When they went up the mountain, they only found some wild vegetables and mushrooms. Very few prisoners could hunt. Only those who were good at martial arts or had great luck could catch a pheasant weighing two or three pounds, or find some bird eggs in a bird's nest.

They knew relatively few wild vegetables and mushrooms. The few that they knew were those that Feng Jiuyan had picked on her way to exile, and they picked them according to her example.

God knows how long they haven't eaten meat, they have almost forgotten the taste of meat. They only eat steamed bread twice a day, which makes their stomachs empty and their mouths taste even stale.

When they see animals walking on the ground, they all want to rush up and catch them and take a bite.

As soon as they heard there were three wild dogs, they became interested.

If they can get a piece of the pie, they would be willing to live a few years less!

All of a sudden, the gazes of both the prisoners and the officers were focused on Feng Jiuyan, like several searchlights.

Feng Jiuyan pointed in the direction of Wang Mazi and the others, "Look, they're over there."

With a roar, everyone swarmed towards the direction Feng Jiuyan pointed.

Someone was accidentally pushed down and stepped on several times. He cried out in pain, got up from the ground, and continued to follow.

Song Chen stared at the prisoners and officials who were like vicious wolves, and couldn't help but sigh, "People die for money, birds die for food, and exiled prisoners die for meat!"

He understands very well!

Song Chen and Feng Jiuyan stood still, waiting for the people who were rushing over to return empty-handed.

Not long after, everyone came back in a hurry.

The black-faced officer drew his sword, pointed at Feng Jiuyan, and said viciously, "Feng Jiuyan, how dare you fool us. Where did this stray dog ​​come from? You are clearly fooling us!"

"Wild dog? Hiss——" Lei Gong had a swollen mouth, a pair of walnut eyes, and his face was swollen like a pig's head. When he spoke, the injured corner of his mouth moved, and he couldn't help but gasp.

He struggled to open his eyes and said with a thick tongue, "Wild dogs? You actually said that the three of us are wild dogs?"

Fatty Zhang pointed his index finger at Feng Jiuyan, trembling constantly, his face stiff and unnatural, "You, you witch! You made me laugh non-stop!"

Wang Mazi covered the wound on his forehead and complained angrily, "Officials, please help us! Yes, it was Feng Jiuyan who robbed us and beat us up like this! Please help us, punish this stinky girl Feng Jiuyan severely!"

Upon hearing this, the black-faced officer became even more excited. "How dare you, Feng Jiuyan, rob others! And beat them up like this? If everyone is like you, wouldn't the exile team be in chaos? Quick, hand over the things immediately if you know what's good for you!"

The black-faced official glared at Feng Jiuyan, his eyes fixed on the pheasant and rabbit in Feng Jiuyan's hands, almost drooling.

Feng Jiuyan glanced at the black-faced official indifferently, with the corner of his mouth tilted to the right, and said with disdain, "Sir, when did you become so blindly convinced? Believing everything will only hurt you!" The threat in his words was obvious.

She turned her head and glanced at Wang Datou. Wang Datou's eyes were deep and meaningful. He neither stopped the black-faced official nor agreed with him.

Wang Datou was using a knife to kill someone, and he also wanted to use the black-faced official's men to intimidate Feng Jiuyan! So as to curb Feng Jiuyan's temper!

Feng Jiuyan saw through Wang Datou's wishful thinking clearly.

Sure enough, the black-faced officer was not stopped by Wang Datou, so he became even more proud and no longer had so many scruples in his behavior.

"Feng Jiuyan, don't be so arrogant! I am an official and you are a criminal. Believe it or not, I will beat you up!" The black-faced official was so angry at Feng Jiuyan's arrogant attitude.

She clearly didn't take him seriously.

No matter how noble her status was in the past, she was now just an exiled commoner, and he was still an official. Feng Jiuyan dared not take him seriously!

The black-faced official felt that his authority had been greatly challenged. His anger made him lose his mind and he simply forgot that Feng Jiuyan was not the kind of exiled prisoner who could be manipulated by others.

The black-faced officer swung his whip and lashed at Feng Jiuyan fiercely.

Feng Jiuyan dodged, raised her long legs, and kicked Wang Mazi beside her in front of the whip, blocking the whip swung by the black-faced official.

"Snap!" The whip hit Wang Mazi.

“Ouch!”

Wang Mazi screamed in agony; the whip almost sent him to death.

Why is he always the one who gets hurt?

"You, you, you, Feng Jiuyan, please don't go too far!" Wang Mazi's whole body was shaking, and he didn't know whether he was angry or in pain.

Feng Jiuyan laughed so hard that he almost burst into laughter. "Hehe, sorry, my foot slipped."

Wang Mazi: “…” What the hell is slipping!

He was in so much pain that he couldn't speak, and he couldn't win an argument with the witch at all.

Feng Jiuyan glanced at Wang Datou, staring straight at the black-faced official with a harmless smile, "I advise you to be more careful when you swing the whip. If I get hurt, I'm afraid I won't be able to serve you when Lord Meng asks me to give him acupuncture."

After saying that, she glanced at Wang Datou.

She said this lightly, but its significance cannot be underestimated.

Wang Datou’s body stiffened, as if he felt threatened.

He heard the warning in Fengjiu's words.

The black-faced officer became even angrier. Feng Jiuyan was threatening him blatantly!

"You dare to threaten me?" The black-faced officer narrowed his eyes and looked angry.

He swung the whip, wanting to whip Feng Jiuyan again.

At this time, Wang Datou, who had nothing to do with the matter, finally spoke up. "That's enough. Let's stop here. Don't take it too far."

"Brother Wang, she, she..." The black-faced officer was so angry that he had no place to vent.

Wang Datou's face turned pale and he glared at the black-faced official.

"Hmph!" The black-faced officer snorted coldly and swung the whip straight at Wang Mazi.

“Ouch!”

Wang Mazi shrank his neck, covered his wound, and was about to cry.

Why is it him again!

Can't someone else do it? What did he do wrong?

The black-faced official looked at Wang Mazi fiercely, "What? Are you dissatisfied?"

Wang Mazi's face was grim, and he forced out a smile with great effort, "Ha, ha, ha, I give up! Good fight!"

“Bang!”

The black-faced officer whipped him again.

Wang Mazi: “…”

Wearing a mask of pain, he didn't want to say a word.

In this way, Lei Gongzui and Zhang Pangzi saw Wang Mazi being whipped a few more times, and they knew that they had no way to seek justice for being beaten, and the wild mushrooms and vegetables that were taken away by Song Chen and Feng Jiuyan could not be taken back. If they continued to say a few more words, they would probably be whipped.

Therefore, they could only grit their teeth and swallow it, not daring to say a word.