Ling Gongzi thinks, what evidence does the old man have? Not to mention whether there is one, even if there is an old man, he doesn't have the ability to give it. ”

The foreman said, glancing at the person next to him with some embarrassment. Indeed, even if there is a real moment, it is not the best time to take it.

If it weren't for the time when there was a hundred thousand urgent, this thing would be easy to take out. Otherwise, this thing won't stay here for long.

Thinking so, Ling Feng slowly let go of the hand that was holding the foreman. It's also a lot of things she says well, but in the end she's just a working laborer.

Even if you are a foreman, there are still many inconveniences in the end. For example, even a foreman has no autonomy in some things.

What's more, the foreman is not old and young. In those days, Ling Feng often listened to the foreman advance his family, and he missed it very much when he thought about it.

It is said that the parents are not far away, but now they have gone to other places. I didn't know what would happen after that, but Ling Feng felt that it seemed unreasonable to let the foreman stand up now.

Because the foreman has helped a lot in the previous matter, whether it is organizing a popular strike or fighting against the master.

The foreman has already tried his best to do what he can, and wouldn't it be strong to force it at this time?

Ling Feng finally gave up such an idea, and his efforts in this period were wasted. Because the current result has already revealed his failure.

He didn't know if he should tell his true identity, but it was scary, or it was likely that even if he did, it wouldn't help.

The court and magistrates may think that he may be useful because they think he is a prince, but what others think is unknown.

After all, for workers, they really don't want much. They may not care if the lord is a corrupt official or exploiting something.

All they want is a result, a result that is enough to satisfy them. And this result is called money,

It's ironic, but it's also true. So it doesn't matter who it is, as long as you have money. After all, people die for money, birds die for food, and money is the only reliable thing.

For them, that's it. Thinking of this, Ling Feng couldn't help but clench his fists again. It's been a long time, it's been a long time since I've felt so powerless.

But after clenching his fists tightly for a long time, Ling Feng still had to put it down. Looking at the flesh that was pinched red by himself, he sighed helplessly again.

I only hope that there will be some good results on the side of Shangguan Mausoleum. After all, judging from the situation of the foreman and Lin Tao, the rest of the people probably have the same idea.

…

Shangguan Ling slowly sat up from the bed and looked at the wound on his shoulder blade. In fact, he has a lot of wounds on his body lately because he has encountered a mechanism during the night walk.

But fortunately, most of them were not heavy, and they lied that they fell when they got up at night, which made Liang Cheng worry and sent medicine.

Shangguan Ling didn't dare to use it, he was afraid that this medicine was poisoned by Liang Zhuang and handed to Liang Cheng before it reached his hands.

Pinching the medicine bottle in his hand, he didn't have the slightest intention of opening it. Luckily, there were some powdered pills sewn on the inner pockets of his clothes.

The general small injury is just a little thing to disinfect. Left and right, it's not too much of a hindrance.

After deliberately sprinkling some medicine on the ground, Shangguan Ling put the medicine back into the small drawer.