The eldest daughter of a peasant family: They are all my sisters’ passers-by

He immediately clapped his hands vigorously, looked at Lan Wangshu with admiration, and stepped on the young master of the Cheng family under the table, which made him feel painful and confused, but he still followed the Minister of Personnel's wishes and showed his support.

Lord Lin's expression became even uglier, even a little darker. The Minister of Personnel noticed it and gave him a look that urged him to be patient.

Elder Lin narrowed his eyes and said nothing.

"Master Lin, everyone already knows your difficulties. Not everyone has to donate to this charity auction. As the saying goes, the rich should donate. Even a small gift may be valuable, but the sentiment behind it is great."

Lan Wangshu's words were neither light nor heavy, just like roasting Lord Lin on the fire. At this moment, he really wanted to find a crack in the ground. Why did Lan Wangshu speak so defiantly, not giving him any face as a first-rank official?

Things have come to this point, so he naturally cannot neglect his kindness. With this identity, he might be laughed at. Now he can only follow Lan Wangshu's wishes.

"After listening to what Guihua County Lady said, I feel ashamed. I am not as insightful as the County Lady. I have learned a lot from her. I have been looking for rare things and want to make more contributions. I have not prepared anything suitable with me. I will leave this jade pendant in my hand to the County Lady."

Lord Lin looked so touched, as if he had changed his ways. He directly pulled off the jade pendant from his waist and wanted Lan Wangshu to auction it on his behalf.

If Lan Wangshu had met Lord Lin for the first time, she might have been deceived. But the situation is different now. She is Lan Wangshu, it is true, but she is also Li Bai. She knows too well what kind of person Lord Lin is. Her behavior today is just to shut people up.

"Don't worry, Elder Lin. Although the quality of this jade is ordinary, it is obviously something that the adults like. It is also warm and moist. I believe it can be worth a good amount."

Lan Wangshu didn't intend to embarrass Lord Lin today. Anyway, the more auctions there were, the better. She believed that someone would pay for Lord Lin.

Even if the old man lost his master, he is still the head of the cabinet. There will always be people who are eager to make friends with him, not to mention that it is such an embarrassing time for him. What's the difference between this and helping someone in need.

With this interruption, a long time passed. Lan Wangshu turned sideways and gave Wu Yan an instruction, then continued the auction.

A series of items passed by like flowing water, and finally the scroll was brought up by Wu Yan.

Letter: I wish to use the sword at my waist to kill the North Vietnamese...

Just twenty words, written on the paper, with Lan Wangshu's thin gold font, looked quite iron-drawn and silver-hooked, revealing a murderous aura.

"The words North Vietnam have some meaning."

Hua Qiming stood up and looked at the words in front of him, with undisguised admiration in his eyes. Mo Yici didn't know much about calligraphy and painting, but the fierce murderous intent and the steel-like character could move him.

In the end, only these two people were left bidding for this calligraphy and painting, and the price gradually reached an outrageous level. To be honest, this poem does not have a strong appreciation value, and it is also very different from Li Bai's previous poetry style. From a collection perspective, the price is already a bit high.

"Three hundred taels once, three hundred taels twice, three hundred taels three times. Congratulations, Prime Minister Hua."

Lan Wangshu knew Mo Yici's true situation, and he knew how much spare money he had, so he might as well keep it for the soldiers, and simply quickened his speech.

Hua Qiming was satisfied and looked at Mo Yici with some pride. Mo Yici didn't react much. He was not stupid and of course he could see that Lan Wangshu did it on purpose. Since this was her decision, he didn't ask any more questions.

"For the last lot, I, the county lady, am not talented enough to paint it for you all on the spot, just to join in the fun."

Lan Wangshu clapped his hands, and Wu Yan came up with a wooden rack with a very special piece of paper on it. It was evenly thick, and what was more valuable was that the grain was very regular.