Frontier Army Warrior

Chapter 367 People’s Petition

Everyone quickly reached out to help Lin Feng up and put his shoes on him.

Fortunately, he didn't take off his clothes, he just put on a cloak on the outside.

Everyone surrounded Lin Feng and walked out.

There were a few people standing in the outer room, including civil servants headed by Wen Cheng.

Seeing Lin Feng coming out, they all smiled and bowed to congratulate him.

At this time, the sky was already slightly bright. Lin Feng came to the gate of the yard and signaled Cheng Liang to open the door.

The wooden door slowly opened with a creaking sound.

Lin Feng was shocked and stared blankly at the faces outside the gate.

Countless faces gathered on the wide street.

Anxiety and anticipation were evident on every face.

Lin Feng stepped onto the steps in front of the door and looked around.

It seemed as if the entire street was crowded with people.

There was no sound, and countless people were waiting silently.

The news of Lin Feng's fainting was still spread.

The common people of the entire castle gradually gathered here. They refused to leave until they saw Lin Feng.

Lin Feng saw that white frost was hanging on the hair of every citizen.

Apparently, they stood there all night.

Lin Feng was moved. This is what people want.

He nodded and smiled at the crowd, clasping his hands together.

"Everyone, I, Lin Feng, have recovered. I'm sorry for making you miss me. Thank you. Go back now. Thank you..."

The entire crowd shook as if they had suddenly come alive, and the noises became chaotic.

"Okay, General Lin is ready!"

"I said it's okay, don't worry..."

"Whoever talks nonsense again, I will fuck his ancestors..."

"Who the hell is talking nonsense..."

"..."

The conversation was so chaotic that I couldn't hear what was said afterwards.

Lin Feng stood on the steps at the door and waited for two quarters of an hour, and the crowd finally dispersed.

But the street outside the door is filled with all kinds of food.

This was brought from home by the common people and given to Lin Feng as a nourishment for his health.

Lin Feng walked slowly through the street, breathing the fresh air of the morning. In the mist, people who were setting up their morning stalls had already picked up their loads and were hurried past.

In the distance, there were the sounds of chickens crowing, dogs barking, and children crying.

Life was so vivid that Lin Feng doubted himself for a moment and fell asleep again.

"Bai Jing, find someone to notify merchants everywhere to buy garlic in large quantities. The price is better than other merchants."

Bai Jing agreed and asked softly, "Brother, was it garlic that saved my life this time?"

"You're very clever. This will become a life-saving drug. We'll make a killing."

"But, you can't let me handle such important medicine by myself, right?"

Lin Feng laughed: "That would tire me to death, but even if I did, I wouldn't be able to get much."

Bai Jing said worriedly, "We don't trust others with it either."

Lin Feng waved his hand: "It doesn't matter. We can divide the process of making medicine into several stages, each producing different semi-finished products, and then synthesize them at the end. No one will know the complete production process."

Bai Jing sighed: "Brother, I don't want to praise your intelligence anymore, but I can't help it."

"Oh, stop praising me. I'm afraid I can't handle it."

"You hate..."

When Lin Feng returned to the command center, Wen Cheng was already waiting in the room.

Seeing Lin Feng coming in, he first bowed to congratulate him, and then held a stack of papers in front of Lin Feng.

"General, this is a petition submitted by the people of the castle. Please make your decision accordingly."

Lin Feng frowned and looked at the pile of papers.

"A petition? What are they petitioning for?"

Bai Jing reached out to take the petition, placed it on the desk, and unfolded it to read.

Wen Cheng stood where he was, considering.

"General, these people have all been displaced here from all over Zhenxi. They've suffered greatly from the Tartars, their families, relatives, friends, and neighbors. They've been victimized for a long time. Hearing that you, General, led the Qingshui Army to sweep through the Tartar camp with lightning speed, annihilating the chieftains, is a great relief..."

Bai Jing thought he was being too long-winded and interrupted Wen Cheng directly.

