Step on a branch

Chapter 386 Who Says King Wu Has No Son?
The next day.

In the early morning, there was Zeng Mist, and the wind from the river was blowing towards us, bringing a bit of chill.

After the soldiers practiced, as the sun rose, the fog dispersed and it gradually became warmer.

Lin Fan summoned soldiers, ordered more than a hundred people, and said, "Come with me to repair the Temple of the King of Wu."

As soon as the words fell, the people below looked at each other in blank dismay.

Among them, there are many with excellent craftsmanship.

Martial arts are of course important when joining the army, but you have to know some fortifications after digging trenches, building plank roads, and building walls.

To build a temple, as long as they don't make statues, they can do other work.

Just, what about the material?
Some people thought so, so they asked: "Where do the wood and stone come from? We use local materials, and we also lack some tools."

Lin Fan said: "Today, it is a simple repair, mainly cleaning up."

It's not that he is lazy, firstly, time, materials and other conditions do not allow it, and secondly, with his father's temperament, he probably never thought about how to enjoy folk incense.

The soldiers breathed a sigh of relief.

Just clean up, that's too easy.

However, why would you think of cleaning up the Wuwang Temple?

Among the soldiers, there was someone who had previously guessed the identity of Princess Wu, and he had a lawsuit with several familiar eyes.

It seems that I guessed right yesterday.

They just don't know how Duke Ding and Marquis Yongning will attack Beijing after repairing King Wu Temple and welcoming Princess Wu back.

Lin Fan led the hundreds of soldiers to the Temple of the King of Wu.

This place has been in disrepair for a long time, not to mention that the main hall has collapsed in sevens and eighties, the floor tiles are also broken, and countless weeds have emerged from the gaps, making it extremely dilapidated.

Lin Fan stepped forward and picked up the plaque that had been split into three sections.

The soldiers worked together to clean up the weeds and tidy up the gravel.

Lin Fan put the plaque back against the uncollapsed pillar, and called a few more hands, entered the main hall, and helped the statue up.

Fang Tian brought a bucket of water, twisted a handkerchief and handed it to Lin Fan.

The statue stood on the high platform, and Lin Fan stepped up.

This is a standing statue.

Zhao Lin was tall, and the statue was bigger than his real person. Lin Fan had to raise his arms to touch the red tassel on the helmet worn by the statue.

This statue stands with a spear in one hand and stands on the ground with one hand on his waist, with armor attached to his body, full of vigor and vigor.

Lin Fan wiped off the dust carefully.

The real face of the statue is revealed little by little, he is smiling, hearty and carefree.

Lin Fan looked at him for a moment.

Very similar.

His facial features and demeanor were really similar to the father he saw in the formation that night.

Being able to make the statue so lifelike shows the ability and respect of the craftsmen back then.

Lin Fan heard people mention it more than once. They all said that Zhao Lin is very infectious to those around him. His anger and smile are straightforward and frank.

At this moment, looking into Zhao Lin's eyes, he slowly raised the corners of his lips and smiled.

Really, I really want to laugh wantonly with my father...

Father's smile, even if it is a clay statue, is so touching.

They had a lot of people, and in one morning, more than half of the messy Wuwang Temple was cleaned up.

During the lunch break, Lin Fan saw Kong Wensheng again.

The prefect of Kong couldn't help wiping the sweat on his forehead with a handkerchief, and looked at Lin Fan with a smirk.

Didn't find out anything yesterday, the few of them returned to the city and felt restless all night.

When I went to the yamen during the day, the people watching from below came to report, saying that Ding Guogong brought a group of people to Wuwang Temple to clear weeds and move gravel.

Kong Wensheng and his colleagues looked at each other in blank dismay.

What does it mean?
This army of "anti-thieves" came to their mall to do civil construction?
Or, what news was dug out from Qi Yang, that there is also a mine buried under the Temple of the King of Wu?
Kong Wensheng couldn't figure it out and struggled all morning, so he decided to take a look.

Even if you can't find out the truth, at least it's better than sitting in the yamen, entangled and thinking wildly by yourself.

"Why did the Duke think of tidying up here?" He asked.

"Is there any article in the national law that says I can't repair this temple?" Lin Fan asked back.

"No," Kong Wensheng waved his hands again and again, "No."

Besides, rebellion is heinous in the national law, isn't this master still safe?

Saying this, Kong Wensheng also heard that Lin Fan did not mean to be provocative, so he said again: "I am just ashamed. This Wuwang Temple is under the city of Shangcheng. I was supposed to be responsible for the repairs. I shouldn't have to work with you. All the generals..."

Lin Fan glanced at Kong Wensheng, and after a while, said, "How are you going to be responsible?"

Kong Wensheng said "ah".

Isn't this a scene?

Could it be that in the official circles of the capital, the words of the scene cannot be superficial, but must be comprehensive?

Is it that difficult...

Being stared at by Lin Fan, Kong Wensheng hurriedly wiped his sweat again, and said after deliberation: "This year's calculation of money is very tight. When making plans for next year, I have to list this and ask Beijing for some more money. Wait for the money to be allocated." Come down, buy materials, add manpower, repair everything inside and out..."

"You might as well go to the bankbook and beg for money now," Lin Fan said, "Let's see what Beijing says."

Kong Wensheng laughed dryly.

The army is stationed here, there is no explanation, Jingli must have a headache.

Not only did he fail to understand the situation of the army, he even asked for money to build the temple...

Is he tired of life?
Lin Fan said again: "Master Kong, don't be so nervous. He will leave after three or five days and won't stay any longer."

Kong Wensheng didn't answer, didn't answer and didn't, and in the end, he failed again.

In the yamen, the two accomplices knew from his expression that this trip was fruitless.

Kong Wensheng explained the situation again, and said: "You are obviously a junior, how can you be so difficult! There is no truth!"

"If not, how can you get the title of 'Trouble'?"

Kong Wensheng complained a few words, seeing that Yu Tongzhi had remained silent, and asked, "Master Yu, what are you thinking about?"

"I'm thinking, maybe the Duke is telling the truth?" After Yu Tongzhi finished speaking, seeing the other two staring at him with wide eyes, he hurriedly said, "I mean, maybe the purpose of their coming to the mall is In Wuwang Temple."

"How do you say it?" Kong Wensheng asked.

"When you start an army, you always get the right name." Yu Tong knew.

Kong Wensheng took a deep breath: "Didn't you use the Yan family for surgery? The tunnel has been dug since the previous dynasty, and Duke Fu can't figure it out..."

"Raise the great banner of the King of Wu, and be a traitor for the Great Zhou Dynasty," Yu Tongzhi asked, "Sounds better than raising troops in the name of your own family, doesn't it?"

"Face saving," Kong Wensheng said, "King Wu has been dead for so many years without leaving a son. When they really go to the capital, they can give King Wu a cheap son from his clan?"

As soon as the words came out of his mouth, Yu Tongzhi slapped his thigh fiercely, and said "ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh".

"What, what's wrong?"

Yu Tongzhi didn't straighten out what he was thinking or talking about before, but just after being a little bit, he suddenly became enlightened.

"Who said King Wu has no son?" Yu Tongzhi patted his thigh repeatedly and read.

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