Chapter 171: There are also capable people among the fugitives
If you have booked a room at the inn, meals can be delivered to your room.
As long as you don't try to escape under the eyes of the escorts, it's okay to occasionally improve your situation during exile.
When Xiong Jiushan learned that the Xie family had spent a lot of money, he just nodded.
"The Xie family has gifts from Songjiang County Magistrate Li Zhouquan and Commander Wang, so they're not short of money. Don't worry about it for now. Just keep an eye on them."
After the men left.
Xiong Jiushan pointed to another person and said, "Go outside and ask how much the blacksmiths here charge for their work."
"Yes, sir."
Xiong Jiushan had been sitting in the room for a while when Manager Min from the caravan came to visit him.
After the officials had dealt with the settlement of the exiles, they also took turns to eat and rest.
The square table in the lobby on the first floor of the inn was filled with escorts eating.
With the notice from the government office, the inn staff served with all their heart and soul.
Those who could afford the lodgings slept on clean plank beds upstairs, with hot water and hot meals provided. Those without money slept in the woodshed or in the drafty shacks outside, where only donkey dung balls could provide warmth.
Same path, different fate.
The complaints kept Pang Jiming awake.
Although he couldn't compare with those "noble people" upstairs, Pang Jiming had already done his best to buy a place for his wife and children to stay in the woodshed for the night.
On such a cold night, having a place to shelter from the wind is better than being outside.
There were more than 20 people crammed into the small woodshed. After everyone found a place to lie down, there was hardly any room left to step.
One after another, every time someone sighed, Pang Jiming was forced to hear it clearly.
Not to mention those resentful complaints.
Pang Jiming sighed deeply, turned over, grabbed the straw next to him, and piled it on his ears.
It's of no use at all.
The people around him saw his actions and said with disdain, "How can Mr. Pang be so calm? Haven't you also been hurt so miserably by people like them?"
Pang Jiming was "indifferent".
The man behind him was even more excited.
Just come over and pull him!
Pang Jiming's arm was pulled by the other party so hard that it hurt. He suddenly shook his arm off, turned over and sat up, and pushed his hands forward with force!
"Are you done yet? Stop touching me!"
The man was pushed and staggered, falling on top of another person.
Unfortunately, it was not someone else, but the fugitive Fan Ye who had a face full of flesh and was charged with numerous crimes.
Fan Ye is a big and strong man. He is obviously a convict. He has lost a lot of weight during the journey. He is also the prisoner who lives a relatively good life in the team, second only to those "rich people".
In the woodshed, there was a circle around where he lay down to sleep.
Others were afraid of him and dared not offend him.
Pang Jiming was simply unwilling to deal with such people.
They are fat and bloated, with black hearts and lungs. The stench in their nature can kill people from a distance. They are the type of people that Pang Jiming hates to interact with the most.
However, since being exiled, Pang Jiming felt that this kind of filthy person could only be ranked second.
There are many people who are more disgusting than him!
Some people look like decent human beings, but in fact they are not worthy of being called human beings.
Mr. Fan glared, grabbed the person on his body and kicked him aside, "How dare you bump into me, Grandpa!"
The man's waist was nearly broken by the kick. In panic and fear, he pointed at Pang Jiming and said viciously, "Master Fan! I didn't mess with you at all. How could I have the guts to do that? It was him! It was this blind old fellow who pushed me! That's why I bumped into you, Master Fan!"
Mr. Fan's face was dark and fleshy, and he narrowed his triangular eyes and stared straight at Pang Jiming, sneering, "I, Fan Wu, was wondering who was so angry! Isn't this the former waterway official, Mr. Pang? The flood has washed away the Dragon King Temple. How disrespectful!"
Pang Jiming lowered his head, tugged at his sleeve which had just been torn, with a look of annoyance between his brows.
On the road of exile, there is only this prison uniform to cover the body.
If he was alone, Pang Jiming would not want to say a word to Fan Wu.
But he was not like that. He still had a wife and children. At this moment, his wife was holding two trembling children, looking at him and Fan Wu with fear on her face.
Pang Jiming watched his wife and children looking weak and helpless.
He swallowed his nausea and temper, bowed and apologized to Fan Wu: "I'm sorry for disturbing Mr. Fan's rest. I apologize here."
Pang Jiming was very low-key in the exile team and had almost no presence.
Fan Wu almost forgot the existence of this family.
But he knew Pang Jiming, a poor and unlucky minor official in the water conservancy department, who had offended a noble and was exiled.
In Fan Wu's eyes, this guy has a mental problem!
He just kowtowed to the noble man and admitted his mistake. Is he so stubborn?
He couldn't even find a way to curry favor with that kind of noble person.
This bunch of pedantic Confucian scholars don't know how to appreciate what they have and won't even eat the delicious food that's right in front of them.
Serves you right!
"Ms. Fan! I really didn't mean it. It's all his fault." The person next to him was still trying to shift the blame.
Pang Jiming stared at him with a cold gaze.
The person who started the trouble initially couldn't help but shut up when he was stared at by her.
Seeing this, Fan Wu sneered.
Although there are only about twenty people in this woodshed, he knows everything about what everyone has on them. Some of them are even able to come in and rest thanks to Mr. Fan.
How did Pang Jiming, who is standing in front of me, get in?
He and his wife and children had to eat coarse food and were starving to death along the way.
How would you have found the way out if you hadn't slept in a shack outside with that bunch of useless people?
Fan Wu looked him up and down. Could it be that this guy had hidden silver on him?
His sinister eyes changed in an instant, 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 of them. What should he do if the other party wanted to make things difficult for him?
Pang Jiming stood in front of his wife and children, and was at a loss for a moment.
The person who had provoked the incident earlier was watching the show from the side with a sly look on his face.
Suddenly, footsteps were heard outside the woodshed, and the voices of officers and soldiers seemed to be asking other officers:
"Is the prisoner there who can read and write letters home?"
"exist!"
There was a reply, and then someone pushed the door open.
He searched the fugitives in 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 relaxed. He felt as if he had been pardoned when he heard the official's words. He turned around, grabbed his wife and two children, and hurriedly fled.
The officer probably also realized that there was something wrong in the atmosphere in the woodshed, and thought that Fan Wu was going to cause trouble, so his face darkened instantly.
He warned: "Behave yourself! If you don't want to sleep well, go out and sleep in the shack!"
Who dares to talk back to the official?
The woodshed was completely silent, and even Fan Wu held his breath and dared not act rashly.
Outside, Pang Jiming held his wife and children's hands tightly and followed the official.
Mrs. Pang trembled and her voice trembled: "Husband, let's not sleep in the woodshed tonight. It's fine outside."
Pang Jiming felt uncomfortable after hearing this.
The official brought a few people into the lobby of the inn and just passed by Xie Wenjie who was going downstairs to get something.
The woman's terrified voice made Xie Wenjie feel uncomfortable.
After a while, he returned to his room.
Xie Yuchuan was quite puzzled and looked up at him: "Why did you take so long to come back? Did someone give 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 waterworks official writing a letter for the public servant."
"Writing a letter?" Xie Yuchuan raised his eyes and asked curiously, "What letter?"
"I'm not sure, 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 moment, "Is that man... called Pang Jiming?"
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