rebirth proud of the world

"Mom, I have something to tell you." At night, in the lobby of Hong Mansion, Hong Jingyu stood in front of Isana with a serious face, his tone was unprecedentedly heavy, as if he was discussing something about life and death, and the national security.

The event is normal.

"Well, you tell me." Isana said with a smile, her tone still unhurried. As she spoke, she poured tea for the three elders, Grandpa, Uncle Fu, and Uncle De.

"Now our Yanhong country's GDP is steadily increasing every year. This is good news. But it cannot measure our courage, wisdom and perseverance. It cannot improve our education system and quality. Nor does it.

Including the stability of our marriage, it does not include the wisdom of debating public issues, or whether civil servants are honest or not. It does not include the measurement of our love for the motherland and..."

"Stop it, what do you want to say to me?" Seeing that Hong Jingyu still had the momentum to continue his tirade, Isana immediately shouted to stop, "Tell the important point and speak human words!"

"So, based on the above issues, I think Mom, you..." Hong Jingyu said solemnly, his eyes bright, "It's time to increase my pocket money!"

"Isn't your one hundred gold coins a month pocket money enough?" Isana rubbed her forehead helplessly and said, "You'd better give me some reasonable explanations."

In this world, the currencies of the mainland countries have been unified thousands of years ago. They are produced and sold by the Vulcan Chamber of Commerce, and are jointly supervised by the two empires and kingdoms.

The exchange rate does not change except for certain specific time periods.

One gold coin is equal to one hundred silver coins, which is equal to ten thousand copper coins.

In other words, one gold coin is enough for a family of three to live without worries for a year. Although it is definitely not very rich, it can at least have meat every day.

No matter from any point of view, Hong Jingyu didn't need to buy any expensive magic props or magical weapons, and his monthly pocket money of one hundred gold coins was considered quite good even among the children of high-level nobles.

Alas, there is nothing I can do about it. When I pick up girls, and there are a group of them at once, I have to buy things for them, go shopping with them, buy a room...it’s not all about money. What’s more, things in Wangcheng are expensive, so naturally I have a lot of money.

A little tight.

Hong Jingyu thought to himself that he could only say these words in his heart, otherwise the consequences would be disastrous.

"Reason? Mom, didn't I just say a lot? How about I tell you again?" Hong Jingyu probed his neck and said tentatively.

"Forget it, I probably know why you want money." As she spoke, Isana suddenly smiled at Hong Jingyu.

For an instant, Hong Jingyu felt as if he had fallen into an ice cellar. A biting cold air suddenly shot straight from the tailbone behind his back to his forehead. His ultimate man's sixth sense felt an unparalleled danger, so much so that he couldn't help but instinctively

Take two steps back.

"Ayu, I'll give you a chance. As long as you can hold on to my hand for five minutes, I will give you your monthly pocket money from one hundred gold coins to two hundred gold coins. How about that?"

At this moment, Hong Jingyu seemed to see a ferocious and cruel smile on the corner of his mother Isana's mouth.

Of course, Hong Jingyu believes that this must, absolutely, 100%, be an illusion. How could a gentle, kind, quiet, and dignified mother be associated with "ferocious cruelty"?

"How about it? Do you accept my suggestion or not?" Isana glanced at Hong Jingyu calmly and said indifferently: "If you don't want to, forget it, don't force it."

"Hmm..." Hong Jingyu lowered his head and pondered for a moment, his thoughts swirling in his mind. In the end, the desire for money overcame the uneasiness in his heart.

So, in the competition field of Hong Mansion, the competition between Hong Jingyu and his mother Isana began, witnessed by three notaries including Grandpa, Uncle Fu, and Uncle De.

Needless to say, under the guidance of Isana, a fourth-level Dacheng-level mage, Hong Jingyu, a gold-level warrior who had just entered the third level, could not resist for even one minute, let alone five minutes.

Then he was tied into a rice dumpling by a vine spell, hung upside down in the air, and lost the game in embarrassment.

Isana clapped her hands, drew an arc at the corner of her lips, and showed a satisfied and relieved expression on her face.

You're a kid! You're only thirteen years old and you're already running a dozen boats. I've made other people's family elders come to me to trouble me. If I don't teach you a lesson, you still think it's so easy to open a room!

Raising her hand, Isana untied the vine spell without any more punishment. After all, he was her son and she couldn't bear to part with him. But she wouldn't give him any gold coins.

After a while, Hong Jingyu, who had been asking for money to no avail and was bruised and bruised, walked out of the hall with a dejected look on his face, like a defeated rooster.

Then after getting out of everyone's sight, he moved towards Honglibing's residence with a goal and a plan.

"Hey! Brother, are you looking for me?" From a distance, Hong Libing saw Hong Jingyu with scars all over his body, and immediately called out.

