Mohist Disciple (Part 2) [Please Vote]

"Are you the only one left?"

Lin Feng's disappointment and regret were plain to see.

If she could follow this lead and uproot the other party's entire school, transplanting them all into her lord's own garden, then when her lord returned victorious at the head of his troops, she would surely be able to bring a smile to his face. The common folk of Longwu, Sibao, and Minfeng would benefit as well. What a pity...

The woman had no idea what Lin Feng was thinking. She saw only the undisguised disappointment and regret on her face. Her chest gave a faint tremor, as though something soft had brushed against it. Artisans were not respected in this world. Among scholars, farmers, artisans, and merchants, they ranked only a little above merchants. Calling it a school was really just a way of making herself sound more important. To put it plainly, it was just two artisans making a living with their skills.

Her teacher had been born into humble circumstances, the daughter of a farming family. As for her, she was an orphan her teacher had found among a pile of corpses in middle age.

From then on, the two of them had depended on each other, wandering the world and making tools for families in need in exchange for meager wages. With no fixed home, they had braved the elements and often faced the threat of wild beasts. They had not known a single day of peace.

To her, officials were untouchable figures.

Yet Lin Hu Cao, right before her, felt sorrow for an artisan who had already passed away. That sent the woman's favorability toward Lin Feng soaring all at once. She could not help feeling that Lin Feng was kind and approachable. Mm, she was a good official! She