Chapter 171 There are capable people among the prisoners
If you book an inn room, the meals can be delivered to the room to enjoy.
As long as you don't commit suicide and escape under the eyes of the escorts, it's not impossible to occasionally improve on the journey of exile.
When Xiong Jiushan learned that the Xie family spent a lot of money, he just nodded.
"The Xie family has a thank-you gift from Songjiang County Magistrate Li Zhouquan and Commander Wang. They are not short of money. Don't worry about it for the time being. Just keep an eye on the people."
After the men left.
Xiong Jiushan ordered another person: "Go outside and ask how much money the blacksmith here makes for his work."
"Yes, sir."
Xiong Jiushan sat down in the room. Soon, Manager Min from the caravan came to visit.
After the officials finished handling the settlement matters of the exile, they also arranged their shifts to eat and rest.
The square table in the lobby on the first floor of the inn was full of people eating.
Unfortunately, it was none other than Mr. Fan, a convict with a sinister look on his face and guilty of numerous crimes.
In the woodshed, where he lay down to sleep, there was a circle around him.
One by one, Pang Jiming’s ears were forced to hear the sighs clearly.
With the government's notice, the people in the inn served me with all their heart.
The people next to him saw his actions and said with disdain: "Why is Panda so calm? Aren't you also suffering such misery from people like them?"
It doesn't help at all.
Others are afraid of him and dare not offend him.
More than twenty people were crowded into the small woodshed. After everyone found a place to lie down, there was almost no place to stand.
The complaints were so noisy that Pang Jiming couldn't sleep.
Same journey but different destiny.
Pang Jiming is simply not willing to deal with such a person.
He just came over and pulled him!
Pang Jiming's arm was so painful that he was pulled by the opponent. He threw his arm away and turned over to sit up. He pushed forward with both hands!
"Are you done yet? Stop touching me!"
I can't compare with those "noble people" upstairs, but Pang Jiming has done his best to serve his wife. The boys got a night in this woodshed in exchange.
Fan Ye is a big man with a big waist and a round waist. He is obviously a prisoner. He has lost a few pounds and a few taels of weight along the way. He is also a prisoner in the team, second only to those "rich people", who is living a pretty good life.
In such a cold night, it is better to have a place to shelter from the wind than outside.
Not to mention those grumbling words full of resentment.
Pang Jiming was "indifferent".
The man was pushed and staggered, falling on top of the other man.
The prisoners who have money and can afford the boarding house sleep upstairs on clean wooden beds and have hot water and meals. Those who have no money either sleep in firewood sheds or in shacks outside. The only way to stay warm is donkey dung and eggs.
Pang Jiming sighed deeply, turned over, grabbed the straw next to him, and piled it on his ears.
The man behind him became more energetic.
With a fat brain and a black heart and lungs, Li Laoyuan's stench in his nature can kill people. He is the type of person Pang Jiming dislikes coming into contact with the most.
However, since his exile, Pang Jiming felt that this kind of filthy person was only the second best.
There are many people who are more disgusting than him!
Some people look at people as dogs, but in fact they are in vain.
Master Fan stood up with anger, grabbed the person on his body and kicked him to the side, "You are so blind that you dare to hit me, grandpa!"
The man's waist was almost broken After being kicked to pieces, when he was anxious and frightened, he pointed at Pang Jiming and said fiercely: "Master Fan! It's not the little kid who provoked you at all. How could I have the courage? It was him! It was this blind old boy who pushed me ! That’s why I bumped into you, Mr. Fan!”
Mr. Fan had a sullen expression on his face. He narrowed his triangular eyes and stared straight at Pang Jiming. He sneered, "I, Fan Wu, thought who had such a bad temper! Isn't this Mr. Pang, the former waterway official? The flood rushed I was disrespectful when I entered the Dragon King Temple."
Pang Jiming lowered his head and tugged on the sleeve that had just been torn open, with annoyance on his face.
On the road to exile, there was just such a prison uniform that covered the body.
If he were alone, Pang Jiming would not want to say a word to Fan Wu.
