Starting from the prison, an infinite simulation

Ye Moyu stepped into the temple, her beautiful eyes immediately sweeping over the pot of mushroom soup.

Seeing that the pot only contained a few wild vegetables with water stains, he seemed to be stunned for a moment, and then walked silently to the green Buddha statue base.

She smoothed her golden horse-face skirt with her hand, leaned slightly against the corner of the Buddha statue, and slowly closed her eyes.

In the past, she would never have rested so quickly at this time.

But now, unlike in the inn, there are more options available.

Because she knew that eating only purslane was far from enough to fill her stomach; it could only sustain her hunger for a short time.

To avoid stomach aches later, her only option was to go to bed early.

Once she falls asleep, she feels nothing and nothing at all. It would be best if she could sleep soundly until dawn so she could hurry on her journey and perhaps find an inn or something along the way.

This is the only way to solve the fundamental problem. Originally, she could have bought some food at the Shunxin Inn before setting off.

Unfortunately, the inn was already abandoned and no one was running it. Where would the food come from?

If she had, Ye Mo wouldn't have had to keep an eye out for all sorts of wild vegetables and mushrooms along the way. Fortunately, she wasn't some pampered young lady, and she knew quite well what was edible and what wasn't in the wild.

She was particularly knowledgeable about wild mushrooms, as she used to make up for the inn's expenses by selling wild mushrooms.

Therefore, it's essential to have some common sense about life, otherwise you'll end up with nothing but red umbrellas, white poles, and eating together only to end up lying on a flat board.

"Um…"

Ye Mo frowned suddenly, feeling gusts of cold wind seeping through her thin white shirt and eroding Sai Xue's skin. She opened her beautiful eyes slightly, intending to move the fire closer to dispel the chill.

Crunch!

Before she could fully open her eyes, she heard the sound of a door hinge turning. The chilling wind from before immediately dissipated, and the temperature inside the room gradually rose. Then, her eyelids drooped, and a wave of drowsiness washed over her.

She finally fell asleep.

She had worked incredibly hard that day, from looking for food to eat by the roadside to lighting a fire and cooking soup at the temple, which had almost exhausted all her energy.

Furthermore, in order to fill their stomachs, they braved the deep dew to go out into the fields to find purslane to stave off hunger.

She was really, really tired after that day…

But she didn't regret it, because a simple and busy life is what it's supposed to be like.

"This night wind is really cold. What was she doing running off to?"

At the temple gate, Jiang Yueming closed the wooden door completely and couldn't help but mutter something under his breath, with a hint of barely perceptible resentment in his words.

However, he was quite pleased that Ye Mo had agreed not to go to Dinghai City. If she didn't go to Dinghai, her life would be safe. After all, the battlefield was extremely dangerous, and one's life depended on the blink of an eye.

Ho!

Jiang Yueming suddenly clasped his hands together, exhaled a puff of white mist, shivered, and said faintly, "This night is indeed quite cold."

It wasn't that he didn't want to go inside and warm himself by the fire, but the atmosphere between him and Ye Mo was a bit awkward right now, and wouldn't it be even more awkward if he went inside?

Although he felt that Ye Mo definitely didn't have any of the old-fashioned ideas that it was wrong for a man and a woman to be alone in a room, someone still had to keep watch over her that night.

Since Ye Mo had already cooked dinner for him, it was only right that he should keep watch for her for a night.

"However, her cooking skills are still... indescribable," Jiang Yueming said with a bitter expression, shaking her head helplessly.

To be honest, the mushroom soup tasted quite strange, a bit bland and astringent, and the mushrooms weren't fully cooked, so it was a bit dry.

But she ate first and didn't notice anything unusual. Could it be that her taste buds are different from normal people?

The thought of this made Jiang Yueming's heart skip a beat, because according to the previous agreement, Ye Mo still had a year to cook for him.

Ah this...

He suddenly began to understand how the lab mice felt.

"Never mind, let's think about how to resolve the situation in Dinghai right now," Jiang Yueming said softly, her eyes narrowing slightly as she cleared her mind of unnecessary thoughts.

Actually, the solution is simple: just stall!

Drag them to death!

The only way to implement this method is through negotiation!

Since there is no chance of winning in a direct confrontation with Dinghai, if he pretends to comply with the British Dog Clan's negotiation demands and seeks a one-year ceasefire, he will definitely join forces with the royal family to eliminate the three families and regroup to deal with the British Dog Clan after a year.

Generally speaking, negotiations require both parties to have basic information about the other party before the negotiations begin, and to constantly probe the other party's bottom line during the negotiations.

Given Jiang Yueming's current situation, the former is impossible for her to obtain, and the latter is even more out of the question.

Without any status, how could one possibly negotiate with the British dog clan?

These two questions might be difficult for others, but they were incredibly easy for him!

Because he has a simulator!

"System, begin simulating negotiations with the British Dog Clan."

As soon as he finished speaking, a blue panel appeared before his eyes, with specks of light converging into strings of text.

[10 simulation points consumed, 902 simulation points remaining]

[Simulated scenario locked: USS Willis (Donghai) warship]

[Simulation in progress...]

On the first day, you fall from the sky and land heavily on the deck. Several British soldiers grab you and take you into the cabin. You see a tall man wearing a blue tricorn hat and a dark blue naval officer's uniform, and holding an unsheathed naval sword in his hand.

He saw a hint of surprise in your light blue eyes, then spoke a sentence in English.

Who are you? Are you one of the pirates around here?

[Because you just boarded the ship from the sky, you didn't react immediately and therefore didn't answer the tall man's question.]

But soon, several British soldiers nearby answered for you.

Sir, I think he looks like a Chinese person. Look at his short arms and legs.

Yes, sir.

[Since you can speak English, you naturally understood the sarcasm and ridicule in those British soldiers' language, so you opened your mouth to retort.]

Oh God, look at these savage gentlemen!

The British soldiers, who had been smiling, froze instantly upon hearing your voice. Even the tall man was surprised and quickly asked a question.

Hello, my name is Bomai, the commander in chief of this fleet. You also speak the dialect of your hometown. Who is this, sir? Why are you here?

You smiled slightly and, without the slightest hesitation, immediately answered Bermay's question in English.

My name is Jiang Yueming, and I am here to mourn for you, because you are about to die in the East China Sea!