"Fuck off! I said six is six! We're just starting now, we don't have much money, and when we have more money! All those who have cultivated talents, as long as they want that identity, I'll buy them for them! Isn't it just two million! If we have money, we'll be willful! However, this thing is really not a good thing! I said, why can't you see through it?"

Yang Hong can't see through these people, the most painful thing in their lives is that they can't be nobles, they can't be masters, they can only be slaves.

Especially Yang Hong and Yang Kuang, these two could have become noble sons. If it weren't for the fact that the two of them were deprived of this identity because of their disabilities, the head of the family today would not have been Yang Zhe's turn at all.

"Philosopher, look, which six children should this reward be given to? Can my family Tengxiang ......" Yang Hong was very embarrassed, a little embarrassed, and blushed.

Yang Zhe looked at the expressions of these people in his house, and even Yang Dadun, who was always casual, was short of breath, rubbing his hands nervously and wanting to speak.

"Do you think this is a good thing? you will die in battle!" Yang Zhe couldn't understand.

"If you don't have the ability, you will die if you don't fight! If you are trampled in the mud and suffocated, or you will die on the battlefield vigorously, the philosopher, the fool knows how to choose. My kid wasn't a man of responsibility. Yang Hong continued to recommend himself.

Yang Zhe was silent for a moment and said, "Since you all take this as a good thing, then so be it." Award people according to their contributions. In the past two months, Yang Hong, Yang Kuang, Yang Dadun, Yang Xing, Yang Qihui, and Yang Boyu have performed well. The list of the six nobles will be given to the six of you. You distribute it yourself!"

Yang Hong and Yang Dadun knelt down with a snap, and bang kowtowed to Yang Zhe. Both of them were crying profusely.

Yang Dadun cried into tears, and Yang Zhe could barely bear it. Yang Hong was one-eyed, and when he cried, his snot was gurgling, like a monster, and he couldn't see it at all.

The other men of the Yang family who came with him were very red-eyed, secretly hating that they had not been able to earn a good performance in the past two months. They had never seen such a generous family head as Yang Zhe, and they never dared to think that such a good thing would fall on them. Yang Po was good enough to them back then, giving them money every month and supporting them, but he never mentioned that he wanted to give them the identity of the master!

Yang Zhe said to them, "Don't be discouraged. As long as your own children are angry, the status of a noble son and a noble daughter is only two million! As long as you work hard, when our clothes sell well, it is not impossible to give you a bonus of 350,000 yuan when the time comes. In three or five years, you will be able to save enough money for yourself. ”

These men all knelt down for Yang Zhe. "Philosopher, if we have saved enough money, you will give our children a noble household registration?"

"Of course. Not to mention the aristocratic household registration, as long as your children are promising, you want to go out independently to be a noble lord, I will approve it!"

"Philosopher!" Yang Hong exclaimed.

Yang Zhe waved his hand. "I'm measured, don't make a fuss. Get up! Get up! Get up! Get done! Unload a thousand sets of clothes first, and send them to the commander. ”

Yang Dadun got up, wiped a handful of tears, and said with a smile: "Yes, yes, yes, we have to thank Dashuai! Is a thousand sets missing?"

"A thousand sets is less! Do you really think it's a strong wind!" Yang Zhe really wanted to kick someone. These guys see that they produce one or two thousand sets of clothes a day, and none of them regard these things as wealth, and they are very cheap.

A thousand sets of clothes were sent to the Cliff Barracks.

Forty-seven children were also picked up by Shivata and brought to Cliff City. The list of the noble sons and daughters of the Yang family also came with them.

Yang Qihui and the others who stayed at home were so ecstatic, Yang Zhe could see one or two from the envious eyes of the other children.

The six lucky children are: Yang Hong's son Yang Tengxiang, Yang Kuang's son Yang Tengyue, Yang Dadun's son Yang Tengfei, Yang Xing's youngest granddaughter Yang Bei'er, Yang Qihui's daughter Yang Lu'er, and Yang Boyu's daughter Yang Qiao'er.

Yang Zhe called the six of them out first. "From today onwards, from the perspective of the imperial law, you are my own brother and sister!"

The six children knelt down in unison, kowtowed to Yang Zhe, and said in unison, "Meet the eldest brother!"

"Do you feel that you are very lucky, very happy, and are you rejoicing and excited that you are becoming a noble son and a noble daughter?"

The children kept nodding their heads, and their little faces were red from being too excited, and they were as red as little apples.

Yang Zhe said: "I don't think so! When I told your parents about this, I said that this is a responsibility and a shackle. From now on, you will be locked under the banner of the Half Moon Yang Clan, and locked under the glory of the Yan Imperial Family! You must use your shoulders to carry the glory of the Half Moon Yang Clan and the glory of the empire with me!"

"Fight for the family, fight for the empire, fight for glory!" shouted the eldest, Yang Tengfei.

The other five children also raised their little fists and shouted in unison: "Fight for the family! Fight for the empire!

"Okay! Since you have such ambition, I will fulfill you! You just have to work hard to cultivate, and I will earn the money! I will get the resources for cultivation!" Yang Zhe's heart surged.

"Eldest brother, we will definitely rebuild the glory of the family!" Yang Qiao'er raised her little face and said to Yang Zhe firmly.

Yang Bei'er and Yang Lu'er also had resolute eyes, stubbornly holding their heads high, and they didn't have the delicate attitude of a little girl at all.

All three of them were sold to the Qinglou and almost died. They understand better than other children what it means to have a weak family.

These forty or so children have all been sold and have experienced twists and turns. The difference is only in how much you suffer and how deep you understand. But they are all different from other children. They have experienced difficulties, and they know how to cherish them.

Yang Zhe organized the team for them, and solemnly handed over the other children to these six little nobles. Of these children, the eldest Yang Tengfei is 12 years old, and the youngest Yang Qier is only 7 years old. But as soon as they step through the barracks door, they will become a warrior!

"You are too small, you must be united! If you don't have a group of more than forty, don't blame others for bullying you!" Yang Zhe said solemnly.

The six noble sons and daughters of the Yang family, because they have not yet met the requirements of nobility, cannot get the official emblem of Dayan. They need to cultivate to level 30 before they are forty years old.

Cui Zheng looked at these children and said that they don't need to be forty years old, as long as they are not lazy, before the age of twenty-five, they will be promoted to level thirty, which is absolutely no problem.

As a result, these six children consciously doubled their training intensity, sweating from morning to night, which was light. In addition to eating and sleeping, it is cultivation, cultivation, and re-cultivation.

Looking at the children's cultivation schedule, from 4 o'clock in the morning to 11 o'clock in the evening, the schedule was full, and Yang Zhe was relieved.

The benefits of poor talent, he finally discovered. If he has a better talent, he will definitely be trained as a dog, and he will no longer be able to do the clothing business he wants to do!

After Yang Zhe left, Cui Zheng's housekeeper came over with a white robe and said, "Dashuai, this is a gift from Yang Yunqi." ”

Cui Zheng looked at it twice and nodded. The robe was not pure white, but a red plum was printed on the hem.

"Red plum proud snow, good artistic conception. Cui Zheng said.

The old butler said, "Yes." And it's extra soft. ”