As the day approached, Jiao Yang'er left Sheng Laohan's house. Sheng Laohan, who was born in the Golden City and is older than the Golden City, has really given Jiao Yang'er a lot of information after tea and dinner over the years.

"I'm back!" As soon as Jiao Yang'er touched the door, a familiar voice sounded in the room.

"Grandpa, you're going to scare people to death like this!" Jiao Yang'er looked at the dark shadow sitting at the table in the room, and complained a little.

"Is there a catch?" the lamp lit, and the wooden hammer looked at Jiao Yang'er, a smile on the corner of his mouth.

"What's the catch?" Jiao Yang'er put on an innocent look.

"Didn't you go to the girl's doll's house?" Guan Muhammer looked at Jiao Yang'er, crying and laughing.

"Oh, grandpa, you said this!" Jiao Yang'er couldn't pretend anymore, and covered up with a smirk: "It's nothing, just talk nonsense for a while!"

"Your mouth is still tight!" Guan Mu Hammer smiled appreciatively, got up, and said, "Don't rest, come with me!"

Jiao Yang'er honestly followed behind Guan Muhammer, and the two came to the ancestral hall again. In the ancestral hall, the lights are bright but empty. The wooden hammer sat at the head of the ancestral hall, and Jiao Yang'er stood aside, waiting.

The night was gone, and the day was dawn. A group of old men on crutches walked bustling towards the ancestral hall, and some had a small support next to them. Everyone entered the ancestral hall and greeted each other, politely.

"Everyone is here, then I'll say a few words first!" Guan Muhammer looked at Jiao Yang'er and ordered: "Grandson, first salute the elders here!"

"Hello elders, the junior Jiao Yang'er is polite!" said Jiao Yang'er and bowed deeply.

"Wooden hammer, is this really a child of a young slave?" some of the old men were still a little incredulous.

"It's my grandson, hahaha" Pipe Hammer rejoiced.

"What about the young slave girl?"

"The young slave is no longer here!" was asked about the sadness, and Guan Wooden Hammer's expression was a little gloomy.

"Hey!" the old man present also sighed.

"Fortunately, there is still a seed!" the old man on the first chair to the left of the wooden hammer got up, walked to Jiao Yang'er, and looked at it. Then, he took out a pair of bracelets, put them in Jiao Yang'er's hand, and exclaimed: "The pride of the sky!"

"Dragon and phoenix bracelet, Great Elder, this is too precious, grandson quickly return it to Great Elder!" Guan Mu Hammer said, but there was another act in his hand, and he pressed Jiao Yang'er's hand stiffly.

"Virtue, take it!"

"Grandson, thank you Great Elder!" Hearing the Great Elder's words, Guan Mu Hammer let go of Jiao Yang'er's hand, revealing a smile on his face.

"Thank you, Great Elder!" Jiao Yang'er bowed. His eyes glanced at his grandfather, and his face blushed.

"Great Elder, it's really polite!" Guan Mu Hammer didn't blush, his heart scanned everyone, and he said in a colorful voice: "My grandson has been wandering outside for many years, and it has not been easy these years, and it is rare for the Great Elder to love him so much. I hope that for my sake, everyone will love and cherish him like a great elder!"

Everyone present listened to Guan Muzhu's words, and they were all embarrassed. looked at the face of the pipe wooden hammer, but there was no way, they stepped forward to offer treasures. Jiao Yang'er happily accepted the gift, without the slightest shyness. If it's really not a family, don't enter a family.

When it was over, Jiao Yang'er, who was holding a bunch of gifts, looked at the young man standing behind the three elders, aggrieved, pouted, and said, "Grandpa, yesterday the thunder fire burned my 100,000 taels of silver tickets, you have to be the master for me!"

"What?" the third elder exclaimed, turning his head to look at his grandson.

"What a silver ticket, just a few pieces of waste paper!" Lei Huo was young and vigorous, pointed at Jiao Yang'er, and said angrily: "You are a liar, yesterday you were Jiao Lianshan, and today you will become Jiao Yang'er!"

"What's going on?" the third elder stared at Lei Huo in surprise when he heard this.

"Yes, yes, let me explain!" Guan Wooden Hammer guarded the calf, cleared his throat, and said with pity: "The young slave was killed after giving birth to this child. Fortunately, a family surnamed Jiao in Lianshan adopted him and named Jiao Yanger. After that, something happened, and the entire Lianshan was slaughtered by the Fengxi Empire. In order to remember the deep hatred of the sea of blood, this kid changed his name and called it Jiao Lianshan!"

"City Lord, this kid's words may not be credible, he is a liar, he can make up all nonsense, it may not be your grandson!"

"Presumptuous!" the wooden hammer slammed into the case, angrily pointing at the thunderous fire.

"The little ones are angry, and the old ones are also angry!" The Great Elder stood up, glanced at the wooden hammer, looked at Jiao Yang'er, and said, "Yang'er, don't listen to that kid's nonsense, he is a muddy person!"

"Hmm!"

"Sheep, do you still have a silver ticket?" the Great Elder explained, "If you still have it, show it to me!"

