Dual Transmigration: American Prison, Surviving to a Fantasy Development Stage

When Lin Feng finished his last stroke, Wei Zhaoan was overjoyed.

"Very good, very good indeed! As heaven maintains vigor through movement, a gentleman should constantly strive for self-improvement."

The earth's nature is receptive; a virtuous person, in accordance with this, carries the world with great virtue.

These two sentences are full of charm and become more profound the more you savor them.

Wei Zhaoyi's eyes sparkled. When she arrived, Wei Zhaoan had mentioned that Lin Feng was a master calligrapher.

When Wei Zhaoyi first saw Lin Feng, she was skeptical.

Lin Feng is simply too young; how profound can his calligraphy skills be at such a young age?

Only by witnessing Lin Feng's calligraphy in person could she truly appreciate the profound skill behind his strokes.

This is definitely the work of a master calligrapher.

Moreover, the characters are slender, vigorous, and sharp, exuding a fierce and imposing aura.

Not only is his calligraphy incredibly skillful, but the sentence he wrote is also full of charm.

Just these two sentences make him seem even more impressive than the literary giant Zhang Chengwen.

The I Ching is a classic text of Chinese civilization spanning thousands of years, so its contents are naturally impressive.

It certainly has a high level of sophistication.

Lin Feng chose these two sentences simply because they were fewer in number and easier to write.

He put down his brush, looked at Wei Zhaoan, and asked with a smile, "How is this calligraphy? Do you like it?"

Wei Zhaoan moved closer, his eyes wide with astonishment.

He stared at those words, looking at them over and over again, growing more and more fond of them, his smile almost overflowing.

"I love it! I love it so much!"

"Brother Feng, with this calligraphy, I can throw away all those famous paintings and calligraphies in my study!"

He paused, then suddenly frowned, pointing to the blank space in the lower left corner: "It just feels like something's missing... Is it a missing stamp?"

After saying that, he looked at Lin Feng with anticipation.

Lin Feng nodded, took out a seal from his sleeve, dipped it in bright red ink, and gently pressed it on the signature area.

"Lin Feng's Seal"

Wei Zhaoan examined it carefully, nodding repeatedly in satisfaction: "Brother Feng, this calligraphy is really good. I'll frame it and hang it in the center of my study. Everyone who comes here will have to give me their first look!"

Lin Feng put away the seal: "Since I promised you, I naturally won't go back on my word."

Wei Zhaoyi, standing to the side, stared longingly at the calligraphy, her eyes filled with delight.

She has loved calligraphy and painting since she was a child and knows the works of famous artists like the back of her hand.

Seeing Lin Feng's beautiful handwriting now fills me with immense joy.

She quietly moved closer to Wei Zhaoan and whispered, "Brother... I want this calligraphy..."

Wei Zhaoan glanced at her and shook his head directly: "Impossible."

Wei Zhaoyi pouted, looking at him with a wronged expression, her eyes even welling up with tears, as if to say, "If you don't give it to me, I'll cry."

Wei Zhaoan felt a chill run down his spine from her gaze, sighed helplessly, and whispered in her ear:

"Are you stupid? Why don't you just win over Brother Feng and have him draw for you every day?"

"You can have as many as you want, why would you want to fight me for them?"

Wei Zhaoyi was stunned for a moment, blinked her beautiful eyes, and then two red clouds flew up on her cheeks, all the way to her ears.

She lowered her head and whispered reproachfully, "What...what nonsense are you talking about?"

Seeing his younger sister's shy expression, Wei Zhaoan understood perfectly.

Well, this girl is smitten.

He was secretly pleased.

Since my sister likes it and my father is interested in a marriage alliance, it's a win-win situation.

He patted Wei Zhaoyi on the shoulder and said earnestly, "Alright, think it over carefully yourself."

He looked up at the sky, stood up, and cupped his hands in a respectful gesture to Lin Feng: "Brother Feng, it's getting late, we should head back."

Wei Zhaoyi looked at the sky, somewhat reluctantly: "It's still early..."

Wei Zhaoan: "Staying here too long gets annoying."

Wei Zhaoyi remained silent, only stealing a glance at Lin Feng.

Wei Zhaoan added, "Are you coming again tomorrow?"

"Come on, why wouldn't you come? Of course you'll come!"

Wei Zhaoyi blurted it out, then realized she had been too hasty, and her face turned red again.

Wei Zhaoan chuckled, greeted Lin Feng and the other women with his sister, and then left the palace.

After the two left, Lin Feng walked towards the front yard.

As he passed by the side courtyard next to the kitchen, he saw several maids gathered around a wooden tub, secretly eating something.

Upon closer inspection, it turned out to be the hot pot broth that they were about to throw away. The remaining residue in the pot was being eaten by them, with their fingers dipping into it.

