Leng Yuan couldn't help but sneer, this woman, in order to be able to win the gambling contract within three months, did not hesitate to tell such a big lie!

When the time comes, see how she ends?!

No! Now it's time to keep her from finishing.

Isn't she very generous?

Isn't it a daily distribution of food to the people who help dig the wells?

This will cut off her food supply, and see how many days she can jump?!!

Leng Yuan's slightly narrowed deep eyes opened suddenly, and he immediately ordered Cha Busi, "Tell all the grain merchants in Zhangzhou City, 'In the past few days, no one is allowed to sell grain to a young woman who came out of Jinhua Village', otherwise, this son will let him go around without food!" ”

"Honorable Order."

Leng Yuan felt that this was not enough, and he even arranged several waves of people to guard the important intersection of Jinhua Village into the city.

Leng Yuan was worried that the people sent out didn't know Mu Ling, so he immediately found all the guards who went to Mujia Village with him that day and asked them to help paint a portrait of Mu Ling.

The guards who followed Leng Yuan to the courtyard of Jinhua Village that day, there were many people who were not good at painting, and several of them were good at painting, but they were far away at the beginning, and they didn't even see Mu Ling's appearance clearly.

Outcome...

When Leng Yuan took the portrait of Mu Ling drawn by more than 20 guards in his hand, he simply laughed angrily, how could that woman be so fat? What is the bridge of that woman's nose? How could that woman's eyes be so weak? The woman's waist...

Leng Yuan sat in front of the bookcase, complaining about the portraits drawn by the guards for Mu Ling, while recalling Mu Ling's resolute face, his eyes resolutely crashing into his sharp knife, and he quickly drew on rice paper with a pen.

After finishing the painting, he looked at the blush on the chest of Mu Ling's portrait and couldn't help but be stunned.

He immediately took another piece of rice paper and wanted to redraw it, but he seemed to have completely forgotten Mu Ling's appearance in an instant.

He took the painted portrait of Mu Ling, and used a knife to directly rip off the red on the left chest of Mu Ling's portrait.

With a shake of his hand, he also pulled out an irregular heart shape.

At first glance, it seems as if someone stole Mu Ling's heart.

Leng Yuan took another piece of rice paper, folded it in half, and covered it on the part below the neck of Mu Ling's portrait, and then sent someone to find the painter with the most outstanding painting skills in Zhang Wangfu.

Guarding the painter, according to the face on Mu Ling's portrait, he painted a few, and Leng Yuan immediately ordered Cha Busi to distribute Mu Ling's portrait.

Everything is ready.

The waves of people sent out by Leng Yuan waited from dark to dawn, but they never waited for Mu Ling.

After daylight, a gray carrier pigeon, like a child who was late for school, quietly sneaked into the backyard of Zihuangxuan in Zhangwangfu.

Leng Yuan, who had long been anxious, unfolded the flying pigeon biography and looked at it, so angry that he almost vomited blood.

The Biography of the Flying Pigeon reads:

- On the night seven days ago, Mrs. Leng had dug several traps in the back mountain, and placed dozens of homemade traps. At three o'clock today, three large wild boars of three or four hundred catties were captured, and countless pigs such as roe deer, deer, rabbits, pheasants, etc. Mrs. Leng said that she would personally cook a hearty meal for everyone in the village for three days. Do not enter the city for three days.

Seeing such a flying pigeon biography, where can Leng Yuan still sit still?

He straightened up, got up from his chair, and strode out.

The personal guard Cha Bu didn't think that Leng Yuan's footsteps were steady and vigorous, and he knew that his master's body had almost recovered after several days of careful recuperation, so he hurriedly followed quickly.

"Prepare the horses."

"Yes! Master. ”

"Go to Jinhua Village."

“…… Be! Master. ”

"Pull up a few cartloads of grain."

Cha Busi really wants to ask: how many cars are many?

On second thought: if there are no three, then there are more than three cars and less than nine cars.

In the end, he arranged for six grain carts.

A group of hundreds of people, plus six grain trucks, rushed straight to Jinhua Village.

Today, the villager who is guarding the intersection of Jinhua Village is called Xie Manhai.

He is Xie Lizheng's eldest son, he fled with Xie Lizheng back then, and he can be regarded as a person who has experienced ups and downs.

However, when Xie Manhai saw hundreds of well-trained and fierce cavalry rushing towards the only unobstructed intersection in Jinhua Village, he was immediately startled.

He immediately asked Xie Jinliang, a seventeen-year-old young man with sharp legs, to run back to the village to find Mu Ling's report.

In today's Jinhua Village, Mu Ling's reputation has long been higher than that of his Li Zheng father.

However, his father said that as long as the whole village has enough to eat, there may be endless water in the future, and they are willing to look forward to it!

Not long after Xie Jinliang ran out of the way into the village, Leng Yuan led the group to Xie Manhai.

Leng Yuan looked at it, it was really three days, and he should be impressed! When I came to Jinhuadi a few days ago, the village entrance was empty, and today I actually sent villagers to handle it.

Don't tell him, it's that stupid woman's idea!

"Master Leng?"

A few days ago, when Leng Yuan led his men to appear at the door of Mu Ling's house, Xie Manhai was also present at that time.

However, Xie Manhai found that Leng Yuan's cheeks, which were so thin that they were sunken a few days ago, had grown a little flesh, and his complexion was very white and white, but it was white and red.

At this moment, the white-robed jade crown is sitting upright on the saddle bridge on horseback, looking majestic and majestic.

A pair of eyes are as deep as the sea, and their eyes are as sharp as eagles, as if they can tear him apart at any time.

Xie Manhai couldn't help but shudder, and secretly shouted, "Da Bao Niang, you are coming soon!" While trembling, he bowed his hand respectfully to Leng Yuan, "Master Leng, please~"

Leng Yuan sat down and got off the horse, raised his eyes to look at the intersection of the village, and saw a slender and pretty figure at a glance, driving the ox cart in a hurry, in the direction of the only bayonet out of the village.

This person was none other than Mu Ling, whom he had hated for days.

The reason why Mu Ling came so quickly was because she saw the void above the entrance of the village, and strings of words suddenly appeared.

Because it was too far away, it was not enough to see it concretely, and I was worried that it was the nearby ringing horses that heard the wind coming, so I immediately put aside the matter at hand and drove the fastest vehicle in the village, the ox cart, to come.

The moment Leng Yuan saw Mu Ling, his eyes unconsciously flashed with a bright light.