"Brother, they want you to lead the army to drive the Tartars out of Zhenxi."

Wen Cheng was choked, and it was no wonder.

These civil servants were all very familiar with Bai Jing and they got along well with each other.

After hearing this, Lin Feng pondered for a moment.

"What's your opinion?"

Wen Cheng bowed again and said, "General, we have discussed this matter with each other and believe that we should seize the opportunity to pursue the victory and drive the Tartars out of Zhenxi in one fell swoop."

Lin Feng nodded: "Okay, I will consider your opinions and listen to what the members of the Military Commission have to say."

Wen Cheng smiled and said, "I have discussed this matter with several generals, and they also agree with this proposal."

"Oh, no one objects?"

"Not yet."

Lin Feng fell into deep thought again.

After a while, he said, "Okay, wait for me to make a plan, or at the lowest cost, drive the Tartars back to their homeland."

Wen Cheng bowed and saluted: "General, your decision is wise."

After Wen Cheng left, Bai Jing asked in confusion.

"Brother, you don't seem very interested."

Lin Feng's fingers tapped rhythmically on the desk.

"For some reason, I feel like there's something wrong here, but I can't figure it out. Let me think about it for a few more days."

After hearing what he said, Bai Jing stopped asking questions and just flipped through the petition on the desk.

Lin Feng stood up, stood in front of the sand table, and stared at the shrinking fields in a daze.

At this time, a soldier reported outside the door.

"General, Mr. Mo requests an audience."

"Oh, please ask him to come in."

Mo Yong walked into the room with a smile on his face.

"General Lin, I heard you were ill, now you are well again."

Lin Feng nodded and smiled, "Thank you for your concern, Mr. Mo. I'm much better now."

Bai Jing hurried to make tea and asked Mo Yong to take a seat.

Lin Feng waited for him to sit down, then asked with a smile, "How's the silver shop business going?"

"Haha, General, you are so talented and have such a unique vision. This silver shop is so prosperous now that it has never been before."

Mo Yong stroked his beard, feeling very proud.

Because this silver shop was also a business that he strongly supported.

"Mr. Mo also has a sharp eye."

"Hahaha..."

The two smiled at each other.

After a moment of silence, Mo Yong glanced at the petition of the people on the desk.

"General Lin, what do you think about this matter?"

His eyes rested on the petition, and Lin Feng knew what he was asking.

"I was just about to hear Mr. Mo's advice."

Lin Feng pushed the question back.

Mo Yong stroked his beard and pondered for a moment: "General Lin, please forgive me for my excessive words, but we cannot mobilize troops rashly at this time."

Lin Feng's mind moved: "Why?"

"General Lin's battle a few days ago has already brought the Tartars' arrogance to a low point. Now the line from the border town to Weiyuan is impregnable. Wanyan Qingtian, Wendihan, and Bilan are simply unable to advance further."

He paused and looked at Lin Feng.

"Well, that's right."

Lin Feng nodded in agreement.

Mo Yong smiled and continued, "At this time, General Lin should manage the Zhenxi area well. Keeping the Tartars on the border for the time being will only benefit them and not harm them."

Bai Jing's eyes widened: "Mr. Mo, why would you have such an idea?"

"Haha, Chief Steward Bai, General Lin has gained the trust of the court and has been promoted and given a higher rank. I think they want General Lin to unify Zhenxi and march south."

Mo Yong paused again and looked at the reactions of Lin Feng and Bai Jing.

Lin Feng seemed to be lost in thought, while Bai Jing looked puzzled.

Mo Yong stopped talking, stroked his beard and sipped his tea, waiting for Lin Feng to speak.

After a moment, Lin Feng laughed.

"Mr. Mo is indeed a man of great talent. I admire him."

"General Lin, you're welcome."

Bai Jing was not convinced and frowned and asked, "Mr. Mo, please explain more clearly."

"Haha, Zhenxi will be as stable as a rock as long as General Lin is here."

Mo Yong stopped talking again.