But he is not, he still has a wife and children. At this moment, his wife is holding two shivering children, looking between him and Fan Wu with fear on her face.
Pang Jiming saw his wife and children weak and helpless.
Suffering from nausea, he swallowed his temper and apologized to Fan Wu: "I disturbed Mr. Fan's rest, so I apologize here." Pang Jiming was very low-key in the exile team, with almost no sense of presence.
Fan Wu almost forgot that this family existed.
But he knew that Pang Jiming was an unlucky water official. He was very poor. He got into trouble with a nobleman and was exiled.
In Fan Wu's eyes, there is something wrong with this man's mind!
It’s just a matter of kowtowing to the noble man to admit his mistake. Is he just a tough guy?
He couldn't find a way to curry favor with such a noble person.
These rotten Confucian scholars are so blessed that they don’t even know how to be blessed.
Deserved it!
"Master Fan! I really didn't mean it, it was all his fault." The people next to him were still trying their best to blame the blame.
Pang Jiming stared at him with cold eyes.
The person who started the trouble in the first place was so stared at that he couldn't help but stop talking.
Seeing this, Fan Wu sneered.
Although there were only about twenty people in this woodshed, he knew what everyone had on them. Some of them even came in to rest thanks to his Master Fan's blessing.
How did Pang Jiming in front of me get in?
Didn’t he take his wife and children to eat chaffy vegetables all the way and starve to death?
How did you find a way out if you didn’t sleep in a shack outside with those useless guys?
Fan Wu looked him up and down, did this guy have money hidden in him?
The sinister gaze changed instantly. Fan Wu shook the flesh on his face and walked towards Pang Jiming's family.
Pang Jiming subconsciously took a step back. There was a huge disparity in strength between the two. If the other party was deliberately trying to make things difficult, what should he do?
Pang Jiming stood in front of his wife and children behind him, and was at a loss for words.
The person who provoked me earlier stood by with a sullen look on his face and encouraged him to watch the show.
Suddenly, footsteps were heard outside the woodshed, and the voices of officers and soldiers seemed to be asking other officers:
"Is the prisoner who can read and write letters home in there?"
"Here!"
There was a reply, and then someone pushed the door open and came in.
The prisoner searched around the woodshed and finally found Pang Jiming, who was blocked by Fan Wu's burly body.
"Hey! Come out!"
Pang Jiming's congested brain suddenly dispersed. Hearing the officer's words, he felt as if he had been granted amnesty. He turned around and picked up his wife and children, hurriedly Escaped.
The officer probably also realized that there was something wrong with the atmosphere in the woodshed, and thought that Fan Wu was going to cause trouble, so his expression darkened instantly.
Warning: "Be honest! If you don't want to sleep well, go out and sleep in the shack!"
Who dares to talk back to the officer?
There was silence in the woodshed, and even Fan Wu held his breath and did not dare to make a mistake.
Outside, Pang Jiming held the hands of his wife and children tightly and followed the officer.
Pang's wife was trembling and her voice was trembling: "Husband, let's not sleep in the woodshed tonight. It's fine just outside."
Pang Jiming felt uncomfortable in his heart after hearing this.
The officer led a few people into the inn lobby, and happened to pass by Xie Wenjie who was going downstairs to get something.
The woman's frightened and incomprehensible voice made people feel uncomfortable in Xie Wenjie's ears.
After a delay, he returned to his room.
Xie Yuchuan was quite confused and looked up at him: "Why did it take you so long to come back? Someone is giving you a hard time?"
Xie Wenjie shook his head, put down his things, and sat down next to his sixth brother.
"I just went downstairs and saw the exiled waterway official writing a letter for the official."
"Writing a letter?" Xie Yuchuan raised his eyes and asked curiously: "What letter?"< br>
“I don’t know, but his wife seemed to be frightened by something, and her voice was trembling when she spoke.” Xie Wenjie recalled the voice and felt uncomfortable.
Xie Yuchuan was silent for a while, "That man...is his name Pang Jiming?"
(End of this chapter)