"There are others!" Jiao Yang'er felt the justice in the great elder's bones, and put away a handful of gifts as if he were juggling. Then, a stack of silver tickets appeared in his hand and handed it to the Great Elder.

"I'm still clumsy, the little guy is not simple!" the Great Elder glanced at the ring in Jiao Yang'er's hand and smiled slightly. Then, I carefully studied the silver ticket in my hand.

"Is that it?" the Great Elder handed the stack of silver tickets to Thunder Fire.

"That's it!" Lei Huo read it carefully and replied seriously.

"That's the real silver ticket!" The Great Elder looked at the wooden hammer and said with a smile: "Your grandson is really rich, more than 500,000 taels of silver tickets!"

Listening to the words of the Great Elder, everyone dropped their jaws in shock, but the wooden hammer stared at their grandson, feeling that the harazi was about to flow out.

"You loser, that's a few years of income in Golden City, and you burned it casually?" the third elder was furious and gave Lei Huo a slap. Then, with a smiling face, he walked towards Jiao Yang'er and said, "Yang'er, don't pay attention to that loser's thing, there is a gadget here, you can keep it for fun!"

Guan Mu Hammer looked at the vest that the third elder put in Jiao Yang'er's hand, and urged Jiao Yang'er to put it away quickly. A ridiculous thing happened, and the stack of silver tickets did not return to Jiao Yang'er's hands, but was given a wooden hammer by the Great Elder and put away.

"Grandpa,......" Jiao Yang'er wanted to say something, but was interrupted by the coughing voice of the Great Elder. Guan Mu Hammer understood, changed the topic, and said: "This matter is like this, no one is allowed to pursue it in the future!"

"Next, I want to announce an important matter!" Guan Mu Hammer ignored Jiao Yang'er's eyes, and said calmly: "The Heart Refining Hammer has chosen the master!"

"Who is it?" everyone asked.

"Jiao Yang'er, my grandson!" Guan Mu Hammer's nostrils were facing the sky, and the bull was arrogant.

At this moment, the ancestral hall exploded.

Only the Great Elder was still sitting motionless, but his eyes had already changed direction. looked at Jiao Yang'er's eyes, and fell on Lao Chang standing in the corner.

Lao Chang, who was burying his head, suddenly raised his eyes, and then nodded slightly.

The Great Elder, who had received the answer, stood up and raised the cane in his hand to signal silence. In the silent ancestral hall, there was a plop, and someone knelt on the ground, it was the great elder.

"See the Hammermaster!"

When everyone saw the great elder kneeling on the ground, they all followed behind, and knelt down in unison, prostrate on the ground, extremely religious.

Jiao Yang'er looked at the wooden hammer, and the wooden hammer turned his eyes to the sky and turned a blind eye. Jiao Yang'er was helpless, bent down and raised his hand, and said: "Seniors, get up first, I'm still far from the real hammer master!"

After everyone got up, they were full of expressions. There are surprises, shocks, calmness, and unwillingness, all of which are under the eyes of the sheep.

"I'm old, and I'm going to let my grandson take over the position of my city lord, I don't know what you elders, what do you think?" Guan Mu Hammer said coldly.

"Very good!" the Great Elder looked at the wooden hammer with a complacent expression, smiling and nodding. The crowd still followed the Great Elder.

"Grandpa, I'm too young to do it!" Jiao Yang'er really didn't want to be the city lord of a golden city, how could he have so much leisure to manage the affairs of a city.

"Young man, how can you say no!" Guan Mu Hammer looked at Jiao Yang'er and said angrily: "If you can't do it, you have to do it!"

"Okay!" Jiao Yang'er was actually excited. If you become the lord of the city, the idea of fighting the inventory of the Golden City will be enough for the Xijin Empire to establish an invincible iron army. In that way, you will be one step closer to your goal.

"Hammer Lord, City Lord all in one, okay!" the Great Elder looked at Jiao Yang'er and sighed meaningfully.

"Chang, go and prepare for the luncheon!" Guan Mu Hammer finished the council, looked at the elders and said, "Old brothers, how about staying for a light meal?"

"Okay! We old fellows haven't been together for a long time!" The Great Elder seemed to have memories and vicissitudes.

The other five elders were a little blind. I don't know what kind of drama the Great Elder sang today, but he still looked forward to the Great Elder and echoed it.

In the midst of the staggering, a luncheon of hypocrisy and wrongful snakes ended. In the banquet room of the City Lord's Mansion, only Guan Mu Hammer and Jiao Yang'er were left.

"Grandson, how are these old guys?"

"Grandpa, you're not kind, you can't handle these old guys by yourself, you actually let me go!" Jiao Yang'er was a little drunk and a little unscrupulous.

"Who told you to empty the Golden City warehouse! Then you'll have to get rid of these old guys first!"

"I didn't!" Jiao Yang'er was a little weak-hearted, changed the topic, and said, "My silver ticket, bring it!"

"In my hands, it's mine! The right should be the tax that you, the city lord, handed over to the Golden City!" Guan Mu Hammer clenched his chest, for fear of being robbed.

"Isn't Golden City self-sufficient, why do you want so much silver?"