Beiyang Imperial City is located in the center of the Bixiao Xuan Domain, with thousands of households, and it is very prosperous in civil engineering.

The city is high and deep, with a population of one million, and half of the empire's elite live here. With such a large population, it is natural that a huge supply of food is needed.

From the beginning of the founding of the empire, the food supply of the imperial city was listed as the first place in affairs.

Except for the grain transported from the counties of the empire, the area around the imperial capital for hundreds of miles, except for the necessary official roads, the rest was opened up as farms.

The royal official field accounts for about sixty percent. The rest are also the property of those big bureaucrats, big businessmen, and big landlords. Ordinary people, if they want to open up a half-acre field here, it is as difficult as climbing to the sky.

Five hundred miles away from the imperial city, there is a farm covering an area of nearly 100 acres, and the owner of the farm is a swarthy man who usually doesn't talk much. The people in the surrounding granges didn't know this man, but no one dared to bully such a foreigner.

Because, someone saw a carriage with a royal insignia, which often haunts here.

The swarthy man was named 'Dun Byrne' and his grange was called 'Byrne Grange'. The soil in this grange is extremely fertile, and every year you can get a good harvest in exchange for a large amount of Xuanjing

On this day, the sky was a little gray, and the sky was covered with black clouds, which was gloomy, but there was no sign of rain.

A carriage with a golden carport came from the official road in the distance. The surrounding merchants and pedestrians, when they saw the carriage, all avoided it from a distance.

In the sultry air, a fresh breeze suddenly wafted in. The force of the breeze was very light, but it lifted the curtain of the carriage.

An extremely handsome face appeared in the carriage.

A young ranger with a long knife on his back on the side of the road raised his head at this moment, and when he saw the face in the carriage, he couldn't help but be stunned for a moment.

In the carriage, a strong killing intent spread out. The young ranger quickly lowered his head.

The man in the carriage frowned slightly. The index finger of his left hand curled slightly, and he tapped the carriage with a few regular strokes.

Outside the carriage, a big man as strong as an iron tower heard it and nodded knowingly.

The big man glanced at one of the servants behind him, and the servants understood, and slowly turned the horse's head.

The Young Ranger is not very old, but he has a lot of experience. Knowing that the comer was not good, the young ranger didn't even think about it, and plunged headlong into the golden wheat Lang.

When the brocade-clothed boy in the carriage saw this, his expression was even more displeased.

The king is worried about the humiliation of the ministers.

Seeing that the young man in brocade was displeased, the big man of the Black Tower was also full of anger, and he glared at the servant fiercely, like two sharp arrows, shooting out.

Hu Servant's back was immediately wet with cold sweat. The whip in his hand was raised high, and then fell heavily on the horse's back. The steed neighed, and the servant disappeared into the rolling wheat.

The boy in brocade lowered the curtain and left a faint sentence: "Do it cleanly, don't leave any traces." ”

When the big man of the Black Tower heard this, he hurriedly agreed, but he only promised.

At the door of the 'Bourne Farm', Deng Boun and some of the persons in charge of the farm waited respectfully. His eyes glanced into the distance for a while, and he seemed to be in a hurry.

On the official road ahead, the golden carport carriage drove slowly, followed by more than a dozen horsemen, looking at the fluctuations of the aura on their bodies, none of the cultivation of these dozen people was below the 'high-level Xuan Ling'.

Dunbern saw the carriage and breathed a sigh of relief. His demeanor became more and more respectful, and he straightened his shirt and greeted him with a smile on his face.

"Dun Born greets his master. ”

Before the carriage could stop, Dunbern knelt straight on the side of the road. The dust soaked on his brocade clothes, and Deng Boun did not feel a trace of distress.

"Let these rites be dispensed with. ”

In the carriage, a cold 'tsundere' voice came, and when Deng Boen heard it, instead of being disgusted, he stood up with great joy.

The carriage slowly stopped, the black tower man lifted the curtain, and the brocade-clothed boy slowly stepped out of the carriage.

The boy was dressed in black, with a cape-like hat on it, and the boy in brocade wore it, covering most of his face.

"Go in and say. ”

Before Deng Boun could speak, the boy in brocade waved his hand, and the group entered the farm backwards.

In the main hall of the farm, the brocade-clothed boy sat high in the main hall, his black cloak had been removed, he stroked his hair, and frowned slightly.

The idlers and others had already retreated far away, and under the main hall, there was no one else except the Black Tower Dahan and Dun Boun.

In Dunbern's hand, he held a letter, and Dunbern held him up, his hands trembling a little.

The boy in brocade raised his head at the big man of the Black Tower, and the big man understood and took the letter from Deng Boen's hand.

There are not many words on the letter, only a dozen lines, and the corners of his mouth are slightly raised after the brocade boy reads it.

"Teng!"

The boy in brocade made a ball of letters, and a flame suddenly rose from his palm, and the color of the flame was extremely strange, and it was as black as ink.

Even so, the epistle burned in black fire and turned to ashes.

"This Zhuge Iron Arm actually bargained with this prince. The boy in brocade laughed, looking arrogant.

The big man of the Black Tower still stood upright, like an iron tower, and Deng Boen was laughing and groveling, like a prawn.

The two people have been singing, one hard and one soft, forming a stark contrast.

The young man in brocade looked at the two of them, and his smile faded. He looked at Dun Boun and asked, "Bourne, how did you do what I asked you to do?"

When Deng Baien heard this, his rickety body bent even more, almost hanging to the ground.

He smiled and said, "Back to the master, everything has been done according to your instructions." ”

After Deng Boen finished speaking, he straightened his waist slightly, facing the boy in brocade. The boy in brocade waved his hand and continued motionfully.

Deng Boen swallowed a mouthful of saliva and continued to report: "Four hundred and seventeen 'heroes' have been recruited, including thirteen 'high-level Xuan Ling', one hundred and fifty-five 'middle-level Xuan Ling', and the rest are all 'low-level Xuan Ling'."

"Very good, continue to recruit. The face of the boy in brocade clothes was filled with genuine joy: "Remember, the minimum must also be 'Xuanling Level', we only require quality in this recruitment, not quantity." ”

"Yes, yes. Deng Boun agreed.

The boy in brocade stayed in the grange for half a day in total, and then waited for the car to leave.

The man of the Black Tower has been standing by his side every step of the way, waiting for him.

"Black tart, what news did Jin Yang let you send last time?" In the carriage, the boy in brocade seemed to remember something.

"Back to the master, Jin Yang said, the king decreed, let you and Ye Junlin have a competition, whoever wins, who will marry Miss Gu. ”

"Oh. It's this kid again, it's always a big thing to hurt the prince, this time, the prince will teach him a lesson. After speaking, the young man in brocade leaned his head lightly on the carriage, with a strange smile on his face