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Outside the conscription point, the area was already crowded with people. Naturally, the more spectators there were, the more who wanted to join. After experiencing the threat of siege in Yinzhou City, everyone was filled with righteous indignation, determined to seek blood for blood from the Shu Cang Empire. The General's residence had even brought in victims from Chi Bai to publicly accuse the Shu Cang Empire of its various crimes, further inflaming the already furious crowd. Supplies and reinforcements from sixteen other posts were continuously entering the city through its gates.
Mo Wen also visited the Jin Family Weapon Workshop, which had been contracted out by Kao Shu Village. The sounds of clanging metal filled the air; Li Erniu's manpower was already insufficient, so he had to discuss collaboration with Yin Qian. Yin Qian was straightforward and sent a large number of craftsmen over. Under Lao Liu's ingenuity in Kao Shu Village, they even utilized the flowing water in the workshop to create water-powered hammers, which saved a lot of labor and allowed them to forge large items that ordinary craftsmen found difficult to handle. These large pieces would eventually become siege weapons needed by the Jin Family Army.
After wandering around the weapon workshop, Mo Wen noticed that while Li Erniu was busy distributing supplies and everyone else was working tirelessly, he himself stood out as an idle person. Feeling somewhat conspicuous, he decided to leave the workshop. Stepping outside, he realized it had grown dark; the streetlights along Street had been lit. Shaking his head at this sight, Mo Wen turned and headed towards the General's residence. The day had passed in the blink of an eye, and he felt he hadn’t explored enough.
Upon returning to his courtyard, he found the gate open. Mo Wen was already accustomed to this because there was a young master in the General's residence known as "the Scoundrel," who would often enter uninvited. If Mo Wen wasn't around, this Scoundrel would even take it upon himself to make tea.
“Hmm, not bad, good tea, but…” Mo Wen took a sip and set down his cup, frowning.
“Oh.” Hearing Mo Wen's words, Yin Jianren merely responded mechanically with an "oh," indicating that he understood what Mo Wen was about to say and that there was no need to elaborate further.
“However,” Mo Wen continued without acknowledging Yin Jianren’s response, “the skill of the person who brewed this tea isn’t great; it tastes like roadside tea meant for quenching thirst rather than exquisite tea.”
“Cough! Hmm!” Upon hearing Mo Wen disparage his tea-making skills so harshly, Yin Jianren could no longer maintain his composure and his expression turned somewhat unpleasant.
“Oh, Brother Jianren, what’s wrong? Are you feeling unwell? I just returned from Beast Garden and brought back some medicine specifically for sore throats. Would you like me to brew some for you?” Mo Wen feigned concern and hurried over as if to check on Yin Jianren's health.
“Get lost! That medicine is for you to drink; I don’t want any of it. Anyway, I came to find you because I have something to discuss. I assume my father has already mentioned it to you.” Yin Jianren stopped engaging in banter with Mo Wen.
“Senior Yin only said someone would be looking for me but didn’t specify what it was about,” Mo Wen replied as he took another sip of tea.
“It’s like this: tomorrow there will be a Poetry Gathering at Mo Bao Fang to boost morale for our expedition…”
“Oh.”
“…so I came to invite Big Dog Head to join us. Your reputation as Poet Er Gou is admired by many,” Yin Jianren said while glancing sideways at Mo Wen.
“Alright then, I’ll come find you tomorrow.”
“Uh…” Yin Jianren was momentarily speechless. “You agreed so readily?”
“I didn’t agree to you; I agreed to Senior Yin.”
“Fine then, let’s meet at the gate of the residence tomorrow morning.” With that, Yin Jianren stood up and left the courtyard without lingering this time; he felt he couldn’t stay any longer and needed to go home and reflect on his tea-making skills. Could it really be as bad as Mo Wen claimed?
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