Zelonger returned to his study and was very happy when he thought of the conversation with Chen Xiansong in the tavern just now. He couldn't help laughing. At this time, Fold happened to come back from the mission. He went straight into Zelonger's private study and asked curiously, "What's so happy about?"

Folde was a loyal knight of Zelonger. The nobles were used to finding a peer as a servant for their heirs. The two lived and grew up together. In this way, the knight who grew up with the master was very close and extremely loyal to the territory. Rather than saying that Zelonger and Folde were masters and servants, it was better to say that they were more like a pair of brothers.

"I made that bastard owe me a favor." In front of his good friend, Zelonger didn't have to pretend that stranger was no longer close to: "You also know that I hate the soul-thought people. Why does the Sun God prefer them so much? Creative ability is God's privilege. Many times I always think that if I abandon my status and warrior talent, I will exchange for the soul-thought people's ability, whether I want it or not, the answer is obvious."

Fold poured himself a cup of tea, sat down on the horizontal chair, took a sip, and smiled and said, "You are envious."

"Whether envy or jealousy is not much different." Zelonger stood up, opened the window, and looked down from here, and could see the scenery of the entire Black Tu City, bustling crowds. Even though they were far apart, he seemed to hear the jingle sounds from the blacksmith shop beside the city wall: "This is a relatively prosperous city, but it is not all my father's credit, and there is also the achievements of His Excellency Udir. If it weren't for him, even if this city is not a dead city, it would definitely not have the vitality it is now."

After drinking the cup of flower tea, Folde smiled and said, "So, do you feel uncomfortable?"

"Some, in secret, my father has paid no less effort for this city than Lord Udir, but..." Zelonger's face was a little sneer, helpless, and a sense of fascination: "When it comes to contributions to this city, they will only think of Lord Udir, not father."

An old friend of more than ten years ago, when Folder heard this, he knew what he was thinking and comforted him: "This is nothing to do. The soul-thinking person is indeed more dependent and respected by people. Lord Lord did not have any bad thoughts because of this. He is even good friends with Lord Udir."

Zelonger nodded: "I know what you mean. One day, Lord Udir will grow old and return to the Lord's arms. After that, what should we do if we have no soul-thinking people in Black Soil City? Declining day by day? This city has devoted the lifelong efforts of my father, and I will not allow such a thing to happen. Therefore, after Lord Udir, Black Soil City must have a successor who will stay here for a long time."

"So you want your honor Chen Xiansong to owe you the favor."

"Yes, I investigated that guy a little and found that he was a good guy. Judging from his past few days, he is indeed a trustworthy person. If he can stay in Black Soil City in the future, it will be a good thing for us."

With a playful look, Folde played with his teacup: "So, do you want to learn about your father's relationship with Lord Udir and become friends with Chen Xiansong? I agree with this. Your idea is very good, my future lord."

Zelonger said angrily: "You are my friend and knight when you say such words. I have said that I hate the soul-thought people, and even more so. The favors he owes me are nothing more than using him. If he stays, our city will have a future. Isn't this an obvious thing!"

Folde shook his head with surprise: "You are just a person who loves to speak out. You are very good at speaking, but why do you always pretend to be like killing people every day? You obviously admire Your Excellency Chen Xiansong very much, but you are unwilling to have a good relationship with him and can't understand your thoughts."

"This is the majesty that I must have in the future as a lord." Zelonger said lightly: "You should have talents who are good at detecting. Give me one or two of them. I plan to let them follow the two idiots Howard and Comos."

"Do you want to?"

Zelonger nodded slightly: "I want that bastard to owe me the more favors the better. In this way, he will consider staying in Heitu City in the future without thinking about running around. Although I hate him very much, I think I can tolerate it for the future of Heitu City."

"You are so destined to the point where you can't help but feel helpless!" Fold murmured in a low voice.

Chen Xiansong rested in the tavern for a while, then accompanied Bai Min to the spice shop to buy some seasonings, then went to the soul-thinking person to visit Udir, and finally walked slowly to the house in a carriage. When he returned to the Graystone Village, it was just the time for supper. The greedy people who worked were tired for a day and were eating supper. Ryan was also among them. When he saw Chen Xiansong's carriage coming back, he hurriedly put down the plate in his hand, wiped the oil and water from his mouth with a cloth, and turned to meet him.

