Chapter 990 I Think We Are Worse than Dogs

Fu Ziyong stopped fighting Mr. Li and instead beat those who spoke ill of the Fu family!

Those people formed a line and were not afraid of Fu Ziyong, they directly attacked him!

Fu Ziyao and Fu Zilan were not people who liked to get involved, but now, they could only help Fu Ziyong argue with others.

In the end, the Fu family members were united, and the others were united. They actually separated the east and west areas in the already small cell. It seemed that everyone felt that as long as they kept a distance from the Fu family, or even had a falling out, Mr. Liu With the third prince, they could see that the culprits were Fu's family members and let them go.

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

This farce lasted until morning. After an exhausting night, I finally fell asleep when I needed to.

At noon, Mr. Liu appeared again.

"Open the door."

As Liu Wei spoke, her eyes began to look at the changes in the cell.

It's a bit like being in jail.

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

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

"What kind of work do you do? Are you particular about it?"

"Female prisoners weave and embroider, while male prisoners farm and farm. They are not particular about it. The working hours are the same as those of farmers outside."

"Where is the ground? Is it far away?"

"It's just behind the Yamen, not far."

Liu Wei looked at the prison full of people and smiled: "You've all heard it, come out."

Farming and plowing, these young men have never seen anything like this in their entire lives, let alone doing it.

So when they were taken to the field behind the Yamen and saw other prisoners already busy in the field, everyone was confused.

The guard who was guarding them gave them shovels and shovels. Judging by their injuries, those with minor injuries were to be removed from the soil, while those with serious injuries were shoveled to the ground.

Yang Min could hold a pen or a shovel, but he had never held it before. When his hand was holding the dry and hard wooden handle, he began to feel the palm of his hand tingling.

But what can be done?

Bear with it!

Yang Min didn't know how to do it at all. He just watched what others did and fumbled around.

Someone else was hoeing a field, so he hoeed the field next to his feet, too slowly. Finally, the jailer came over directly, slapped his feet with a whip, and cursed: "Hurry up, do you still want to eat?" "

Yang Min shrank his neck, with a forbearing look on his face. He had to increase his strength, speed up, and continue to turn over the ground.

On the other hand, Liu Sui was very good at hoeing. He probably had strong hands. After hoeing his own field, he quietly came over to help Yang Min. Yang Min was just happy, but Liu Sui was called away. The jailer said that he was so idle, so why not One more piece of hoeing, and he has nothing to do anyway.

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

Yang Ming was so heartbroken that he could only work on his own business and try to have lunch today.

The people on the hoeing side are quite well-behaved. Although it is hard and tiring, their noses are still clear.

The ones who dug up excrement were not able to survive. Everyone who was about to die was seriously injured. As soon as they smelled the smell of excrement, several people vomited directly. After vomiting, they were not given water to rinse their mouths, and they were allowed to continue digging. Bucket, the morning errands are over.

Three buckets are actually not much. It only takes one stick of incense to dig out one bucket.

But these young men just dug a shovel and had to vomit twice, grinding and hurting here and there. None of them completed the task before lunch.

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

Yang Min ate on time, thick steamed buns, hot porridge, that's all. Things that he would never touch on ordinary days, he ate particularly deliciously now.

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

Yang Minli ignored him. Whether he liked it or not was one thing. Whether he was hungry or not was another matter. Now that the steamed bun was in his mouth, it was much more delicious than the delicacies of mountains and seas.

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

They all grew up with fine clothes and fine food, and were cared for and cared for. Who has ever suffered like this? I was beaten all over my body just yesterday, and I have to do this kind of physical work today. I can't bear it. My face is pale, I'm breathing heavily, and I'm shaky.

Liu Sui pushed Yang Min and asked: "You said yesterday that Mr. Zhang is not dead. If he is not dead, why do they tell us that he is?"

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

Mr. Liu was sitting in the shed, eating the fruit served from below and flipping through an idle book.

"In order to torture us better." Yang Min said slowly: "As the saying goes, a single move can affect the whole body. The death of Mr. Zhang has had an impact that cannot be underestimated among us. Think about it, if Mr. Zhang hadn't died , how did Fu Ziyong get into an argument with other people last night? Why did he get so open-minded in the end of the argument? After all, everyone is afraid of death, and is afraid of following in the footsteps of Mr. Zhang. Once people's hearts are sensitive, , morale will definitely plummet, everyone will be suspicious, and in the end, we will be scattered, and the fisherman will gain from the wall." When he said the word "fisherman", Yang Min's eyes 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 bitterly: "I think we are worse than dogs."

Liu Sui choked and thought it was true.

Yang Min finished the last mouthful of hot porridge and said, "My guess is that something will happen again today."

"What? Something else is going to happen? What's going to happen? We've all started digging in the fields. What does Liu want to do?"

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

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

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

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

Fu Ziyong fainted.

The Fu family is now unpopular, but Fu Ziyong was seriously injured yesterday, and today he was assigned to dig manure.

It is said that a skinny camel is bigger than a horse. Fu Ziyong has good foundation, but he is more energetic than other gentlemen. In the morning, he was the first one to finish eating among the people digging dung. At that time, Liu Sui paid attention Yes, several people were glaring at him openly or covertly.

In the afternoon, Fu Ziyong did not cause any trouble and worked as diligently as in the morning. He looked normal. However, several people deliberately shoveled feces onto his feet.

Fu Ziyong got angry, but was suppressed by the guards. His face was red and bruised, and in the end he could only hold his breath and continue working.

But the second time, someone overturned the bucket of dung he had finally shoveled, and most of his hard work was wasted.

This time, Fu Ziyong was really furious. No one could stop him, he had to fight with those people!

There was no fight, just a few pushes, and the person suddenly fainted.

When he fainted, the first people to cause trouble were Fu Ziyao and Fu Zilan.

The two of them were supporting Fu Ziyong, blushing, arguing with the others, and shouting that they wanted to find Mr. Liu!