The first impression this person gave him was very good. Tianhao smiled and nodded and admitted: "What should you call me?"

"My name is Yuanwei, and I am the city lord of Shanyang City. I am different from you. I am from the Kuangniu tribe." Yuanwei stood up from the chair, stared at Tianhao up and down for a long time, and sighed with emotion: "I didn't expect you to be so young... Come on, sit down, and tell me carefully, what did you do? You became the city lord at such a young age. If I hadn't been very familiar with Niu Weibang and knew him well, I would definitely think you were his illegitimate son."

This made Tianhao laugh and cry. It was obvious that the other party's enthusiasm was not fake at all. It was nothing, so he simply pulled a chair from the side and sat down and started a conversation.

Basically, Tianhao was alone saying that Yuan Wei only asked questions occasionally. The content of the conversation included the development of Panshi Village, the two battles against the Deer and Pigs, and the utilization of resources around Panshi Village, etc.... Of course, Tianhao would not disclose the confidential content, and he would not deliberately conceal the things that could not be hidden.

Yuan Wei listened very carefully. He had rich experience in this age group, cautious, meticulous and patient: "As a result, the population of Panshi City now exceeds 30,000?"

Tianhao did not exaggerate the facts, he shook his head modestly: "Not so many, there are about 27,000 people, and a large part of them are Pig tribe."

"That's also a great achievement!" Yuan Wei was very satisfied with Tian Hao's attitude, and he liked the other party's honesty that did not deliberately exaggerate. His eyes were full of admiration and appreciation: "Not bad... a small village on the border of Leiniu tribe can develop to this level in just a few years. If all the village leaders work hard like you, our Niu tribe must be the number one clan in all tribes."

As he said that, he grabbed Tianhao's hand: "Come on, let them review the documents for you, and then brand them, don't waste time. Little brother, go to my place to drink after finishing it."

Tianhao took off his coat, revealing his thick arms, and his strong muscles were clearly angular, reflecting a light brown light.

The red soldering iron contacted the skin and instantly melted the subcutaneous fat. The strong burnt smell spread everywhere, accompanied by a heart-pounding "hissing" sound. After a while, when the soldering iron was removed, Tianhao endured the pain and looked towards his left arm, and saw a clear double-horned cow head pattern there, with bright lines and a special beauty of roughness and barbarity.

Yuan Wei stood beside him and carefully observed the imprints on Tianhao's left arm that represented different identities.

Ten people, hundreds, thousands of people... Until now, the newly added city lord logo.

Tian Hao gritted his teeth tightly. The severe pain caused the nerve to twitch. The arms that were crossing the waist trembled slightly, and cold sweat broke out on his forehead, but he didn't say a word, but his facial expression seemed a little ferocious.

"I am worthy of being a good man from my cow clan!" Yuan Wei cheered loudly. He patted Tianhao's shoulder with satisfaction, his eyes full of admiration: "I have the first time I'm as big as you, I almost cried when I was so painful. If my father hadn't whipped a few times, I probably..."

As soon as he said this, a messy footsteps suddenly came from the direction of the gate. Yuan Wei, who had not finished speaking the second half of the sentence, quickly looked up in that direction and saw more than a dozen people walking into the hall. The two of them knew that it was the lord of the city of Mishui City of the Bison Ministry, and his son Zong Guang.

"Hey! Lao Gu, why are you here too?" Yuan Wei took a big stroll to meet him, and laughed loudly.

Zong Ju looks not old, it should be about the same as Yuan Wei, about forty. He is about the same size as Yuan Wei, but not as strong as the latter. He is thin in size, and his high and protruding cheekbones make the eye sockets look deeper and deeper, and his buckled front teeth make the upper lip always open. Seeing Yuan Wei, he seemed a little hesitant, and his expression on his face was not very natural. His eyes immediately fell on Tianhao, nodded subconsciously, said "Oh" casually, raised his hand, and pointed at Tianhao: "This is..."

Yuan Wei was obviously not that sharp in observing his expressions. He still laughed loudly, grabbed Zong Gu's arm hard, and pulled him closer: "Let me introduce you to you, this is A Hao, the new city lord of Lei Niu Tribe. His territory has just been upgraded from a village to a city, and he is Niu Weibang's subordinate."

