Chapter 1120. Anyway, There Are Two Well People

Zhuang Buyuan didn't know that Guanda and Bangchui had inadvertently prevented a major attack on the manor. At this moment, he and the servants of the manor were meeting with Mr. Jing, the captain of the Three Camels Caravan.

When he was captured by those vicious soldiers in Gold Rush Town, the little old man was horrified and shouted desperately: "Don't kill me, don't kill me, I didn't do anything! I'm a good person! I'm a good person!"

Seeing Zhuang Buyuan kowtowing like a fool, Zhuang Buyuan couldn't help but raise his head with his hands. How on earth did this guy lead such a large caravan to do business in the Era of Exile, even in the Remote Star Territory? of?

"Go and call Mr. Hu." Zhuang Buyuan waved his hand, and several guards immediately rushed out and huddled together at the door, almost breaking the door frame.

Zhuang Buyuan looked at the backs of these guards and shook his head.

These guards in Gold Rush Town have no discipline, no sense of cooperation and regulations, and no loyalty at all.

Relying on them to defend the gold rush town is probably a fool's errand.

Not to mention anything else, seeing how attentive they are now, if other people come to call later, I am afraid these people will rebel immediately.

Although the capture of Gold Rush Town was an accident, since it was captured, of course it could not be handed over to others. After all, this was the first time the manor took steps towards the Era of Exile.

Without the natural pass of the fissure within the blue stone leaf, and without the protection of the forbidden stone wall, it would not be easy to protect the Gold Rush Town in the Era of Exile.

Next, Zhuang Buyuan will go all the way to the corners of the Exile Era, and building and expanding military forces is also a top priority right now.

After becoming the owner of the manor, Zhuang Buyuan lived an extremely fulfilling life every day, and there were always various problems and things in his mind that needed to be solved.

Hu Laosi hurried over and saw Mr. Jing. His expression changed and he subconsciously shrank a few steps.

He was once Jing Lao's serf, so he was considered his master.

Even though Mr. Jing was trembling with fear now, he was not necessarily merciful when facing people who were weaker than them.

The creatures in the Era of Exile are always like this. They don't care much about their own lives, and naturally they don't respect others.

"Mr. Jing, look up and see who this is? Do you know him?" Zhuang Buyuan shouted. Mr. Jing raised his head in panic and looked at Hu Laosi standing next to him.

He looked confused and panicked, and then kowtowed: "I don't know him, I don't know him, his hand has nothing to do with me, I didn't break it!"

Zhuang Buyuan couldn't help but roll his eyes, and even the two rabbit dragon guards guarding the side couldn't help but twitch the corners of their mouths and twitch their ears.

Where is this?

"Take a closer look!" Zhuang Buyuan said.

Mr. Jing looked at it carefully again and shook his head: "I don't know him. I really don't know him!"

Hu Laosi shook his head slightly.

In fact, it was normal for Mr. Jing not to recognize him.

He was just a slave in Jinglao's caravan, and he was still very young when he was running around with the caravan. After so many years, his appearance has already changed.

"I'm Hu Laosi..." Hu Laosi said, "Mr. Jing, I haven't seen you for many years, more than twenty years, right?"

"Hu Laosi?" Mr. Jing still shook his head.

"Lao Si is the surname given by the owner of the village. I was called Lao Si before."

"Fourth child?" Now Jing Lao finally remembered, "Are you the farmer's fourth child? The one who had a broken hand and was sold to me?"

Hu Laosi nodded.

Mr. Jing opened his eyes wide in surprise, looked at it for a while, and then shook his head:

"No...impossible...impossible!"

In fact, it's no wonder Jing Lao was so surprised and didn't dare to recognize him.

Peasants are the lowest class in the Exile Era. This sentence is not just said casually. Most of the peasants live a worse life than the hammer people.

But the man in front of him was full of energy and stood upright. Although his smile was courteous, it was definitely not directed at him. On the contrary, he exuded a sense of confidence both inside and outside his body. Although this self-confidence was still a bit false and seemed to have just been established not long ago, …

Is this a farmer?

With such magnanimity, it would be an understatement to say that he is a big shot somewhere!

If farmers could have such spirit, would they still be enslaved?

There are obviously a lot of farmers. If they dare to resist, who will bully them?

The peasant child next to him did not have the grayness, sluggishness, or malnutrition of ordinary peasants at all. His eyes were like two stars, shining brightly, and he was looking at him curiously.

Seeing that his body was in a mess and there were marks on his head from kowtow, he covered his mouth and chuckled.

Is this a farmer?

And he was once his own slave?

What happened to this family?

Of course he didn't know that the person standing in front of him was probably the richest man in the manor.

How does it feel to have a large bottle of time blood?

Of course, it nourishes people from the inside out, and the whole person's energy and spirit have changed!

In fact, before coming to Gold Rush Town, Hu Laosi did not have this kind of energy, but after killing the people in power in Gold Rush Town, which indirectly caused the change of ownership of Gold Rush Town, his whole person's energy and energy increased sharply. It's like he's been completely transformed.

Strictly speaking, he is now not only the top rich man in the manor, but also the top military meritorious person in the manor.

Because he was the one who captured the gold rush town and became the first person in the manor to capture the city and land for the manor.

Hu Laosi, who has outstanding military exploits, is now the most powerful general in the manor!

After Hu Laosi got Zhuang Buyuan's permission, he walked to Mr. Jing's side and whispered something, and Mr. Jing slowly calmed down.

He walked up to Zhuang Buyuan, knelt down and gave a big salute: " # Renjing Concrete would like to say hello to the Lord. I was so flustered just now that I made the Lord laugh."

"It's okay, it's okay." Seeing that he finally calmed down, Zhuang Buyuan waved his hand generously, and he could finally continue.

Then he was suddenly stunned: "Who did you say you were just now?"

Zhuang Buyuan didn't understand this pronunciation.

" # People."

"Who are # people?" Zhuang Buyuan had never heard of this race. Several people nearby also frowned and shook their heads, obviously not hearing about it.

It's actually a new race?

Jing Li lifted up his chest and showed Zhuang Buyuan a symbol on his chest.

Two horizontal and two vertical, one tic-tac-toe.

"Pfft!" Zhuang Buyuan laughed.

"Are you people from the well?! Hahahaha, there is such a race?"

Anyway, they are two different races.

Zhuang Buyuan felt that he could no longer look directly at this white-haired, elegant old man.

Jing Li was puzzled by the laughter, but seeing Zhuang Buyuan laughing so happily, he still apologized in embarrassment.

"Hehe, hahahaha, hehehehe..."

Zhuang Buyuan finally stopped laughing and said: "Then what kind of race are you well people? Are you a well digger?"