You rascal, stop right there!

Chapter 220 Don’t Test People

Faced with such a situation, Ling Shumo could only restrain himself and push him away, saying in a hoarse voice: "Your body is not well yet, don't test me."

Now he just wants to watch this man and let him rest.

Bai Wan's wounds from his previous capture have not yet fully healed. Not only the knife wounds on his back, but he also has leg wounds and chain marks on his arms. He also needs to recuperate because of the pain caused by the country's destruction and the people's suffering.

But this person still tried to show off by painting a hundred fans. Who does he think he is?

Ling Shumo looked at him quietly, tucked in the quilt for him, wrapped him like a silk cocoon, his eyes full of admiration.

I couldn't help but reach out my hand and gently touch the corners of his tired eyes with my fingertips, confirming the tenderness of our companionship.

The companionship that is already in our hands can never be lost.

Once it is within reach, it becomes a beautiful torture...

His ears turned red, so he quickly buried his head in the quilt and turned his back in panic.

As a result, in order to maintain sanity.

On the second day, Ling Shumo had dark circles under his eyes, as big as walnuts.

Bai Wan was sleeping like a dead pig, with a bold "大" character written on his bed, which looked totally unpresentable.

The most important thing is that after he woke up, he was so forgetful that he completely forgot about Ling Shumo's staying overnight.

This person doesn't remember a single word.

The sun was rising in Dingzhou City, and the soldiers were training.

Ling Shumo walked into the tent and a few cold glances woke the sleepy soldiers.

"Pass my order and gather about a hundred men who are good at digging to wait for orders."

Ah Yan was extremely surprised: "Sir, yes."

Half an hour later, all the civil and military officials in charge of the city defense excavation and military equipment in Dingzhou City arrived.

Wang Sen was a little listless: "What does the military and state affairs master want to do so early in the morning?"

At this time, Ling Shumo walked in wearing a black military uniform. Although he was a civil servant, he had a heroic temperament.

Everyone looked at this outstanding-looking military official.

According to Da Ying's official rank, he was just a fourth-rank local official. In the past, in the capital, he was a small official that could be easily encountered by hitting someone with a brick.

But now, a big win is no different from losing the country. The so-called provincial officials are second only to Song Yuanshan, the commander-in-chief of the three provincial armies.

"I called you all here because Ling has a plan to raise military funds for you all."

The officials looked at this man in astonishment.

Everyone knows that a military pay and military order was issued to recover Yanzhou.

"Dingzhou was once the ancient capital of three dynasties, and there are several imperial tombs underground. Ling wants to exchange the burial objects for military pay."

The officials were shocked.

Deputy General Wang Kai was a little annoyed: "Mr. Junzhoushi, you are a civil servant who studied sage books. Digging up the tombs of the previous dynasty is such a treasonous act. Even if we win with this money, how will the people view us?"

"that is!"

"No!"

"Impossible!"

……

Officials began to echo the voices of opposition.

Ling Shumo looked at everyone and smiled faintly, with a hint of loneliness in his smile.

"The living are more important than the dead. This is for the sake of winning over the common people and the common people. How can we let ourselves be burdened by false reputation?"

Wang Kai shook his head: "We started the uprising to save the people. If we lose the support of the people, what's the point?"

Everyone's face began to turn pale.

Ling Shumo discovered that although he was the military governor of this state, he was repeatedly questioned and refuted by other military commanders of the three states.

Just because he was born into a civil service family.

Another reason is that he came from a poor family.

The other military officers and officials were all civil and military officials from aristocratic families for generations. Some, like Deputy General Wang Kai, were even related to the collateral line of the Great Ying Emperor.

Even though they were all in the name of an uprising for the people, they were still divided into several factions. To them, only the opinions of the powerful families were correct.

After a debate, no one accepted his opinion.

After leaving the tent, A Yan asked Ling Shumo, "Sir, they didn't respond. Will you still send people to dig up the tomb?"

