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Tan Lingyin struggled for a while and replied, "Then you wait for my injury to heal," she pointed to the back of her head, "It still hurts now, they did not hold back at all."
"Okay, I'll teach them a lesson later."
Tan Lingyin thought he was just being polite, but she didn't expect to hear Duan Feng's scolding outside and the screams of men when beaten. She jumped out of bed, opened the window and secretly looked out: he was really beating people.
This guy was too sincere...
Of course, the beating didn't last long. Duan Feng soon came back to Tan Lingyin to report for credit, "I’ve hit them."
"I have a headache. I want to sleep." Tan Lingyin didn't know how to communicate with this possibility-neurotic boss, so she chose to lie down.
Duan Feng didn’t make it difficult for her as he quietly closed the door and exited.
Tan Lingyin laid in bed for a long time, but she was not very sleepy. She lay on her side on the bed, her eyes opened in a daze. Tang Tang laid beside her, playing with her fingers.
She was a sheep entering a tiger's den. And there was only a small lion by her side... Tan Lingyin was a little sad, but also a little moved. She pulled Tang Tang's paw and kissed it.
Tang Tang struggled to pull back his paw.
Tan Lingyin analyzed the situation in front of her. She was kidnapped, and the other party was a miraculous existence who had a damaged brain and a high physical strength. Behind him was a group of brothers, who would step forward with a wave of their Boss’s hand.
……What should I do?
She had to escape, but how? If she failed to escape and angers Duan Feng, will she lose her life?
Or wait for someone to rescue her? For who? She could only wait for her Lord, Tang Feilong. It was hard to say if he could find their camp here. Tan Lingyin was most worried because of this. Because she walked out of the city by herself and got lost in a sparsely populated place. At that time, there was not even a fisherman by the riverside.
It would have been great if they shared the same mind. Then she could tell him directly in her heart.
After thinking for a while, Tan Lingyin got up. She planned to stroll around the camp to see if she could find a way to escape.
As soon as she pushed the door, the pale-faced man came up to her. "Madam, what do you want to do?"
"Don't call me Madam, call me Miss Tan," Tan Lingyin replied with a stern face, "I want to walk around, do I need permission from your boss?"
"No, the boss ordered me to show you around so you can get acquainted with this place. Afterall, this will be your home in the future."
Tan Lingyin chatted with the pale-faced man while walking. Pale-faced was a chatter, and he spit out the whole situation of this camp as he talked. His name was Xiao Mao, and he had followed Duan Feng since the camp was built. The Phoenix Camp was built on a mountain slope, making it easy to defend, but difficult for enemies to attack. Every vital point of the camp was guarded and people who entered and exited must be a familiar face. That's right, one doesn't need any vouchers, the guards just need to look at their face. Afterall there were only about a hundred or so people in the whole camp. After a while, everyone knew each other.
Xiao Mao even talked about the fate of the last Madam of the bandit. She had committed suicide by hanging on the second day, after consummating with his boss.
Tan Lingyin broke out in cold sweat. She asked, "Then how did you guys choose me?"
"You chose it yourself. My comrades will target any lone women outside the city, preferably the prettier ones. You ran out of the city yourself, and they happened to bump into you."
Tan Lingyin regretted it.
But Xiao Mao was not completely frank. At least, he didn't talk about how he got to Phoenix Mountain.
Tan Lingyin thought to herself: Even if you don’t tell me, I already know. So she didn't ask in detail.
After wandering around for a while, they came to the main hall of the camp. It was a wooden house; it looked very simple and was decorated with animal skins.
Duan Feng was beating people again. He scolded while beating, "This boss worked so hard to move this all night! How could there be only two hundred thousand (dry) liters? How did you come up with this number?!"
Oh, it turned out to be a miscalculation. Tan Lingyin didn't know who to sympathize with now.
The person kneeling on the ground was extremely aggrieved. "I wouldn't even know how to do accounting! Boss, even if you make me the accountant, I still can’t do calculations!"
Of course, they were all a bunch of unskilled laborers, so it's not surprising that no one could settle accounts. Tan Lingyin stepped forward, "I'll calculate it for you."
