"The Edict belongs to the entire town. How could it be used privately?" The gauze veil on Zhang Wentian's bamboo hat swayed.
Zhang Hongshou still said with a grin, "Consider it your New Year's gift money for the next few years. Three years... no, five years' worth!"
"Four years! Hmph!" Zhang Wentian snorted and slapped four Blank Edicts into his son's hands.
The Edicts looked utterly ordinary, just four sheets of white paper.
"Thanks, Dad! Long live Dad!" Zhang Hongshou accepted the four Blank Edicts with both hands and ran toward his mother's room.
"You little bastard!" Zhang Wentian shook his head, took out an account book, and carefully flipped through it as he calculated.
Before long, Zhang Hongshou and White Bone walked out of the Town Yamen.
Zhang Hongshou asked, "Uncle White Bone, what's the deal with Ye Han? And who is Zhou Hen?"
White Bone remained silent.
"Oh, Uncle White Bone, I'm only asking. Besides, if you don't tell me now and something happens later, wouldn't that be putting me in danger?"
White Bone shook his head and said, "Two newcomers from outside... one is a Night Guard Department Commissioner, the other is a deputy Night Guard Commissioner... one is a Fifth Rank Fate Arts Master, the other a Third Rank Martial Cultivator..."
After hearing White Bone out, Zhang Hongshou smiled. "A Fate Arts Master? Then the Xue Family brothers will definitely be interested in having some fun. They said last time was too easy. Perhaps this time, they can enjoy themselves to the fullest."
"Hongshou, the Fortune Mist is no trifling matter. Sometimes, even all the Ginseng Fruit in the world may not save you. It is fine to toy with those commoners, but against a Fate Arts Master, it is hard to say."
"Uncle White Bone