Turning his head and facing Tianhao: "This is Zonggu, from the Buffalo tribe, just like you, and the city lord. That is his son Zongguang, just call him A Guang."

A faint smile appeared on Zong Ju's face. It was more embarrassing than being polite. He maintained an essential etiquette and stretched out his right hand to Tianhao: "Hello."

Seeing the two of them greet each other, Yuan Wei repeated the previous question: "Lao Gu, why are you free to come here?"

Zong Gu opened his mouth, but he wanted to speak but stopped.

Tianhao saw that he was very embarrassed, but he didn't understand why. While thinking, he saw Zong Guang standing behind Zong Gu.

This man is very young, twenty years old, or even younger. He is a head shorter than Zonggu, and is very thin. He wears a wide leather robe and sways, making him look very empty. He has delicate skin rare in northern barbarians, and his face is pale, as if he has just recovered from a serious illness.

Zong Ju probably saw that Yuan Wei had no intention of leaving, and then watched Tianhao take off his shirt and put his left chest on his left. The burnt smell in the air had not yet dissipated, and the newly-branded pattern on his arms was very clear. A trace of envy flashed in his eyes, hesitated for a few seconds, and forced a smile: "I... A Guang is the city lord now. Isn't this the king convening a meeting? I will bring him, get an identity, and... a branding."

It was a very simple thing. Zong Ju said it very hard. He lowered his head as he spoke, and his expression was not very natural.

"City Lord?" Yuan Wei looked at him in confusion, then turned his head to look at Zong Guang who was standing behind Zong Gu: "Hiss... I said Lao Gu, A Guang is clearly the leader of Huaiji Village. When I went to his place last autumn, there seemed to be only more than 3,000 people in the village. When did it exceed 10,000?"

"…This…” Zong Ju found it difficult to speak, but Yuan Wei asked very directly, and they were very familiar with each other. It was better to say some things earlier than to say them later. After thinking about it, his voice became lower: “…I divided some people from Mishui City…”

Yuan Wei's face suddenly became clear.

Tianhao understood the meaning of Zong Gu's words.

The conditions for being promoted from a head of a thousand people to a city lord are very harsh. The population of the village under the rule must exceed 10,000. Zong Guang was Zong Gu's son, and his father distributed thousands of people from his city to upgrade Huaiji Village to a city.

Tianhao didn't know whether this was illegal, but judging from Yuan Wei's expression, it was probably not the first time that someone in the clan did this. Moreover, he was very unfamiliar with this world, couldn't interfere, and was not easy to express his opinions.

"I am old, A Guang always wants to take over my position." Zong was a little ashamed, as if he was defending his behavior: "He is only a thousand people and has no experience in managing big cities. I thought about lifting him up first and practicing with Huaiji City. If I have more experience in the future, I will feel relieved if I hand over Mishui City to him."

Zong Guang should have a very introverted personality. He kept his head down, a little shy and didn't speak.

Yuan Wei couldn't express his opinion on this. He sighed and asked, "Is there any problem with the king?"

Zong Ju knew what he meant, and nodded quickly and said, "The king has agreed, and A Guang's identity document has also been sent."

Yuan Wei nodded with a stern face, turned sideways and gave in to the side: "Since that's the case, let A Guang come over and accept the brand!"

No matter how strict the regulations are, some people take advantage of loopholes. Although Zong Ju and Zong Guang are father and son, doing so must be favoritism. In the words of the civilized era, it is "legal and unreasonable", which is despised, but it cannot be found.

Zong Ju also knew that this was not appropriate. He smiled embarrassedly, held Zong Guang's hand hard, pulled his son over, and stood in front of the charcoal-fire brazier.

The waiter checked the identity documents presented by Zong Gu and carefully checked them. He picked up the cooling soldering iron and stuffed them into the deep burning charcoal fire. He looked at Zong Guang with no emotion at all: "Take off the clothes."

Zong Guang trembled clearly. He stared at the soldering iron burning red in the charcoal fire, his eyes showing fear and struggle.

He took a trembling step back, his whole body shrank, begging his father in a crying voice: "Dad...I...I'm afraid..."

Zong Ju was anxious and wanted to have an attack, but due to Yuan Wei and Tianhao's presence, he could only lower his voice and asked angrily with indescribable shame: "What are you afraid of?"