Ling Shumo said straightforwardly: "Send them! Execute them first and report later. Gather the military pay first. When we win, I will take the punishment."

A Yan was silent for a long time: "I'm afraid no one understands your good intentions."

All I could hear was Ling Shumo mumbling to himself, and he exhaled softly: "The living are more important than the dead."

The military and state affairs residence.

A carriage was parked at the gate of the backyard.

Standing behind the carriage were Bai Wan, Luo Wenqi, and Shen Zhuyue, all wearing thick cloaks.

They placed the painted fans and scrolls into a box and loaded it onto the carriage.

Bai Wan looked at these things and felt proud: "The money I get from sending these calligraphy and paintings to Lingyu will definitely be of some use."

He was exhausted after working for several days and was indeed injured by the painting.

From now on, I will never paint fans again, even if you kill me.

Whoever wants to paint may paint!

The capital and other provincial capitals have been occupied for many days. We hope to recover them as soon as possible.

Although they are just painters with only brushes in their hands, they can fight to the last moment for a big win even with such a small talent.

Bai Wan patted Luo Wenqi's shoulder fiercely and said, "Brother Qi Tu, you have worked so hard. Do you know that your paintings of beauties are now more lifelike than before?"

"Heh!" Luo Wenqi raised his sore left arm and rolled his eyes at him.

He painted day and night without repeating a single picture even if it was a hundred. He also had to strive for perfection and not lose the reputation of being the Saint of Painting.

Is it a blessing from being cheated?

The effect is greater than practicing on my own for a while.

"Recently, Shen has improved quite a bit and can now barely hold a pen with his left hand." Shen Zhuyue bowed.

Two amazing painters painted with their left hands in front of him. After watching them so many times, he learned everything.

Bai Wan silently put the two men's shoulders together and laughed heartily.

"Okay, the merit is complete. I'll treat you to a meal!"

"You can cook?" Luo Wenqi looked at him in disbelief.

My impression is that Han Miaoran has never been involved in the kitchen, let alone how much edible food there is in Dingzhou now.

Those who had rice porridge were considered wealthy, and most of them were soup made from grass leaves, bran and rice bran.

"Prejudice, I am very powerful!" Bai Wan took narcissism to the extreme, "This world is so big, what can't be eaten?"

This kind of smile is still so casual and cynical.

"Why do I have such a bad feeling?" Shen Zhuyue stared at the man and felt the hairs on her back stand up.

They sat in Bai Wan's room, with a pot of soup boiling in the middle. The soup was yellow and seemed to have a hint of meat.

Meat. How can we get meat in this chaotic world?!

The charcoal fire in the room was extremely hot, and the soup seemed even hotter when it was heated.

It's like a steamer.

Luo Wenqi took a bite of a small piece of meat in the pot and found it tasted light, but fortunately it was fresh and juicy.

"Guess what's cooking in this pot?"

Bai Wan asked while eating.

Shen Zhuyue just felt that the taste was strange, unlike ordinary poultry and livestock. Some eggs tasted very light.

After all, the two of them rarely ate meat, so being able to eat meat was a real pleasure. They ate it piece by piece, savoring it carefully.

At this time, Wang Sen at the door smelled the scent and walked in.

Then, Bai Wan came forward and pulled the person in, handing him a pair of chopsticks.

Everyone enjoyed the meal very much.

At this time, Luo Wenqi asked: "It tastes good, but Dingzhou is short of food now, where did you get the meat?"

Bai Wan smiled but said nothing and continued eating.

Wang Sen added: "Don't you know? These are bean caterpillars. Where did the boss get so many of them? It's amazing!"

insect?

Others vomited.

Only Bai Wan served himself a bowl of soup, muttering to himself: "Why spit out such good food? What a waste!"

He had eaten everything to survive, and he spent a long time grinding the insect meat when he caught one for his friend.

There are things that you cannot eat or touch. It would be a shame to spit them out!