Wang Yao carefully lifted the drawings from the table, put them in front of him, and looked at them carefully.

"This is a weapon against King Zhao. I was always carefully drawing this drawing while waiting for the soldiers of the Mauryan Dynasty to go to the dynasty to bring you here."

"I've already drawn almost 70% now. How do you feel?"

Lin Wei looked at Wang Yao and said.

Wang Yao frowned and looked from above, from left to right, and slowly shook his head and said, "It's not as good as your father's work."

Lin Wei smiled and said, "There is no way. How could I be as good as him?"

In this way, Lin Wei put the drawings back on the table and began to continue writing and painting.

Since the Lin family has been doing this for generations, Wang Yao has long been accustomed to it.

Sitting next to Lin Wei for a while, he suddenly felt sleepy, so he returned to bed and fell asleep.

When he slept until midnight, Wang Yao saw that Lin Wei was still sitting at the table and writing and painting, so he said, "Brother-in-law, it's getting late, so you should go to bed and rest."

Lin Wei just nodded slightly without saying a word.

At this time, the room was dim, and only the candle on Lin Wei's desk was still burning slightly.

Wang Yao looked at Lin Wei's back and felt very happy, saying: Although King Ashoka is hateful, he deserves death, but he can give me and my brother-in-law a safe place, without worrying about food and drink, and not worrying about livelihood.

Wang Yao thought so, turned his head and continued to fall asleep.

It turned out that since the war between the Da Shang and the Mauryan Dynasty, Ashoka had almost all the taxes for each year.

The more you fight, the poorer you get, especially in the imperial city, many people are no longer able to eat.

But this is also impossible. After all, raising soldiers for a day will cost money every day.

Moreover, the power of the Mauryan Dynasty was several times smaller than that of the Dashang. In recent years, Zhao Rui fought all directions, laying a solid foundation for the economic development of the Dashang.

Especially Zhao Rui rarely suffered defeats in his life, just like an invincible god of war. After one battle after another, he caught the Mauryan Dynasty off guard.

It is inevitable that Ashoka will be so harsh to the people. After all, all the people who have been plundered will be put on the battlefield.

As the saying goes, the people suffer, the people suffer, the people suffer.

For almost a long time, Lin Wei and Wang Yao were unable to have enough food, and all the income from the field was conscripted by the government.

A few days ago, Wang Yao was worried about where to find food after eating the last bit of rice in the rice bag.

Unexpectedly, King Ashoka suddenly did some good things at this time, so that she and her brother-in-law could have a place to stay and not worry about food and drink.

Wang Yao's sleeping smile was sweet, and the depression that seemed to have accumulated in his heart for a long time disappeared.
Chapter completed!