The lady stood by the window on the second floor of Jubaozhai, watching the carriage slowly leaving, and said to a girl beside her: "Qingluan, ask Shadow to find out this person's identity."

The girl known as Qingluan immediately clasped her fists in agreement and turned around.

Zhang Lang was sitting on the cushions of the carriage and was in a good mood. He felt the spring breeze blowing on his face and felt comfortable all over.

The harvest from this trip to Jubaozhai far exceeded Zhang Lang's expectations. He had no idea that the handicrafts he brought, which were ordinary in modern society, could be sold for such a sky-high price, which was higher than his best estimate before.

Out more than ten times!

Zhang Lang glanced at Feixu and threw the three pieces of 200,000 yuan worth of letters in his hand to Feixu.

Feixu was shocked and looked at Zhang Lang in confusion.

Zhang Lang smiled and said, "I'll leave all this money to you to manage."

Feixu was stunned for a moment, and then she felt infinite excitement in her heart. She didn't care about the money, but because the young master trusted her so much!

After hesitating for a moment, he pushed Sanzhang Pingxin in front of Zhang Lang and said: "I am stupid, I don't dare, I don't dare to take on such an important responsibility!"

Zhang Lang pushed the three letters back and said seriously: "I have made a decision, so don't refuse!"

Seeing Zhang Lang's insistence, Feixu still felt a little anxious, but she still agreed.

Zhang Lang raised his voice and said to the master outside: "Go to Tielong's blacksmith shop!"

The driver responded and continued to drive the carriage. The carriage galloped slowly on the street, and after turning several corners, it arrived in front of the iron cage's blacksmith shop.

When Tie Long heard that Zhang Lang was coming, he hurried out to greet him. Seeing Zhang Lang coming towards him, he hurriedly bowed and said, "I don't know if the Fourth Young Master is too far away to greet you when he arrives. I hope you'll forgive me!"

Zhang Lang stepped forward to help Tie Long and winked at Feixu, who immediately put a heavy money bag on a wooden table beside Tie Long.

Zhang Lang said: "This is Qian Min. You can count it."

Tie Long was a little surprised when he heard this. He did not count the money bag, but hurriedly cupped his fists towards Zhang Lang and said, "Thank you so much, Fourth Young Master! However, that iron spear only costs 500 pieces. Why, Fourth Young Master...?"

Zhang Lang smiled, pointed at Zhang Yeyu who was standing next to Zhang He, and said, "Because I want you to make another iron spear for my sister Yeyu."

Zhang Yeyu couldn't help but blush when he suddenly saw such a scene, looking like he didn't know what to do.

Tie Long glanced at Zhang Ye Yu'er, chuckled, and patted his chest and said: "Fourth Young Master, please rest assured, I will definitely build this iron spear as soon as possible!..."

Zhang He quickly clasped his fists towards Zhang Lang and said, "How can we let the Fourth Young Master spend more money! This..."

Zhang Lang waved his hand and said: "You are all my subordinates. It is normal for me to send you something. There is no need to postpone it!"

When Zhang He saw what Zhang Lang said, he felt extremely grateful. He turned to Zhang Yeyu and said, "Little sister, why don't you thank me quickly, Master!"

Zhang Yeyu raised his head and glanced at Zhang Lang, and quickly stepped forward to thank him. Zhang Lang helped Zhang Yeyu up and said with a smile, "We are all a family, so we don't need to be so polite!" Zhang Yeyu glanced at Zhang Lang and said,

There was a flash of brilliance in her beautiful eyes.

Tie Long came forward and asked Zhang Yeyu about the style and weight of the iron spear. Finally, Zhang Lang and his party bid farewell to Tie Long and went home.

On the way, Zhang Lang couldn't help but think: Now that he has money, he is worthy of his reputation as a playboy. But what should he do as a playboy?

At this thought, Zhang Lang couldn't help but startled. To be honest, it was really difficult for him to be a dandy. He really didn't know what he should do as a dandy.

After much deliberation, Zhang Lang couldn't figure it out, and felt that there was nothing to do. Zhang Lang couldn't help but feel confused. Thinking of the time in the future when he had nothing to do, fear arose in his heart.

His face turned pale, and he couldn't help but swallow his saliva. At this moment, a clanging sound like the sound of metal colliding reached Zhang Lang's ears.

Zhang Lang's heart moved and he couldn't help but lift the curtain to look for the sound. He happened to see a group of patrols running past the carriage.

Zhang Lang's eyes lit up involuntarily, and he finally thought of what he should do.

He quickly asked Feixu: "Feixu, as a young master, can I have my own army?"

Feixu was stunned for a moment, tilted his head and thought for a while, then said: "Although the young master's father is the lord, the young master cannot lead the army without an official position!..."

Seeing Zhang Lang frowning, he quickly added: "However, as a young master, you can recruit your own guards..."

Hope ignited in Zhang Lang's heart again, and he quickly asked: "How many guards can I recruit for myself?"

Feixu thought for a while, shook his head and said: "This servant is not very clear about this. But as far as I know, the eldest son's mansion has more than three thousand guards, and although the guards of the second and third masters are not as many as the eldest son, they are

There are more than two thousand people!..."

Zhang He said: "As far as I know, the princes from various places have their own private troops, which are generally called the princes' guards.

The lords of various places do not impose any restrictions on this matter, but they do not allocate special funds. Therefore, how many guards the lord's son can have depends entirely on his own strength.

A more common situation is that the son’s mother clan uses money and resources to support the son and help him form a guard. I think this is also the case for the three brothers of the son.”

Zhang Lang thought and nodded, then smiled and said, "That's good." He clapped his hands and said excitedly, "Let's get started on this matter right away!"

Later that day, a relatively spacious area on South Street suddenly became lively, and many people and refugees gathered there.

Zhang He was seen standing on a stone pier, raising his voice and shouting to the people and refugees around him: "I am the fourth son of Mr. Yuan, and I have been ordered by the fourth son to come here to inform the villagers and elders in the city.

Our young master wants to recruit guards and servants from among the people, anyone who is interested can come and sign up!"

When people around heard this, they immediately started talking. A middle-aged man looked suspicious and said: "Fourth Young Master? Don't you only have three Young Masters? Where did the Fourth Young Master come from?"

An old man next to him said as if he was offering a treasure: "You are so ignorant! My lord and the fourth son only recently recognized their ancestors and returned to the clan. No wonder you didn't hear about it!"

The middle-aged man didn't care and said sarcastically: "I have never heard of this young master before. He must be a concubine, or even a lower status. Maybe his mother is just a slave!

Such a young master may not be able to win the attention of the lord. If he joins his palace, wouldn’t it be a secret investment? In addition, this young master must not have much money. If you work for him as a servant, you will starve!"

Many people and refugees around him were eager to give it a try, but after hearing his words, they all showed hesitation.


Chapter completed!