After feeding the exiled criminals, she was forced to reveal herself

Chapter 171 There are capable people among the prisoners
If you book a hotel room, meals can be delivered to your room.

As long as he doesn't commit suicide and escape under the eyes of the guards, 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 them."

After his men left.

Xiong Jiushan ordered another person: "Go outside and ask how much money the blacksmith here makes for his work."

"Yes, my lord."

Not long after Xiong Jiushan sat in the room, Manager Min from the caravan came to visit.

After the officials finished handling the exile's settlement matters, 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 criminal with a face full of 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 each other sighing clearly.

There was a note from the government office, and the people at the inn served him with all their heart.

The people next to him saw his actions and said with great disdain: "Why is Panda so calm? Aren't you also suffering such misery from people like them?"

Doesn't help at all.

Others are afraid of him and dare not offend him.

There were more than twenty people 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 simply didn't want to deal with such a person.

Come and pull him away!
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? Stop touching me!"

He couldn't compare with the "noble people" upstairs, but Pang Jiming had tried his best to get a night in this woodshed for his wife and children.

Mr. Fan is a big man with a big waist and a big waist. He is obviously a prisoner. He has lost a few pounds and a few taels during the journey. He is also a prisoner in the team who is doing pretty well after a few "rich people".

On such a cold night, having a place to take shelter from the wind would be better than outside.

Not to mention the resentful whining.

Pang Jiming was "indifferent".

The man was pushed and staggered, falling on top of the other man.

Prisoners who have money and can afford the boarding house sleep upstairs on clean wooden beds and have hot water and meals. Those who had no money had to sleep in woodsheds or shacks outside, with only donkey dung and eggs to keep warm.

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, a black heart and black lungs, the stench of Li Laoyuan's nature can kill people. They are the type of people that 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 unsightly than him!
Some people look at people as dogs, but in fact they are in vain.

Mr. Fan glared angrily, grabbed the person on his body and kicked him to the side, "How dare you hit me, Grandpa, if you are so blind!"

The man's waist was almost broken by the kick. 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 guts! It's him! He's the blind one." The old boy pushed me! That’s why I hit you, Mr. Fan!”

Mr. Fan had a sullen face and stared straight at Pang Jiming with his triangular eyes. He sneered, "I, Fan Wu, thought who had such a bad temper! Isn't this Mr. Pang, a former waterway official? The flood is rushing It’s disrespectful to visit the Dragon King Temple.”

Pang Jiming lowered his head and tugged at the sleeve that had just been suddenly torn open, with annoyance on his brow.

On the road of exile, it was just 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, the 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.

Holding back his nausea, he swallowed his temper and apologized to Fan Wu: "I disturbed Master 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 had almost forgotten the existence of this family.

However, he knew that Pang Jiming was an unlucky water official. He was very poor and was exiled because of the bad luck of a nobleman.

In Fan Wu's eyes, there is something wrong with this man's mind!
He's just kowtowing to the noble to admit his mistake. Is he just a tough guy?

He couldn't find a way to curry favor with that kind of noble person.

These rotten Confucian scholars don't know how to be blessed even in the midst of blessings, and they won't even eat good food when it comes to their mouths.

Live it!

"Master Fan! I really didn't mean it, it was all his fault." The person next to him was still trying to blame the blame.

Pang Jiming stared at him with cold eyes.

The person who started the trouble in the first place couldn't help but stop talking due to his gaze.

When Fan Wu saw this, he sneered.

Although there were only about twenty people in this woodshed, he knew what everyone had on them. Some of them even had the blessing of Mr. Fan to come in and rest.

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?

If you don't sleep outside in a shack with those useless guys, how can you find a way out?
Fan Wu looked him up and down. Could it be that this guy had money hidden in him?

The sinister look in his eyes 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 embarrass them, what should they do?
Pang Jiming stood in front of his wife and children behind him, and was at a loss for words.

The person who had provoked him 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 there?"

"exist!"

There was an answer, and then someone opened the door 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, picked up his wife and children, and 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 face darkened instantly.

Warning: "Be honest! If you don't want to sleep well, then 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's body was trembling and her voice was trembling: "Husband, let's not sleep in the woodshed tonight. It's good to be outside."

Pang Jiming felt uncomfortable in his heart.

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."

"Write a letter?" Xie Yuchuan raised his eyes and asked curiously: "What letter?"

"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)