"Miss Ling, today I will follow your order. I will accompany you wherever you want to go, and there is no restriction on the location."

After breakfast, Du Yong and Lingling changed into casual clothes and prepared to go shopping.

Lingling was a little awkward at first when she was called "Miss Ling", but now she was used to it. She tilted her head: "Is there really no restrictions?"

Du Yong further explained: "Of course you can't go outside the city, you can't go anywhere inside the city. You can't go even if you have a palace, so you can't go in."

Lingling said curiously: "Honest has never been to the palace?"

Du Yong recalled for a while: "I went there once when I was a child. My uncle took him there. I only remember a few magnificent pillars and a garden full of flowers. I don't have any impression of the others."

Lingling looked at Du Yong with a longing expression: "It would be great if I could go there once."

Du Yong waved his hand in fear and said, "Don't look at me with such eyes. How can the palace be easily entered? This way, I will take you in after I get promoted to the cabinet."

Lingling was very happy: "Young master, keep your word, Lingling is waiting for you to be promoted to the cabinet."

Du Yong was speechless and nodded perfunctorily.

This is basically a short check.

It is easier than raising the cabinet and forcing the palace to break into it.

After being happy, Lingling asked, "Where do you like to go to?"

Du Yong shrugged: "Don't you know? Feng Cuilou!"

Lingling glanced at him angrily: "What about Feng Cuilou? There is always other place, right?"

"Young people are actually similar." Du Yong chuckled and pointed his finger: "Weapon shop, horse farm, ring, restaurant, auction house, Yuhe pleasure boat, theater, there are only so many, I occasionally go to the second-hand market to check out."

“Second-hand market?”

Lingling was a little confused. In her impression, the second-hand market was a place where only those who were struggling in their lives would go. Du Yong obviously had nothing to do with struggling in their financial situation.

Du Yong explained: "Don't think that the second-hand market is worthless and there are also very expensive, because some young men will sell the good things at home. Brother Yang likes to visit the second-hand market very much. I will play with it, give me more patience and more eyesight, and sometimes I can get a big advantage."

There is something that I am quite impressed. Yang Jin used to buy a set of vases, put them at home for half a month, and then reselled them to a wealthy businessman who was about to move into a new home. He made more than 2,000 taels, which was like picking up money, but there were very few opportunities like this.

Lingling was surprised: "Young master should not be short of money, right? Why did he sell the good things at home?"

Du Yong laughed and said, "There is a kind of young man named Second Generation Ancestor. He spends money like flowing water and has restrictions at home. He has to steal things from the warehouse at home, but he doesn't understand, so he mostly sells it at a low price. Especially for those big families whose ancestors have been to the battlefield, there are not too many good things in the warehouse."

There was a period of time before, in order to mobilize the enthusiasm of the army, Dayan did not have to hand over all the spoils to the headquarters, and the chief just distributed them himself.

This policy once achieved very good results, especially the pioneer general and independent lieutenant. They would go wherever there was an enemy, and they would be desperate to fight. If they got good things, they would send people to the capital.

Lingling's eyes shone: "Young Master, why don't we go to the second-hand market with Brother Yang first?"

"Don't think you can get money. The second-hand market does have valuable things, but most of them are scams, with very good gimmicks, and they are specifically attracted to inexperienced novices."

Du Yong poured cold water in advance and then said, "And Brother Yang is going to buy a store, so how can he have time to go shopping with us?"

"Brother Yang doesn't go, let's go, the young master said there is no location restriction." Lingling shook Du Yong's sleeves.

"Go and go, go now." Du Yong was not a dishonest person, so he walked out.

"Young Master, we haven't brought the money yet?" Lingling pulled Du Yong.

"Yes." Du Yong patted his head, then snapped his fingers: "You wait for me at the gate, I'll get it."

After saying that, he went to the secret room and took a stack of silver notes worth hundreds of taels and packed them in a small cloth bag.

After returning to the gate, he hung the small cloth bag diagonally on Lingling: "Let's go."

Lingling opened it and opened her mouth wide: "So many? Young Master, this must be tens of thousands of taels, right?"

Du Yong smiled and said, "What are you doing so surprised? Just this little money is just sprinkling water, you have to get used to it."

Lingling didn't respond and stared at the thick stack of silver notes, obviously still in shock.

"Wake up!" Du Yong reached out and shook his hand in front of her twice.

"Young Master, is there anything wrong?" Lingling looked up stupidly.

"Tsk tsk." Du Yong stared at her, shook his head helplessly, and joked: "Looking at how you are, you can't let you get money. You are likely to escape with the money."

"I can't do it." Lingling stuck out her tongue embarrassedly.

The two talked and laughed, and soon arrived at the second-hand market in the west of the city.

The market is very large and the layout is very reasonable. The outer circle is full of various stores, the middle is a stall and a roof. The environment is very good, and at least it doesn’t look messy.

