Many children, many blessings; a stunningly beautiful wife is given to you right from the start.

Iron Wall Pass, North Camp Training Ground.

Hundreds of long tables were laid out from the camp entrance, piled high with food.

Large chunks of roasted meat sizzled with hot oil, while snow-white, fluffy steamed buns were piled up like small mountains.

Next to it were jars of strong liquor, their seals broken and emitting a rich aroma.

The aroma of wine mixed with the scent of meat, like an invisible hand, relentlessly scratched at the stomachs of every veteran of the Mountain-Shaking Army.

Three thousand veterans sat at the table, their backs ramrod straight, like three thousand wooden stakes.

But no one moved.

The atmosphere was quiet, or rather, deathly still.

Everyone strained their ears, listening to the sounds coming from the head table at the front.

Beside that table, Chu Mengyao was whispering something in Meng Hu's ear, explaining it very quickly in a voice only the two of them could hear.

Meng Hu's expression shifted from initial wariness to confusion, and then to surprise.

In the end, it turned into an unbelievable shock.

Snapped!

With a loud bang, Meng Hu slammed his hand on the table and abruptly stood up.

He pointed his finger directly at the main table diagonally opposite, where Lin Mo was holding a roast chicken and gnawing on it with his mouth full of oil.

"What?! You're saying this little bastard... this little brat is the son of General Lin Xiaotian, the protector of the nation?!"

Meng Hu seemed afraid he had misheard, so he repeated it again, this time in an even louder voice.

"That Lin Xiaotian, who with just a long spear, killed so many southern barbarians that they dared not graze their horses southward for thirty years?!"

This roar was earth-shattering; the eyes of all three thousand people in the training ground instantly focused on Lin Mo.

Lin Mo paused for a moment while eating the chicken.

Damn, this guy has a really loud voice, it's like he has a built-in surround sound effect.

Also, instead of "little bastard" who braked suddenly, you changed it to "little brat." Is it because you think the latter sounds more polite?

"Uncle Meng! Keep your voice down! Behave yourself! How can you point your finger at someone like that!"

Chu Mengyao's pretty face flushed red, half from embarrassment and half from embarrassment.

She quickly reached out and pulled Meng Hu's arm back to his seat.

Then he glanced quickly at Lin Mo, with a hint of apology.

Meng Hu realized he had lost his composure, and his weathered old face showed a rare moment of embarrassment.

He cupped his hands in a gesture of respect towards Lin Mo and spoke in a deep, muffled voice.

"Um...Young Master Lin, I was being presumptuous."

"It's nothing, it's nothing."

Lin Mo waved his hand, which was holding a chicken leg, nonchalantly, sending the oil and juice flying far away.

"I understand the general's temperament."

"You two continue, pretend I don't exist."

Qin Ruxue, who was standing to the side, couldn't stand it anymore. She reached under the table and gently pinched Lin Mo's waist, lowering her voice as she spoke.

"Eat slowly..."

"Why are you looking like a starving ghost reincarnated? So many people are watching, watch your image!"

Upon hearing this, Lin Mo immediately objected.

"My wife, I'm so tired!"

He swallowed what was in his mouth with a wronged look on his face, then raised the greasy chicken leg and pointed it in the direction of Chu Mengyao.

"I carried her around for half the night, do you know how much she weighs?"

"That's not the weight a weak woman should have! It almost killed me!"

The air froze instantly upon hearing this.

If Meng Hu's roar just now was like a thunderclap...

Lin Mo's words were like a bolt of lightning that struck Chu Mengyao squarely on the head.

Snapped!

Another crisp sound.

This time, however, it was Chu Mengyao who slammed the table.

She stood up abruptly, and two flames of anger suddenly ignited in her eyes, which had just regained some of their luster.

"Who's heavier!"

"You big bastard! Don't you dare make false accusations!!"

Chu Mengyao had already lost all hope, feeling that nothing in this world could move her anymore.

But she never expected that this man could always accurately cross her bottom line as a woman with just a few words.

Now it was Meng Hu's turn to be dumbfounded.

He hurriedly stood up and went to pull Chu Mengyao.

"Yao'er, Yao'er, calm down, calm down! Now is not the time to dwell on this..."

"We need to discuss the important matter of avenging the old general. Weight and such are unimportant, unimportant..."

He pressed Chu Mengyao down firmly while constantly comforting her.

On the other side, Qin Ruxue also sighed helplessly.

She pushed a plate of freshly served roasted lamb leg in front of Lin Mo, saying apologetically.

"Eat up, eat up, eat more, consider it replenishing your energy..."

Looking at the fragrant roasted lamb leg, Lin Mo immediately forgot all about his weight.

"My wife still loves me the most."

……

The farce at the main table has finally subsided for the time being.

But the hearts of the three thousand veterans on the training ground were in turmoil.

They remained seated, but their tense bodies betrayed them.

Finally, someone couldn't resist anymore and started bending down, huddling together with the person next to them, and whispering in what they thought was a very quiet voice.

"Did you hear that? That kid is Lin Xiaotian's son?"

"Really?"

"General Lin is a peerless hero, so why...why does his son look like a street urchin?"

An old soldier, clearly not believing it, retorted in a low voice.

"Look at his words and actions; where is the integrity that a descendant of a loyal and virtuous person should possess?"

"Moreover, the Lin family has a long history of loyalty and integrity; how could his son possibly lead a rebellion?"

"I don't believe it!"

"You don't know anything!"

An old soldier next to him immediately retorted.

"Rebellion is the right thing to do! Have you forgotten how the Lin family perished?"

"Treason and collusion with the enemy! A tremendous injustice!"

"General Lin was a man of great stature; all nine of his sons were heroes, yet he met a tragic and unjust end!"

"If we don't avenge this, where is justice?"

"If it were you, wouldn't you rebel?"

"that is!"

Another person joined the discussion.

"The Lin family was exiled because of that tyrannical emperor and treacherous officials. If his son doesn't rebel, will he continue to be a dog for his enemy?"

"If you ask me, this rebellion is perfectly justified!"

"So that's how it is..."

The man nodded silently.

Another person added.

"And besides, did you see this Iron Wall Pass when we came in?"

"That road, those houses, and these barracks—besides the son of a legendary figure like General Lin, who else could possess such extraordinary abilities?"

"Oh yeah, oh yeah..."

The discussion grew louder and louder, and the three thousand veterans split into several factions, arguing fiercely.

Lin Mo listened with great interest as he ate his lamb leg.

Wow, this is a public opinion poll.

His approval rating seems pretty good; he has the potential to become a big shot in the fandom.

Lin Mo felt secretly pleased with himself.

He held up the greasy lamb leg, raised it to Chu Mengyao who was secretly glancing at him, and gave her a kind smile.