Everyone present looked at her suspiciously. In these illiterate eyes, those who could settle accounts were high-level intellectuals. So as a girl who could settle accounts, it was even more amazing. Tan Lingyin took off the abacus hanging on the chest of the accountant, held it in one hand, and fiddled with it with the others, demonstrating her experience.
Duan Feng chose to believe her. He gathered the people who counted the grain separately, and had them report the numbers to Tan Lingyin. She reached out her hand to Duan Feng. "Paper and pen."
Duan Feng: "???"
"A brush pen, for writing." Tan Lingyin explained helplessly.
Duan Feng suddenly said, "Oh, yes!" They had some from a previous ambush, but no one had used it.
Tan Lingyin made a simple accounting book. After she recorded everything, Tan Lingyin reported it to Duan Feng: the amount of the rice, millet, wheat, and the total of everything combined... There were more than nine-hundred-thousand (dry) liters in total. Duan Feng laughed when he thought about the amount of strength he used compared to her numbers; the numbers really seemed to match.
Tan Lingyin held up the brush and asked Duan Feng. "Can you write your own name?"
Duan Feng wanted to shake his head, but felt that he would be losing face, so he nodded stiffly.
Tan Lingyin wrote two words on the paper: Dog Shit.
She held up the paper and asked Duan Feng, "Is it these two words?"
Duan Feng admired her seriously for a while. He looked into her sincere little eyes and nodded.
Tan Lingyin laughed. "It's really these two words," she handed it to him, "Here, for you. This is my calligraphy."
Duan Feng was moved as he received her gift. He carefully blew on the paper to dry the ink, folded it, and put it away.
Tan Lingyin pointed to the four essentials of calligraphy[1] in the study and asked, "Can I play with these for a few days? I want to write," after a pause, afraid that he would not agree, Tan Lingyin added, "I can also teach you to write."
Duan Feng smiled diligently, "These are all yours, there’s more if you don’t have enough."
"Thank you, you are so kind to me." Tan Lingyin said with a charming smile.
Duan Feng was dazzled by her smile; his soul was about to float away.
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Footnote:
[1] Essentials of calligraphy- Four Treasures of the Study, namely pen (笔), ink (墨), paper (纸), and inkstone (砚).
"Okay, I'll teach them a lesson later."
Tan Lingyin thought he was just being polite, but she didn't expect to hear Duan Feng's scolding outside and the screams of men when beaten. She jumped out of bed, opened the window and secretly looked out: he was really beating people.
This guy was too sincere...
Of course, the beating didn't last long. Duan Feng soon came back to Tan Lingyin to report for credit, "I’ve hit them."
"I have a headache. I want to sleep." Tan Lingyin didn't know how to communicate with this possibility-neurotic boss, so she chose to lie down.
Duan Feng didn’t make it difficult for her as he quietly closed the door and exited.
Tan Lingyin laid in bed for a long time, but she was not very sleepy. She lay on her side on the bed, her eyes opened in a daze. Tang Tang laid beside her, playing with her fingers.
She was a sheep entering a tiger's den. And there was only a small lion by her side... Tan Lingyin was a little sad, but also a little moved. She pulled Tang Tang's paw and kissed it.
Tang Tang struggled to pull back his paw.
Tan Lingyin analyzed the situation in front of her. She was kidnapped, and the other party was a miraculous existence who had a damaged brain and a high physical strength. Behind him was a group of brothers, who would step forward with a wave of their Boss’s hand.
……What should I do?
She had to escape, but how? If she failed to escape and angers Duan Feng, will she lose her life?
Or wait for someone to rescue her? For who? She could only wait for her Lord, Tang Feilong. It was hard to say if he could find their camp here. Tan Lingyin was most worried because of this. Because she walked out of the city by herself and got lost in a sparsely populated place. At that time, there was not even a fisherman by the riverside.
It would have been great if they shared the same mind. Then she could tell him directly in her heart.
After thinking for a while, Tan Lingyin got up. She planned to stroll around the camp to see if she could find a way to escape.
As soon as she pushed the door, the pale-faced man came up to her. "Madam, what do you want to do?"
"Don't call me Madam, call me Miss Tan," Tan Lingyin replied with a stern face, "I want to walk around, do I need permission from your boss?"