There were bargaining voices everywhere, full of anger.

I often hear the sound of the patrol maintaining order, which makes people feel at ease.

When he arrived in the middle, Lingling looked left and right for a while and exclaimed: "Young master, there are so many stalls selling weapons!"

Du Yongli said so naturally: "The world is now..."

Just as he was about to make a long discussion, Lingling said again: "Young master, why are that stall broken? Although it is a second-hand market, how do you use that kind of weapon?"

Du Yong looked over and saw that the stall was either a twisted weapon or a half of the weapon, not intact.

"It can be used as raw materials. After the furnace is restored, it can be used as a new weapon. It depends on your eyesight to buy this." Du Yong explained.

"Young Master, do we want to go and have a look?" Lingling asked.

"Let's go, bet on your eyesight." Du Yong nodded. There shouldn't be anything too good, but Lingling is so interested, it's okay to just take a look.

"Boss, boss?" Lingling called softly. The boss was lying on the soft chair, with his legs on the table, and his head was covered with a hat, as if he was asleep.

The boss didn't respond.

"Are you too unemployed? Are you not afraid of thieves?" Lingling murmured in a soft voice.

"There is nothing good, who can steal it?" Du Yong looked at it casually, saying disdain.

"Who said there was no good stuff?" The boss lifted his hat and stood up.

"Aren't you that... Captain Mo?" Lingling clapped her palms.

"Captain Mo, you sold toys last time and sold weapons this time. You have a lot of business." Du Yong couldn't help but smile.

"Young Master Du, I'm so excited." Captain Mo was very polite. He brought two stools to ask Du Yong and Lingling to sit down, poured two cups of tea and placed it on the small table next to him.

After Du Yong sat down, he picked up the teacup and took a sip, and joked: "Ask a low voice, are you going to the street stalls tonight? Or build a small cart, sell snacks or something?"

Captain Mo chuckled: "Young Master Du laughed. This is also the stall at home, and I use my spare time to help."

Du Yong gave a thumbs up: "It's a good, a fulfilling life."

"Young Master Du is awarded!" Captain Mo said modestly and curiously: "Young Master Du shouldn't buy things in such a place, right? Are you here today to change your mood?"

"Didn't you just say that there are good things in your stall?" Du Yong asked back.

"There are good things, but it's nothing in front of Mr. Du." Captain Mo smiled bitterly.

Lingling looked left and right: "Boss Mo, why are all the things in your stall covered with blood?"

They are indeed covered in black blood, and they look very depressing.

Captain Mo explained: "It was picked up on the battlefield, of course there will be blood."

Du Yong was surprised: "Captain Mo's home is not simple, and someone actually went to the battlefield to pick up things."

Captain Mo replied: "Only a small number were picked up by the ancestors of the family, and most of them were collected."

Du Yong picked up half of the scimitar: "Where is the northern border?"

Captain Mo nodded: "It's indeed Northern Xinjiang. They were collected or picked up more than ten years ago. It is said that there were dozens of cars before, but now they are almost sold out."

Du Yong sighed and remained silent.

Captain Mo observed his words and expressions: "Young Master Du, did you think of Lingzun and Lingtang?"

Du Yong smiled bitterly without saying much.

Captain Mo quickly apologized: "Sorry, my mouth..."

As he said that, he gently slapped himself in the mouth.

Du Yong shook his head: "It's okay, you didn't mean it... Lingling, why are you still standing there? Didn't you just say that you want to pick the raw materials and make kitchen knives?"

Lingling laughed and said, "Where did Lingling say that she was playing a kitchen knife?"

Du Yong grabbed his head: "What's it not a kitchen knife? Don't tell me, you want to use a weapon."

Lingling snorted: "Can you kill a dagger to defend yourself?"

Du Yong nodded: "Of course. Next time, if anyone who is not eyebrow dares to touch you, you can stab him with a dagger."

Captain Mo said strangely: "Someone dares to touch the people around Mr. Du?"

Du Yong rolled his eyes: "I am not a great character, why don't others dare to move? Just say, Captain Mo, don't you even dare to move me? You are asking such questions?"

Captain Mo showed shame on his face and bowed again to apologize.

"Okay, okay!"

Du Yong waved his hand quickly and chuckled: "Last time you apologized sincerely. Now you just happened to talk about this topic again. I just complained casually, don't mind."

Captain Mo smiled, nodded slightly, and helped Lingling pick things.

Du Yong casually said: "Captain Mo, do you know that the Second Highness is helping you win the opportunity to make meritorious service?"

Captain Mo smiled bitterly: "Of course I know. To be honest, I really don't want to participate in the case in the city anymore. I would rather go to Chuanming County to fight a tough battle with the Shengdan Gate and the Fire Wolf Gang."
Chapter completed!