One of the maids was so spicy that she stuck out her tongue, but she couldn't bear to stop, so she kept panting and dipping the food in the sauce.

The maids were engrossed in their meal when they suddenly sensed someone behind them.

Looking back, they saw Lin Feng standing not far away, watching them.

The women's faces turned deathly pale instantly, and they all knelt down with a thud.

"Master, we were wrong, we will never do it again."

They were trembling with fear, their voices filled with apprehension.

Lin Feng waved his hand: "Get up."

The women looked at each other, stood up nervously, and lowered their heads, not daring to look at him.

They were terrified of being kicked out at any moment.

Most of them were palace maids who had been rejected. Their lives in the palace were very difficult; they were often hungry and cold.

If you were to be sent back to your master, who is so easy to please, you would be truly doomed.

Lin Feng: "These are all meant to be thrown away, you can eat them if you want."

He paused, looking at their terrified eyes, and continued, "I was planning to treat you to a proper hot pot dinner tonight, but it seems you don't need to."

The women were taken aback, then a hint of surprise flashed in their beautiful eyes.

To their utter surprise, Lin Feng not only didn't blame them, but instead offered to treat them to hot pot.

Just thinking about the aroma of the hot pot they had just eaten made them swallow hard.

But they still didn't dare to speak, fearing that Lin Feng was testing them.

The prettiest maid standing on the far left mustered her courage and whispered, "Master... we are not qualified to eat hot pot."

Lin Feng glanced at her and said, "Since you're here, you're my people."

It's no big deal to have a meal with you. Today is your first day here, so I'll treat you to one.

If you behave well, you can have a meal once a month, just like a family gathering.

Are you going to eat or not?

"Eat! Eat!" the maids shouted in unison, then quickly covered their mouths, realizing they were being too loud.

Lin Feng pointed to the prettiest maid and asked, "What's your name?"

The maidservant curtsied and said softly, "My name is Guan Xin, my master."

"Guan Xin..." Lin Feng read it aloud, then nodded, "Would you be willing to be my personal maid?"

Guan Xin was taken aback, then immediately replied, "I'm willing...this servant is willing."

She wasn't a palace maid; she was the daughter of a disgraced official destined for the brothel. For her, staying by Lin Feng's side as a personal maid was the best possible outcome.

Otherwise, if they were sent back, their fate would be to become the top courtesan of the brothel.

The other maids all cast envious glances their way.

A personal maid has a different status; she's a grade higher than an ordinary maid, practically one of the master's own people.

Lin Feng then said to them, "You don't need to be envious."

We'll go to the backyard later and let the ladies choose for themselves.

Who gets chosen depends on your own fate.

Whether you succeed or not depends entirely on your ability.

"Yes, Master!" the women replied in unison.

Although they were eliminated from the talent show, it wasn't because they weren't good-looking.

On the contrary, most of them were squeezed out because they were too naive, did not know how to bribe the managers, and did not know how to please the eunuchs.

In terms of looks, they are no less attractive than the selected ladies-in-waiting, and each one is one in a hundred.

After giving his instructions, Lin Feng walked towards the front yard.

When he arrived at the front yard, he gathered everyone together and announced that he would be treating everyone to hot pot that night.

Upon hearing this, everyone cheered.

They had been craving hot pot all afternoon and were incredibly hungry for it. They never expected their host to be so generous as to treat them to a meal!

Lin Feng waved his hand, and after they quieted down, he continued to assign tasks.

Some swept the floor, some patrolled the night, some chopped wood, some did laundry, and some cooked.

Every task was clearly assigned, specifying who was responsible for which area and who was responsible for which time period.

He also specifically selected four people to be on night shift.

The pay for night shift is double that of regular shifts, and everyone takes turns on shifts, ensuring fairness and impartiality.

This is excellent treatment.

"Eight qian of silver per person, plus two days off per month," Lin Feng added. "Those who perform well will naturally be rewarded."

Everyone's eyes lit up when they heard this; it was a good deal. Normally, it would only be 5 or 6 qian of silver a month.

Lin Feng continued, "I'll give you a week. Whoever performs well will be promoted to team leader."

Of course, those who perform exceptionally poorly will be kicked out immediately. Do you understand?

"Understood, young master," the crowd responded in unison, their voices loud and clear.

Lin Feng nodded: "Dismissed."

"Get ready to light a fire for hot pot, and steam extra rice."

The crowd cheered and scattered, each going about their own business.

Lin Feng turned to leave when he suddenly saw a servant rushing over, his face pale and panting.

"Young master! Young master! Something terrible has happened!" The servant rushed over, breathless. "The woodshed... there's blood in the woodshed, and... and a corpse!"

Lin Feng felt a sudden, inexplicable sense of unease.

Could Bai Yuling be back again?

"Okay, let's go take a look."