
"I still have something important to discuss with you." Yang Yu 'an said, "I'm afraid there won't be any problems with the war at the front lines. We'll be facing the Kyung Clan next. Qing Zhen is an ambitious person, so it won't be a good thing for the Yang Clan if he succeeds in seizing power. Have the Saboteurs found the Kyung Clan's research base yet?"
"No." Yang Xiaojin shook her head. "I don't think they'll use weapons of that level."
"But we still have to be on guard," Yang Yu 'an said. The Yang Clan still had a certain level of support for the Saboteurs' activities. In fact, he was willing to let Yang Xiaojin go out because he hoped the Saboteurs could find the Kyung Clan's research base. Only then could they destroy the last unstable factor that hindered their expansion.
But Yang Yu 'an continued, "There'll be a long conflict with the Kyung Clan in the future, so we have to make more plans. We have to get the Soong Clan in the north to become our ally before the Kyung Clan does. On one hand, we can stabilize our rear, and on the other hand, we can form a joint force to put pressure on the Kyung Clan. Qing Zhen isn't the only one who knows how to form alliances. Our Yang Clan can do that too. "
Yang Xiaojin looked at Yang Yu 'an. "Third Uncle, what are you trying to say?"
"The Soong Clan will send people here in a few days. Go and receive them," Yang Yu 'an said.
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