"Xiao Bing!" Accompanied by this cry of pain, Hong Jingyu made an exaggerated leap, spanning a distance of several feet, and hugged Hong Caibing's left foot in a posture of throwing himself to the ground, with tears and snot in his nose.

She cried to him: "Xiao Bing, your brother, I have reached a critical moment of life and death, and only you can save me..."

"Stop!" Hong Caibing quickly shouted, lowered his body, looked at the tearful Hong Jingyu, nodded, and said firmly: "Brother, are you going to ask me to borrow money again?"

"Hey, how about saying that you are the smartest and wisest among the three of us, Xiaobing? You'll be right!" Standing up, Hong Jingyu squinted his eyes with a flattering smile on his face while rubbing his hands.

, while tentatively saying to Hong Libing: "How about... Xiaobing, can you lend me another fifty gold coins in case of emergency?"

"Don't even think about it." Hongli snorted coldly and refused without hesitation, "In the past, because I didn't have a girlfriend, it was useless to ask for money, so it didn't matter if I gave it to you, brother. But now I am also a

You have a girlfriend, your expenses are huge, and I don’t have any extra money to support you.”

"Xiao Bing!" Hong Jingyu's face changed as if he were flipping through a book. He put his hands heavily on Hong Caibing's shoulders, with a solemn look on his face, and said in a deep voice: "You are studying hard now, making progress every day, and working hard to learn knowledge.

It is not suitable to fall in love at this time, so I reluctantly cut off this young and immature puppy love!"

"Then tell me, who took me to peek at the maid taking a bath when I was three years old?" Hong Libing smiled slyly and said playfully: "How about we go to my mother and grandpa on this issue?

Let’s discuss it carefully?”

"Ah wu~~~~~~~~~~" Hong Jingyu fell down with his heart in his hands, as if he had suffered a great trauma, rolling on the ground and wailing: "There are boys of different sexes and no one has the same sex!

I don’t want my brother anymore when I have a girlfriend! Now he’s threatening me, I’m so sad, ugh…”

While wailing and pretending to cry, Hong Jingyu secretly observed Hong Caibing's reaction through the gaps between his fingers.

"Actually, I can't figure it out..." Hong Libing reached out and rubbed his chin, and said with some confusion: "Fifteen women, brother, are you sure you can handle it?"

"Brother, are you doubting your brother's abilities?" Hong Jingyu got up from where he was and smiled proudly, but soon it turned into a mean smile, "How about we go to the toilet to have a showdown?"

"...Do you believe that I stabbed you with a knife and bullied me for being only seven years old?" After a pause, Hong Libing frowned and once again raised a question in his mind: "Brother, even if you have fifteen women to ask for,

Pao, a hundred gold coins should be enough. Well, you must be hiding something from me."

"Correction, fifteen was before, but now it is twenty-three." Hong Jingyu laughed guiltily, avoiding Hong Caibing's eyes.

Hong Caibing sighed helplessly. When he met such an old man, he was really speechless.

Reaching out to untie the money bag, Hong Caibing threw it to Hong Jingyu, who kept rubbing his hands, his eyes shining golden, and said helplessly: "Thirty-nine gold coins, save some."

"Wow, Xiaobing, you are indeed my most beloved brother. Please accept my heartfelt hug." Hong Jingyu opened his arms and rushed toward Hong Libing.

Seeing this, Hong Caibing showed disgust on his face. With a flick of his wrist, a silver coin hit Hong Jingyu's face like an arrow from a string.

"Stop disgusting me, you should go hug your girlfriends!"

Hong Jingyu chuckled, reached out with his left hand, grabbed the silver coin, and stuffed it into his sleeve without leaving any trace, thinking that mosquito legs were still meat no matter how small they were.

"Ah, what's that, Xiaobing, I'm leaving, you take your time and play." Hong Jingyu, who had achieved his goal, hummed a tune, moved quickly, and disappeared from Hong Caibing's sight after a while, as if he was afraid of him.

As if regretting it.

"Huh..." After a long breath, Honglibing leaned against the wall and looked at the sky, muttering in his mouth, "It seems that it's time to think of some way to make some money. It's not my style to always ask my family for money.

But...what should we do? Money is not so easy to make these days..."

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Yesterday I received a message saying that there was a "categorized channel news recommendation" at 2pm on Sunday.

Well, it looks like the update will be coming soon...

Also, I found that the cover of the book had changed inexplicably. Although it looked more beautiful than before, where was my grass mud horse avatar certification?

When I was making the cover, it took a lot of effort to make it. Could it be that the higher-ups thought it was unsightly, affected audio-visual effects, and was offensive to morals?

╮(╯_╰)╭...Forget it, forget it, let’s just write.

Spoiler alert, Honglibing will be able to practice soon. The excitement will continue, and a group of unruly characters will also appear. Please be prepared.