The old man glanced at the bloody corpse on the ground and said to Zhang Lang: "The young master has died tragically now. If I and Feixu go back, they will not be able to escape their guilt. Please save us, brave men!"

Zhang Lang said angrily: "How can I take care of your master's family affairs?"

The old man looked around, and his thief-like character seemed to mean that he was planning to do bad things. He came closer to Zhang Lang and whispered: "If the strong man becomes our young master, all problems will be solved.

…”

Zhang Lang was startled and shouted: "How can this be done?! It's impossible for Mr. Yuan Shao to admit his mistake to his own son, right?"

The old man hurriedly said: "The strong man doesn't know something. Our young master is actually just the child that the lord had with a maid. After the maid was pregnant, the lady found out and drove her away, so the lord has never seen the young master.

The lord just recently learned that this child was left outside, so he sent the old man and others to look for it. Hey, I just didn’t expect that something like this would happen!..."

Then he begged Zhang Lang: "Young Master is so heroic and courageous, please save Lao Chan and Feixu!"

Zhang Lang couldn't help but glance at the girl named Fei Xu, and when he saw her looking at him with a bewildered face, his heart suddenly became uncontrollable.

I also felt that I didn't know where to go in this strange world, so I simply went to Yuan Shao's place to make a living as a young master.

After thinking about this, Zhang Lang nodded and said: "Okay..."

The old man was overjoyed and said excitedly: "In this way, I have no worries as an old man!" Then he clasped his fists towards Zhang Lang and said: "Zhuang, no, young master, it is not suitable to stay here for a long time, let's get on the road quickly."

Zhang Lang smiled bitterly in his heart: I didn't expect that one day I would be a young master!

He looked around and saw a dozen horses scattered around the scene, so he said to the old man: "Take the horses and let's ride away."

The old man clasped his fists and bowed, "I will obey the master's orders." Then he called Feixu to run over and lead all the dozen horses around.

The old man said with some emotion: "There were more than twenty people when we came out, but I didn't expect that only a few of us were left."

Seeing Zhang Lang digging soil on the grass beside the official road with a long knife used by bandits, he asked in confusion: "Sir, what are you...?"

Zhang Lang said while digging the soil: "When people die, you can't do anything else, but you have to bury them anyway!"

Fei Xu showed an moved expression and couldn't help but said: "Young Master, you are such a good person!"

The old man said angrily: "Shut up!" Then he said to Zhang Lang: "The benevolence and righteousness of the young master are certainly touching, but although those thieves left, they might come back again, so we should leave immediately!

"

Zhang Lang raised his head and glanced at the old man. He felt that this old guy was really selfish. After having a fake like himself, he didn't even want to take care of the body of his real son.

Ignoring the old man, he continued to dig pits. Zhang Lang was very efficient and soon dug about twenty pits. He took the bodies of the true master and his followers and put them into each pit respectively, and bulldozed the earth.

Graves were built one after another.

After taking a look at these new graves, he said to the old man and Feixu: "Let's go!"

Feixu ran to those tombs and kowtowed three times before returning to Zhang Lang. The old man said displeasedly: "You are the only one who has a lot to do!"

Zhang Lang said: "Feixu talks about loyalty, which is good." Seeing Zhang Lang speak, the old man said nothing more.

The three of them linked the tails and reins of more than a dozen horses together, then mounted the three strong horses and headed forward along the official road. Liu Xian felt that a strange world and life were waiting for him ahead, and he felt in his heart

I felt inexplicably excited.

The group of people walked along the official road to the Bohai Sea. Only then did Zhang Lang feel firsthand the vastness and sparse population of ancient times. They walked on the road for three days and saw almost no other pedestrians.

The surroundings were so desolate that Zhang Lang had the illusion of being in a primitive world.

At dusk that day, an ancient city that had only appeared in movies and TV series finally appeared before our eyes.

Zhang Lang looked at the city, but an unreal feeling arose in his heart.

A group of three people and more than twenty horses entered the city. Zhang Lang looked around curiously. He found that this ancient city was not at all as glamorous as those in movies and TV shows.

There is only one main street, which runs from the city gate here to the city gate on the opposite side, about a thousand meters long. The entire street is paved with bluestone, which reminded Zhang Lang of the dozens of remaining streets in his hometown.

The bluestone road from years ago.

There are many houses of varying heights on both sides of the street. There are not many elegant ancient houses made of wood. Most of them are simple dwellings made of thatch and mud.

There were not many pedestrians on the street, and most of them were in ragged clothes and listless. Seeing this scene, Zhang Lang immediately understood why things like the Yellow Turban Rebellion happened in this era.

Yuan Fu led the two of them straight forward, and Zhang Lang asked, "Where are you taking us?"

Yuan Fu said: "It's getting late, let's go to the county government office to rest."

This county town is not big, and the three of them quickly arrived at the gate of the county government. Yuan Fu got off his horse and ran to the gate, raised a token and yelled at the government servant at the door angrily: "I am the steward of the Bohai Prefect.

Call your county magistrate to come out quickly."

When the two government officials guarding the gate heard this, they quickly obeyed and rushed in to report it.

Seeing this scene, Zhang Lang couldn't help but sigh with emotion. He felt that no matter what era it was, some things would never change at all.

After a while, Zhang Lang saw a middle-aged man in ancient official robes leading five or six government servants hurriedly out.

When he saw Yuan Fu, he immediately bowed and said, "I didn't know that Your Excellency was coming, but I missed you from afar. I hope you will forgive me!"

Yuan Fun hummed and said: "I am taking the Fourth Young Master to Bohai to reunite with my lord. I passed by your place today. Please quickly prepare the food, drinks and accommodation."

The county magistrate showed surprise and couldn't help but look behind Yuan Fu. His eyes suddenly lit up, showing an expression of wonder and awe.

It’s no wonder that people in ancient times can’t compare to modern people in stature. As a special warfare elite, Zhang Lang is not only over 1.8 meters tall, but also has a formidable aura that is far beyond what ordinary people can match. Therefore, the county magistrate fell in love with him at first sight.

You will be shocked next time!

The county magistrate came to his senses, rushed to Zhang Lang and paid homage: "Meng Xian, the magistrate of Chengping County, is here to pay homage to the Fourth Young Master. I didn't know that the Young Master was coming, and I missed the opportunity to welcome you from afar. Please forgive me!"

Seeing that the other party was so polite, Zhang Lang quickly got off his horse, clasped his fists like people of this era and said, "Master Meng, there is no need to be polite!"

When Meng Xian saw that Zhang Lang was not arrogant at all, he suddenly felt good in his heart. He just felt that the fourth young master was much better than the housekeeper!

Then Zhang Lang and the others were invited into the county government office to serve tea, and at the same time they ordered people to prepare food, drinks and accommodation.
Chapter completed!