The second wife's little grandson, Gu Chang, looked at Xie Ling and the others, biting his fingers and drooling, his eyes turning green.
Aren’t the other people in the second house the same?
Their cell was closest to the Gu family, and the smell they smelled was the strongest. They were all anxious and felt as if there were hooks in their stomachs. They wanted to rush over and snatch the Gu family's job.
Mrs. Liu knew that the Gu family would never give it to her, so she glared at them hatefully and grabbed her beloved youngest son and spanked him.
"Eat, eat, eat. That family is black-hearted and black-lung. Will they give it to you?"
Gu Chang burst into tears, "I want to drink chicken soup! I don't want to eat black steamed buns! I want to eat chicken soup, not steamed buns!"
The crying of the young child echoed throughout the entire cell, as unpleasant as the howling of ghosts and wolves.
After another meal in the afternoon, an officer came in and led the prisoner out of the cell.
After staying in the cell for a long time, when I came out, the sunlight was very dazzling and the whole world was white. It took me a while to get used to the light.
It was the middle of winter, the wind felt like a knife blowing on my body, and the sunlight felt no warmth at all.
Xie Ling took the blanket that Uncle An sent and wrapped it in Song, and also wrapped Rujie in it. Rujie hugged Song's thighs obediently.
Xie Ling felt that Uncle An's family was even more caring.
It's such cold weather, just wear a prison uniform. Song is pregnant and your sister is young, so she will definitely catch a cold.
After a while, more than a dozen families came to the open space in front of the prison one after another. Most of them were officials who had committed crimes.
Xie Ling looked over and saw men and women, young and old, all wearing ragged prison uniforms and with dishevelled hair.
After everyone was gathered, the escorting officers drove the group out of the capital like animals.
Their task was to send these prisoners outside the border, and as for the exiled officials, they were another group of people.
A large group of more than a hundred people walked out of the pass in the cold wind.
Some of them cried, and the officers just beat them directly, swinging their long whips on them.
Therefore, no one dared to say a word, and everyone was silent.
Being whipped in this kind of weather is almost like waiting for death.
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