You rascal, stop right there!

Xuanli Xingling.

The underground city is like a miracle.

Ling Shumo and Bai Wan stood by, and there seemed to be light in everyone's eyes.

Wang Zhi shook his head and bowed, saying, "They are worried about the lack of caravans and ships to cross the river and return home."

"Brother Wang, these are not just eighteen people, but tens of thousands of people." Ling Shumo couldn't help but ponder.

Even if the Dingbei Painting Society's financial resources could mobilize so many ships and ferrymen, it would be extremely easy for Master Gu and the Xuanli people to discover and intercept them!

Looking far away, there are many people from Daqing here, and they look like loose sand when gathered together.

It will take at least half a month to dig the passage to the north city gate, which is now under Shanhua Temple.

But the entire Xingling was like an iron wall, and the Qing Dynasty was about to go to war, so there was no plan to send official ships to evacuate people.

No caravan or fleet in Xuanli was willing to transport the people of Daqing out.

What’s more important is Xuanli. No one can convince the people of Daqing, who are living in a foreign land, to leave the city.

No one could speak with one voice for officials, scholars, and chambers of commerce.

"You, took a fancy to my name..."

Bai Wan probably guessed this series of actions and hints.

Wang Zhi is from Xuanli, and his identity is inconvenient.

As Han Miaoran, he was well-known among the people of Daying and Daqing dynasties.

It seemed natural for him to use the title of Daqing's No. 1 Painting Saint as a banner for these northern captives who spontaneously organized their escape.

By then, both literati and ordinary people will be interested.

At first glance, it seems to be full of benefits.

Ling Shumo was silent, thinking carefully: "Abai is wanted by Xuanli throughout the country. If his identity is exposed, he will become a target of public criticism. This is like using one person to exchange for ten thousand people."

Han Miaoran is indeed highly respected by scholars and literati all over the world. Perhaps some people may be afraid of his reputation among scholars and dare not act rashly.

However, this responsibility is too great.

Especially when the two countries are about to go to war.

Even if the refugees here are very secretive, some news will definitely get out.

Bai Wan paused for a moment, looking at the passage filled with ragged refugees who were trying their best to dig out the sand to escape, like lambs to be slaughtered in a dead corner.

A painter who once thought that he was just a "Saint of Painting" in name only, had his thoughts driven a little crazy.

He hesitated for a moment, then said resolutely, "Tell me, who else did this?"

It is probably not enough for one person to secretly support so many refugees.

Wang Zhichao bowed and said, "Xuanli Zhengyun? Master Jiang of the Academy, Academician Luo of the Imperial Hospital and his daughter Luo Xianlian, Master Qiao Qi of the Transportation Department, and Academician Ma Shiwen of the National History Academy..."

There are about ten capable people in various departments of Xuanli.

They helped the Daqing people in private, but because they were Xuanli people, it seemed that their actions were not legitimate.

It started by accommodating 500 people, and gradually increased to over 10,000 now.

Wang Zhi even said, "They have all seen your paintings and heard about your character. If you are willing to join us, it will surely inspire the Daqing scholars to respond, and the Qing Dynasty Chamber of Commerce will be able to send ships to pick us up without any worries."

In other words, even if there is no way to get people out of the city.

The reputation of the painting saint Han Miaoran can also provide a safe haven for refuge.

After all, everyone knows that the "Mo Ran Duo" rebelled together with Emperor Qing and they have a close relationship.

After Bai Wan learned about it, he stood still, seemingly in deep thought.

Wang Zhi tried to fight for it, but Ling Shumo said doubtfully, "This matter is of great importance. Let us consider it."

All of a sudden, everything began to change.

It seems that starting with eighteen people is just an introduction.

I just feel that this person is less and less like an ordinary beggar.

My whole body is like a taut bowstring...

"Brother Wang, were these eighteen people deliberately arranged by you?"

See if he has the ability to save lives and has a deep heart of friendship, and whether he can be trusted.

Wang Zhi scratched his hair, continued to grab the flesh of his buttocks with one hand, and smiled: "It's unnecessary. Painter Han's character should not be speculated in this way."

hehe--

If County Magistrate Kong had heard this a few years ago, he would probably have thought it was a fairy tale that his character was worth speculating about.

"You really look down on people..." Bai Wan gently stroked the sandy wall, supporting his head with his hands.

"Tens of thousands of Daqing civilians and prisoners are blackmailing me."

Wang Zhi was stunned, not knowing what it meant.

If it was before, saving those 18 people could be done regardless of life or death, but now that there are 10,000 people, there are more concerns.

did not expect……

Bai Wan snorted directly, then smiled broadly. "Since you want to blackmail my reputation, then do more. It would be even better if you could rescue the 20,000 prisoners in Jizhen Prison and transport them out of the city together."

Good guy...

Wang Zhi originally thought that rescuing nearly 10,000 people here from the city would be a problem, but it turned out that our great painter Han was still thinking about the more than 10,000 people in Jiezhen Prison.

It's extremely rare to be shocked.

"Of course, the Dingbei Painting Society won't be able to acquire that many ships. At that time, we'll still need the support of the Daqing border prefecture."

Bai Wan said these words without blinking.

A single boat can carry 200 to 400 people across the river at a time, and it would take at least ten days for ten boats to transport all the people.

Moreover, it is easy to be discovered during the day, so people need to be transported at night.

It is impossible to keep General Pan Ying, who is stationed at the Yanzhou border of the Qing Dynasty, unaware of this. It is better to cooperate.

only……

There is another method that I really can’t put into words.

"Okay, since Painter Han has agreed to use your name to have the Dingbei Painting Society and the Yanzhou government acquire a ship, then we can rest assured."

The king murmured and bowed.

Bai Wan couldn't stand this man's seriousness and said with a smile: "Brother Wang, please just call me Brother Bai. We are all in this together, aren't we?"

He and the people around him couldn't help laughing.

Only Ling Shumo frowned slightly and looked at him carefully.

That night.

After a struggle between conscience and desire, Bai Wan couldn't help but pull Ling Shumo to a corner.

His voice was slightly heavy with sorrow. "Actually, there is a better way to save tens of thousands of prisoners, but... I can't say it..."

Ling Shumo said leisurely, "Building a floating bridge, huh?"

"Zi Chen ~"

Ling Shumo patted his shoulder lightly and sighed.

Bai Wan said very sincerely, "Yes, it's about building a floating bridge so that ten thousand people can cross the river that night. But once we do that..."

If they rescued the people of Daqing, it could be considered as kindness, but once a pontoon bridge was built, it might become a place for the Qing Dynasty army to attack later.

To put it bluntly, it might be an act of treason.

Bai Wan took into consideration the identities of Wang Zhi and others, and was deeply afraid of what would happen, so he couldn't help but sigh.

Although the two countries have a long-standing feud, those who helped Daqing capture the prisoners cannot be considered mortal enemies.

Even, there is grace!

Ling Shumo dragged Bai Wan to sit down, looked at the sleeping people around him, and whispered:

"The pontoon bridge is fast, but if too many prisoners gather, they'll attract attention and be captured all at once. The boats are small, so we can spread them out and rescue as many as we can."

He spoke with sincerity.

"We are not generals who make decisions for the king! We are just doing what is within our capabilities."