Feng Jiuyan and his family of three had straw hats, spiritual spring water, and fruits grown with the spiritual spring water, so their road to exile was not very difficult.

But other exiled prisoners did not have it so easy.

The sun was high in the sky, scorching hot, with a rare breeze. Everyone's faces were sunburned, their lips were dry and pale, and they were sweating profusely.

Many people were very thirsty, but because they had no water bags, they had no water to drink and were unable to replenish the lost water in time.

The second and third branches of the Feng family are the most miserable.

Among the group of people, except for the Second Madam Feng, Feng Zixuan, Feng Qingyun and Feng Qingshao from the Third House, the rest had some injuries.

Especially Madam Feng.

Her legs were broken and she couldn't walk on her own.

Master Feng Er and Master Feng San felt pain all over their body, and their right palm was pierced through, leaving a big bloody hole.

Feng Zirou and Madam Feng San were both severely beaten by the officials. Their cheeks were swollen and their whole bodies were in pain.

There was a dispute among people over who carried Old Madam Feng on her back.

Originally, Second Master Feng and Third Master Feng took turns carrying their mother on their backs, but now both of them were seriously injured and in great pain. If they were to carry the fat girl, Old Madam Feng, on their backs, would they still be able to survive?

Because of this incident, people from the second and third rooms started arguing.

The Second Master Feng advocated that Feng Qingshao from the third room should carry Old Madam Feng, because his son Feng Qingyun was the eldest grandson and the important task of bringing honor to the family in the future would fall on his son. Feng Qingyun should suffer less and he only needed to assist from the side and occasionally replace Feng Qingshao.

But Mr. Feng Sanye refused to do it!

Why? His own son didn't get any benefits, but he had to do more work.

Isn’t second brother looking down on him and his son?

It's fine that he is always suppressed by Master Feng, but why should his own son also be suppressed by Master Feng's son!

In response, the two started arguing, spitting and even fighting.

The two were so angry that their faces turned red and their necks became thick. Finally, they decided that one person from the second and third rooms would carry Old Madam Feng.

Master Feng Er sent Madam Feng Er, and Master Feng San sent Madam Feng San.

The two women also quit.

Before her house was confiscated, she was tortured by Old Madam Feng. At that time, she was considered the only daughter of the Loyal Marquis's Mansion, and her status was noble. She dared not resist when she was scolded and tortured.

Now, knowing that Madam Feng was born a foot-washing maid, with such a lowly identity, why should they bear the brunt of it?

Just her? Is she worthy?

No way!

It’s impossible even if there is a window!

Another quarrel.

Madam Feng burst into tears, throwing a tantrum and acting pitiful, "Wow, wow, wow, wow - you unfilial descendants. You know I'm of low status and you won't carry me, right? I raised you two brothers with all my hard work. And in the end, you end up like this. Wow, wow, wow, old man, I don't want to live anymore. I'd rather go down and accompany you."

As she said that, she ran into a big tree nearby.

She stopped just as her head was about to hit the tree.

Hey, why is there no resistance on my body?

No one stopped her? It wasn't like this in the mansion before.

Turning her head to look to the side, she saw the people from the second and third rooms looking at her with blank expressions, not moved at all.

The look in his eyes even revealed, 'Hit it! Hit it! Why don't you hit it, old man! I wish you would die!'

Madam Feng touched the tree trunk awkwardly and said stubbornly, "Hmph, forget it today. I won't hit the tree again. It's not easy for this tree to grow to this size. Don't hurt it!"

Madam Feng Er: "......" Hit it, why not hit it? Die quickly!

Madam Feng San: "......" No, the tree doesn't hurt. Just hit it!

Others rolled their eyes at Old Madam Feng. Just let her die, she is just a burden! She is just a troublemaker!

After realizing that everyone in her family wanted her to die quickly, Old Madam Feng became silent and no longer dared to throw a tantrum or threaten to commit suicide.

If she gets angry, they will just kill her.

Old Madam Feng hunched her shoulders and acted cowardly.

Finally, after discussion, the people from the second and third rooms took turns carrying Old Madam Feng, each for 25 minutes. Even Feng Zirou, who had become close to the official, had to carry Old Madam Feng.

Feng Zirou shook the old lady Feng on her back, who was as heavy as a pig and smelled bad, and wanted to throw her into a pit nearby and bury her.

No matter how much she hated it, Feng Zirou didn't dare to do it so blatantly.

It is better to kill your grandmother secretly. Otherwise, you will be scolded and thrown into a pig cage.

Feng Zirou's legs felt as if they were filled with lead, extremely heavy. Gritting her teeth, she continued to walk a long way with Old Madam Feng on her back.

It was estimated that it was already quarter of an hour and it was time for her father, Mr. Feng San, to carry her.

"Dad, Dad! I've been carrying grandma on my back for 25 minutes. It's your turn now!"

Mr. Feng pretended not to hear.

Feng Zirou's eyes were filled with hatred, and she continued to call out to Master Feng San even louder, "Dad! It's your turn now!"

Master Feng San's ears were hurt by the shock. "Scream, scream, scream, scream! Your father's whole body hurts, and there's a bloody hole on his hand. What's wrong with you carrying me on your back for a while longer? I'm your father!"

Feng Qingshao unplugged the water bag and drank a big mouthful of water happily. He was also talking nonsense on the side, looking at Feng Zirou with contempt, "Yes, sister. What's wrong with you carrying it for a while longer? Dad's hand is still bleeding!"

Feng Zirou felt aggrieved, angry and resentful.

You are noble, you are filial, you are amazing, so come and take his place!

At this moment, the thoughts of killing his father and harming his siblings reached their peak!

Feng Zirou gritted her teeth and stared at the water bag in Feng Qingshao's hand with hatred. This water bag was given to her by Wang Datou. But before she could even warm it up, it was taken away by her good father.

They even say that they are in charge of the water bags and strictly control everyone's drinking water to avoid running out of water on the road and getting heatstroke.

But the fact was that he monopolized the water bag and only gave it to himself and his brother Feng Qingshao. She didn't even get a sip. Even her mother, the Third Madam, could only drink a small sip.

Feng Zirou really couldn't bear it anymore. Her mouth was dry and her throat was hot. If she couldn't drink some water to moisten her throat, she might be the first to fall down.

Besides, I was exhausted the whole night last night...

And now, I am carrying this old thing that is as heavy as a pig!

So Feng Zirou used a conciliatory policy and said softly, "Dad, please give your daughter some water. She is about to faint from heatstroke."

Master Feng San cursed, "Drink, drink, drink. All you know is to drink. Didn't you drink just now?" Even though he cursed, when he thought of his daughter clinging to the delicious food brought back by the official, he finally bit the pain and handed the water bag to Feng Zirou.

"Just take a small sip!" He instructed, staring at Feng Zirou drinking water without blinking.

Feng Zirou hated her father very much, hated his preference for boys over girls, and she hated her younger brother Feng Qingshao even more.

She thought that hooking up with Wang Datou would only improve her food slightly, but that was not enough!

She needs to cling to a big tree, to protect her, to pamper her, and to help her kill Feng Jiuyan!

Feng Zirou stared ahead, with the corners of her mouth curled up——