"...It hurts..." Zong Guang was a cowardly person. He grabbed Zong Gu's hand tightly: "The iron...it hurts so much... I last made thousands of people's heads, and I had been in pain for more than a month."

Yuan Wei looked around, turned around, covered his mouth with his hands, and looked at his trembling back, and was obviously embarrassed to laugh in front of his old friend.

Zong Ju felt that his face had been thrown away. He was so angry that he shook his son's hand away and cursed with regret: "You...you...this is the rule set by our ancestors. Look at Ah Hao, he is not much older than you, he is also the city lord."

Zong Guang was tortured by strong fear, his face became paler. He grabbed his father's hand again and begged: "I'm afraid...I'm afraid..."

Just then, a serious voice suddenly came from the direction of the gate.

"Since you're scared, you don't need to be sold. You can't even bear this little pain, so why are you the city lord?"

National Master Wu Peng walked into the hall surrounded by several guards.

Seeing this, Yuan Wei quickly turned around and saluted: "Great Master, you are here."

Although Wu Peng was old, his pace was very steady. He walked straight to Tianhao, glanced at the newly-browned bullhead pattern on his arm, and nodded with praise: "I knew you wouldn't disappoint me. Not long after that, Panshi Village became Panshi City... OK! OK! Very good!"

He said three words "good" in a row, and the people around him were amazed. The national teacher is steady and cunning. He rarely praises someone in public, and it is even rarer like today.

Yuan Wei turned his gaze to Tianhao and gained a new understanding of this young man.

Zong Ju was also looking at Tianhao, his eyes full of emotion, and more envy. Thinking about his timid son, he looked at Tianhao. The complex emotions that were dominated by "other people's children" made him not know what to say.

The national master turned around and stared at Zong Guang with his serious eyes. His eyes were so sharp that he scared the young man to death and kept trembling. Zong Guang wanted to hide behind his father and avoid it, but reason told him that he must not do this: this is a great national master, the one who decides his future destiny.

"What kind of morality is it to be afraid of pain and itch?" Wu Peng picked up his crutch and paused heavily on the ground, making a majestic and cold voice: "Your father finally asked for a position of city lord for you in front of His Majesty, but you don't cherish it at all. The mark is a trace of my cow man's courage and ability, from His Majesty the Majesty to the most ordinary village manager, which arm has no marks on his arm? Tiger, Lion, Eagle, Deer... All tribes are like this. This is the rule set by the beast god. If you are born as a barbarian, you must respect the beast god and accept all this."

This reprimand made Zong Guang’s cheeks turn red. He lowered his head, bit his lower lip hard, and his hands, clenched into fists, kept rising slightly, trembling constantly in excitement and humiliation.

He wanted to yell and take off his shirt, rush to the charcoal fire, pick up the soldering iron, and prove that he is not a coward by his behavior.

However, the previous experience of the imprint really could not make him forget the severe pain, which was unbearable, and even the pain was enough to make him faint.

The national master's majesty questioned again with anger and majestic questioning: "Since you are so afraid of the mark, then I ask you, how did you pass the qualifications of ten, hundred, and thousand people before? You cannot get your identity without marks. You have been the leader of Huaiji Village for so long. Even if your father is brave, he will not dare to be favored. Tell me what's going on?"

Zong Guang couldn't help it anymore. He pulled off his shirt and exposed his left arm. The smooth skin surface was arranged in three marks from bottom to top.

Wu Peng Cang's old eyes released a cold look that saw through everything, and his voice was mixed with a hint of contempt: "Don't tell me that you took anesthetics when you were branded before, it was no different from cheating."

Zong Guang suddenly raised his head, and his anger caused his muscles to be tightened. The thick blood vessels suddenly burst into pieces in the temples on both sides: "I don't!"

"That's strange." The national master sneered and shook his head: "I could accept the imprints before, but now I'm afraid... In my opinion, there is no need to be upgraded to a city in Huaiji Village. You should stay there and be a leader!"

Zong Ju suddenly became anxious next to him, and rushed to Wu Peng quickly and begged repeatedly: "Great National Master, you can't do this! A Guang is young, so please give him a chance."
Chapter completed!