"Ms., you're back! We've finished the work as planned. Do you want to check it out?"

Bai Min had already got off the carriage. After hearing this, she flew directly into the sky and checked the progress of the project. Chen Xiansong looked around and saw those who were eating. He stopped and was looking at him quietly. He knew that he was "disturbing" them here. In this era, he had a serious concept of class. Chen Xiansong was their master, and as a "servant" and "people", if they dared to eat carelessly in front of their masters, it would be a big crime. He was expelled from the harvest. If he was severely punished, he might even die.

"Everyone keep going, I'll leave first."

Ryan bent over and watched Chen Xiansong leave. Ryan had never had contact with nobles, nor had he ever had soul-thinking people, and had no references. He didn't know how to evaluate Chen Xiansong, but he understood one thing that if a master had no airs and had a good look and color when speaking, he probably wouldn't have a bad personality.

Bai Min landed from the air to a place not far in front of Ryan and said, "You did a good job, the progress was the same as the plan. From tomorrow, you were officially appointed as the captain of the construction team, and you were fully responsible for supervising and directing the progress of the project. In addition, in order to commend your efforts, from tomorrow, your daily salary will increase from three copper coins to five copper coins."

Although I don’t know what the “construction team captain” means, it is indeed a good thing to have a salary increase. Ryan said happily: “Thank you, ma’am, ma’am.”

Bai Min ignored the wild animal in front of her. She returned home, took out the seasonings and started preparing dinner. In fact, there were servants at home, one of them was a chef specially selected by Robert, and his cooking skills should be good. Unfortunately, Bai Min never asked him to make any food for Chen Xiansong, because she felt that the things cooked by wild animals were not "safe". How could such things be eaten by precious natural people in their stomachs? Who knows what problems would happen?

As a result, the chef finally became a full-time chef with six mercenaries. This matter was quite a bit unintentional. The six mercenaries led by Balff mistakenly thought that Chen Xiansong and Bai Min valued them very much, so they hired a chef for them, and were very grateful.

After dinner, because there was nothing to do, Chen Xiansong rolled bored in bed. Not long after, someone came in and told him that Aslan had something to do and wanted to see him.

In the living room downstairs, Aslan brought some wild game he had hunted today. Bai Min checked it for a while, and sniffed it with her nose. After confirming it was not poisonous, she handed it over to other servants to deal with these things. Opposite Chen Xiansong, Aslan was a little nervous, looking like she wanted to ask someone for help but was afraid of being rejected.

"Teacher Xiaosong, I have a ruthless request this time." Aslan rubbed the white porcelain cup in his hand with his hands: "Now there is still some time before the harvest of the farmland. Everyone is idle and has nothing to do. I am thinking about helping them find some work. It just so happens that you still have a shortage of staff here. Can you ask the villagers to help? Don't ask for any money, just eat enough."

"Uncle, you came in time. We really lacked staff here." Chen Xiansong laughed as soon as he heard this: "It's three copper coins a day, so it doesn't matter if there are more people."

Aslan said stutteringly: "There are more than 60 strong people in the village. Will Teacher Xiaosong feel that there are more?"

Chen Xiansong looked at the girl beside him: "Xiao Min, can I arrange it all?"

"No problem. If you have more than 60 people, you can reduce the time required for the project to about three months." Bai Min calculated in his mind for a while, and then replied.

A few minutes later, Aslan came out of the small building happily. He really didn't expect that this would be done so simply. After all, the village had rejected Chen Xiansong's "Shen Tai" plan. He was originally worried that the other party would leave a knot in his heart, but now it seems that his youngest son's two teachers had a broader mind than he had imagined.

When Aslan returned home, three old men were waiting for him with nervous expressions. When they saw him coming back, the three of them asked together: "How is it, did he agree?"

"Okay." At this time, Aslan finally felt that he could breathe a sigh of relief.
Chapter completed!