"No, the boss ordered me to show you around so you can get acquainted with this place. Afterall, this will be your home in the future."
Tan Lingyin chatted with the pale-faced man while walking. Pale-faced was a chatter, and he spit out the whole situation of this camp as he talked. His name was Xiao Mao, and he had followed Duan Feng since the camp was built. The Phoenix Camp was built on a mountain slope, making it easy to defend, but difficult for enemies to attack. Every vital point of the camp was guarded and people who entered and exited must be a familiar face. That's right, one doesn't need any vouchers, the guards just need to look at their face. Afterall there were only about a hundred or so people in the whole camp. After a while, everyone knew each other.
Xiao Mao even talked about the fate of the last Madam of the bandit. She had committed suicide by hanging on the second day, after consummating with his boss.
Tan Lingyin broke out in cold sweat. She asked, "Then how did you guys choose me?"
"You chose it yourself. My comrades will target any lone women outside the city, preferably the prettier ones. You ran out of the city yourself, and they happened to bump into you."
Tan Lingyin regretted it.
But Xiao Mao was not completely frank. At least, he didn't talk about how he got to Phoenix Mountain.
Tan Lingyin thought to herself: Even if you don’t tell me, I already know. So she didn't ask in detail.
After wandering around for a while, they came to the main hall of the camp. It was a wooden house; it looked very simple and was decorated with animal skins.
Duan Feng was beating people again. He scolded while beating, "This boss worked so hard to move this all night! How could there be only two hundred thousand (dry) liters? How did you come up with this number?!"
Oh, it turned out to be a miscalculation. Tan Lingyin didn't know who to sympathize with now.
The person kneeling on the ground was extremely aggrieved. "I wouldn't even know how to do accounting! Boss, even if you make me the accountant, I still can’t do calculations!"
Of course, they were all a bunch of unskilled laborers, so it's not surprising that no one could settle accounts. Tan Lingyin stepped forward, "I'll calculate it for you."
Everyone present looked at her suspiciously. In these illiterate eyes, those who could settle accounts were high-level intellectuals. So as a girl who could settle accounts, it was even more amazing. Tan Lingyin took off the abacus hanging on the chest of the accountant, held it in one hand, and fiddled with it with the others, demonstrating her experience.
Duan Feng chose to believe her. He gathered the people who counted the grain separately, and had them report the numbers to Tan Lingyin. She reached out her hand to Duan Feng. "Paper and pen."
Duan Feng: "???"
"A brush pen, for writing." Tan Lingyin explained helplessly.
Duan Feng suddenly said, "Oh, yes!" They had some from a previous ambush, but no one had used it.
Tan Lingyin made a simple accounting book. After she recorded everything, Tan Lingyin reported it to Duan Feng: the amount of the rice, millet, wheat, and the total of everything combined... There were more than nine-hundred-thousand (dry) liters in total. Duan Feng laughed when he thought about the amount of strength he used compared to her numbers; the numbers really seemed to match.
Tan Lingyin held up the brush and asked Duan Feng. "Can you write your own name?"
Duan Feng wanted to shake his head, but felt that he would be losing face, so he nodded stiffly.
Tan Lingyin wrote two words on the paper: Dog Shit.
She held up the paper and asked Duan Feng, "Is it these two words?"
Duan Feng admired her seriously for a while. He looked into her sincere little eyes and nodded.
Tan Lingyin laughed. "It's really these two words," she handed it to him, "Here, for you. This is my calligraphy."
Duan Feng was moved as he received her gift. He carefully blew on the paper to dry the ink, folded it, and put it away.
Tan Lingyin pointed to the four essentials of calligraphy[1] in the study and asked, "Can I play with these for a few days? I want to write," after a pause, afraid that he would not agree, Tan Lingyin added, "I can also teach you to write."
Duan Feng smiled diligently, "These are all yours, there’s more if you don’t have enough."
"Thank you, you are so kind to me." Tan Lingyin said with a charming smile.
Duan Feng was dazzled by her smile; his soul was about to float away.
.
.
.
Footnote:
[1] Essentials of calligraphy- Four Treasures of the Study, namely pen (笔), ink (墨), paper (纸), and inkstone (砚).
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