Traveling through time and space to become a child, supporting the family by catching fish and shrim

Chen Lang looked at Wang Shiru, and was already considering whether to continue to "conquer" this girl.

It’s nothing, it’s just too annoying.

"Ms. Wang, men and women should not touch each other." Chen Lang gently pulled Wang Shiru's hand away.

Wang Shiru said stubbornly: "There is nothing wrong between you and me, so why should we be afraid of other people's gossip?"

Chen Lang was helpless and said, "Ms. Wang, even if you are right, it is useless to pull me in. I really have no interest in painting."

Wang Shiru said seriously: "Mr. Chen, if you think so, do you think I'm joking?"

Chen Lang didn't say anything and just agreed.

Wang Shiru said, "I know you all look down on poetry clubs, thinking they're just places for flirting and moaning."

"But our poetry club is not like that. We also care about the country and the people."

Chen Lang: “Haha.”

Wang Shiru waved behind him and the members of the poetry club rushed over.

"Open the scrolls!"

Following Wang Shiru's order, everyone except Ling Gaoyuan opened the scrolls and pasted them together.

Wang Shiru said, "Mr. Chen, look, this is the scroll we are going to auction."

Chen Lang took a quick glance and saw this line of words on the painting at the very front.

"In the eighth year of Zhiping, the Liao Kingdom invaded the south, and the Yushan Poetry Society raised money to resist the enemy and wrote this poem."

The next painting shows a vast grassland, at the end of which is a black torrent.

More than a dozen young figures stood on the mounds of earth on the grassland, facing the black torrent with great vigor.

After Chen Lang finished reading, Wang Shiru signaled everyone to put the scroll away, and then asked, "Mr. Chen, do you believe it now?"

Chen Lang shrugged: "What do you believe?"

"Do you believe that you care about the country and the people?"

Wang Shiru asked, "Isn't this enough?"

Chen Lang said: "It's not that it's not enough, it's that I didn't see it at all."

"What you've drawn is a mess. It's all technique, but no substance. And you still have the audacity to claim you're concerned about the country and the people. Miss Wang, your behavior reminds me of something."

"Why not eat meat?"

Wang Shiru's eyes were instantly filled with tears.

She could accept that Chen Lang refused to mention the second stanza of "Song of Water Melody", and she could also reluctantly accept that he refused to mention poetry in his paintings.

But now Chen Lang actually said that the paintings he and his friends spent so much effort to draw were a mess and had no meaning.

She can't accept it.

Other members of the poetry society also found it unacceptable. They all criticized Chen Lang, saying that he was pretending to know everything and talking nonsense.

The most excited among them was Ling Gaoyuan.

Of course he was not angry, but happy.

Chen Lang humiliated Wang Shiru in this way, and Wang Shiru's good impression of him must have plummeted to the bottom.

This means that you have one less competitor.

"Chen Lang, do you really think you are nothing?" Ling Gaoyuan cursed, happy in his heart but with a very cold face.

Chen Lang said with a half-smile, "According to what Master Ling said, do you think you are a thing?"

Ling Gaoyuan said: "Of course I am a thing."

Chen Lang stretched out his tone: "What are you?"

Ling Gaoyuan then realized that he had fallen into Chen Lang's trap and quickly retorted: "I am nothing."

Chen Lang nodded seriously: "What a coincidence, I think so too, you are nothing."

Ling Gaoyuan: "You fucking..."

He immediately realized that swearing was not a good idea. After all, the character he had always portrayed was gentle, elegant, and suave.

"Chen Lang, please stop trying to gain the upper hand with your words here."

"What you said about our poetry club is nonsense. You must give an explanation, otherwise I will not let you go."

Chen Lang said, "Master Ling, we in Dayan have laws. I am a scholar, and even if I don't explain to you, what can you do to me?"

Ling Gaoyuan gritted his teeth and said, "So what if you are a scholar? My father is the county magistrate."

Chen Lang rolled his eyes and said, "Look at you, you're so noisy. I thought your father was the Prime Minister. But it turns out he's just a county magistrate?"

Ling Gaoyuan was furious: "How dare you humiliate my father!"

Seeing that the situation was about to get completely out of control if the two continued arguing, Wang Shiru wiped her tears, walked between them, and said, "Enough."

"Mr. Chen, I want to know why you commented that our paintings are a mess."

There were still tears in Wang Shiru's eyes, and she looked like a frightened deer, which was particularly pitiful.

Ling Gaoyuan next to him was stunned.

Chen Lang glanced at Ling Gaoyuan with disdain, thinking, "Another bootlicker."

Then he calmly answered Wang Shiru's question: "Ms. Wang, there is only one question about the whole painting."

"what?"

"Inscription."

The member of the poetry society who was in charge of the postscript hurriedly opened the scroll in his hand, took a look at it, and said, "You're not saying my handwriting is too ugly, are you?"

Chen Lang said, "The inscription says, 'Raising money to fight the enemy.'"

"Excuse me, where is the resistance against the enemy?"

"Don't tell me those ten or so figures in the scroll are fighting the enemy."

"Why, are all the people in your poetry club Ultraman Iron Man, able to fight against a thousand enemies alone?"

Everyone whispered.

What are Ultraman and Iron Man? I've never heard of them.

Chen Lang continued, "Since we're fighting the enemy, the main force should be the army or militia. At the very least, they should be the civilians and craftsmen responsible for logistics."

"You painted yourselves on there, and shamelessly gave yourself the title of fighting the enemy."

"After all these years of reading the sage's books, you've learned to seek fame and reputation, right?"

At this point, Chen Lang looked at Wang Shiru and said, "Miss Wang, if you change this painting to something like "Feelings from Watching the Liao Army," I can barely accept it."

"Fight the enemy? Are you worthy?"

These words were so enlightening that all the members of the poetry society, except Ling Gaoyuan, fell silent.

Especially Wang Shiru.

Because she was the one who initiated the whole thing.

The reason for doing this was inspired by the previous advertising auction. Wang Shiru thought that the poetry society should paint a picture and then sell it to patriotic businessmen through auction.

These businessmen were willing to spend dozens or even hundreds of taels of silver to buy advertising space in remote corners, so it shouldn't be a problem to buy a painting promoting resistance against the enemy.

As a result, the whole plan was ruined before it even reached the auction stage.

However, it was not a bad thing to fail, because after listening to Chen Lang's words, Wang Shiru realized how wrong he was.

Wang Shiru bowed deeply to Chen Lang and said, "Mr. Chen's words have benefited me greatly. This painting is indeed..."

Before she could finish her words, Ling Gaoyuan interrupted her: "Ms. Wang, why are you apologizing to him?"

"These soldiers fight for pay. If they don't have pay, do you think they will be willing to fight in the battlefield?"

Wang Shiru was furious: "Shut up!"

"You are the son of the county magistrate after all, how can you say such outrageous words!"

"Ling Gaoyuan, I really misjudged you."

Wang Shiru's attitude slightly changed Chen Lang's impression of her.

"Without the soldiers, you would have been trampled into a pulp by the Liao army's cavalry." Chen Lang said, "Talking to someone like you is really a loss of face."

After saying that, he strode away.

The quarrel here also attracted the attention of the soldiers on the city wall. When they heard Ling Gaoyuan's words, they glared at him, wishing they could beat him up.

But there was an old soldier who kept his eyes fixed on Chen Lang.

Why does this boy look so familiar?