Erosion of bones and pets, forensic mad concubine

Chapter 989 I think we are worse than dogs

Chapter 990 I think we are worse than dogs

Fu Ziyong stopped fighting with Mr. Li, and instead beat up the person who spoke ill of the Fu family!

Those people formed a line, not afraid of Fu Ziyong, they directly fought against him!
Fu Ziyao Fu Zilan was not a person who liked to touch hands and feet, but now, he could only help Fu Ziyong to argue with other people.

In the end, the Fu family huddled together, and the others huddled together. They actually divided the already small cell into two parts. It seemed that everyone felt that as long as they kept a distance from the Fu family, or even fell out, the Lord Liu With the third prince, they can be released for the sake of the Fu family who are the instigators.

In the face of survival, dignity and principles are worthless.

This farce lasted until the morning, and after a night of exhaustion, the one who should sleep finally fell asleep.

At noon, that Master Liu appeared again.

"Open the door."

As Liu Wei said, his eyes began to look at the changes in the prison room.

It's kind of like going to jail.

Liu Wei turned his head, looked at Sima Xi beside him, and asked, "Master Sima, do the prisoners in the prison have to work every day?"

Sima Xi lowered his head and said, "Yes."

"What kind of work? Is it particular?"

"Women prisoners weave and embroider, while men plow the fields. They don't pay much attention. The hours of work are the same as those of farmers outside."

"Where is the land, how far away?"

"It's just behind the yamen, not far away."

Liu Wei looked at the people in the prison and smiled: "I heard everything, come out."

Farming and plowing the land, this kind of thing, these sons and daughters let alone do it, they have lived for half their lives, and they have never seen it before.

So when they were taken to the field behind the yamen, they saw that other prisoners were already busy, and everyone was stunned.

The guards gave them shovels and shovels, judging by their injuries, those with minor injuries should go to loose the ground, and those with serious injuries should shovel the dung.

Yang Min can hold a pen and a shovel, but he has never held it before. When his hands are holding the hard wooden handle, he has already started to feel the pain in his palms.
But what can be done?
endure!

Yang Ming didn't know how to do it at all. He watched others do it and did it gropingly.

When someone else hoeed a field, he also hoeed the area near his feet. He was extremely slow, and finally the jailer came directly, slapped his feet with a whip, and cursed: "Hurry up, do you still want to eat! "

Yang Min shrank his neck, his face full of forbearance, he had to increase his strength, speed up, and continue to plow the ground.

On the other hand, Liu Sui did a good job of hoeing the ground. He probably has strong hands. After he finished hoeing his own field, he quietly came to help Yang Min. Yang Min was happy, but Liu Sui was called away. Hoe another piece, anyway, he has nothing to do.

Liu Sui was dragged away cursing, and looked back at Yang Min a few times.

Yang Min's heart was ashamed, so he could only keep his head down and do his own thing, trying to get lunch today.

The people on the hoeing side are fairly well-behaved. Although they are bitter and tired, their noses are still clear.

Those who dig the excrement can't do it. All of them were seriously injured when they were about to die. As soon as they smelled the smell of excrement, several people vomited directly. They didn't rinse their mouths with water after vomiting. Bucket, morning errands are over.

Three buckets are actually not many, and it takes an incense stick of effort for most people to dig one bucket.

But these elders and young masters had to vomit twice after digging a shovel, dawdling, and still hurt here and there. Before lunch, none of them completed the task.

There is no way, but to continue, when to finish, when to eat.

Yang Ming eats on time, thick steamed buns, hot porridge, that's all. This kind of food that he would never touch on a daily basis is very delicious now.

Liu Sui had a big appetite, and after finishing his own, he stared at Yang Ming's bowl: "I remember you don't like steamed buns."

Yang Min ignored him. Whether he likes to eat or not is one thing, but whether he is hungry or not is another. Now that the steamed bun is in his mouth, it is much more delicious than delicacies from mountains and seas.

Liu Sui saw that he couldn't get anything to eat, so he sat there in a daze, saying he was in a daze, but still staring at other people in the distance.

They were all brought up with rich clothes and fine food, and they were raised with a lot of care. Who has suffered this kind of hardship?I was beaten all over my body yesterday, and I have to do this kind of physical work today. I can't bear it, my face is already pale, I'm panting heavily, and I'm on the verge of falling.

Liu Sui pushed Yang Ming and asked, "You said yesterday that Mr. Zhang is not dead. Since he is not dead, why did they tell us that he is dead?"

Yang Min glanced at him, swallowed the last mouthful of steamed buns, and looked at Master Liu who was watching their work in the distance.

Master Liu was sitting in the shed, eating the fruit brought up from below, while flipping through an idle book.

"In order to torture us better." Yang Ming said slowly: "The so-called influence of the whole body, Mr. Zhang's death has had an impact that cannot be underestimated among us. Think about it, if Mr. Zhang hadn't died , Last night, how did Fu Ziyong get into an argument with other people? In the end of the argument, why did he tear his face so openly? After all, everyone is afraid of death, and they are afraid of following in the footsteps of Mr. Zhang. Once people's hearts are sensitive , Morale is bound to plummet, and everyone is suspicious, and in the end, we are scattered, and the fisherman makes a profit." When the word fisherman was mentioned, Yang Min glanced at Master Liu again.

Liu Sui heard the general idea, and was a little angry: "Are you treating us like dogs in a cage?"

"Dog?" Yang Min smiled wryly: "I think we are not even as good as dogs."

Liu Sui choked, thinking it was true.

Yang Ming finished his last sip of hot porridge, and said, "I guess, something will happen today."

"What? Something's going on, what's going on? We've all started hoeing the ground and digging manure, so what does Liu want?"

Yang Ming shook his head: "It's not Liu." After a pause, he changed his words again: "Probably not."

Liu Sui was a little irritable; "You should make it clear, don't make me guess."

Yang Min glared at him, and pointed to the man digging up the manure.

And sure enough, just after the end of time, something really happened.

Fu Ziyong fainted.

The Fu family is currently unpopular, but Fu Ziyong was seriously injured yesterday, and today he was arranged to dig dung.

The so-called skinny camel is bigger than a horse, Fu Ziyong has a solid foundation, and he is more energetic than other gentlemen. In the morning, he was the first one to finish his meal among the people digging dung. At that time, Liu Sui paid attention to it. It turned out that several people were staring at him overtly and secretly.

In the afternoon, Fu Ziyong didn't make any trouble. He was as diligent and diligent as in the morning. He looked normal, but a few people deliberately shoveled feces onto his feet.

Fu Ziyong lost his temper, but was suppressed by the guards. His face was flushed and he was bruised. In the end, he could only hold his breath and continue to work dully.

But for the second time, someone overturned a bucket of dung that he had shoveled with great difficulty, and half an hour of hard work was paid for.

This time, Fu Ziyong was really furious, no one could pull him, he insisted on fighting with those people!
Before the fight started, he just pushed and shoved twice, and he suddenly passed out.

When he was dizzy, Fu Ziyao and Fu Zilan were the first to make a fuss.

The two of them were supporting Fu Ziyong, their necks were red, they were arguing with others, and shouted to find that Mr. Liu!
(End of this chapter)