Faced with the ridicule of the crowd, Wen Dashou's expression became even more aggrieved.
But he still didn't say anything.
The group of prisoners were finally able to relax at lunchtime.
A group of people lined up to receive their meals.
Wen Dashou was also in the middle of the line at this time.
After finally getting to the front of the procession, they saw the same weasel-faced supervisor from before come up again.
"Oh, isn't this Doctor Wen? Come, come, let me personally get you your meal!"
The foreman sneered and then snatched the rice scoop from his hands.
Wen Dashou frowned and held out the bowl.
The foreman scooped up a spoonful of porridge and was about to put it into Wen Dashou's bowl.
But just as his spoon reached the edge of Wen Dashou's bowl, he suddenly flipped it over.
Snap!
A spoonful of porridge was spilled all over the ground.
"Oh dear, I made a mistake. But our quarry has a rule that each person is only allowed one spoonful of porridge per meal. If you don't want to go hungry, Lord Wen, you might as well eat it like this."
The foreman chuckled, looking at Wen Dashou with an expression of anticipation.
Looking at the porridge that had turned into a muddy mess on the ground, Wen Dashou's breathing became much heavier.
Anyone could see that the foreman was trying to cause him trouble.
Meanwhile, the other prisoners quietly moved away from Wen Dashou.
They didn't want to offend the overseer because of Wen Dashou.
"Isn't there still one steamed bun? Give it to me."
Wen Dashou did not pick up the porridge on the ground as the overseer had wished, but instead looked at the person distributing steamed buns.
However, the overseer jumped over again.
"Come on, Lord Wen, have some steamed buns!"
The foreman chuckled coldly, but when Wen Dashou reached out to take it, he threw the steamed bun on the ground.
Oops, I accidentally dropped my finger again!
The foreman wore an affected expression.
But this time, Wen Dashou hesitated for a moment before reaching out to pick up the steamed bun.
Snap!
However, before he could pick up the steamed bun, the overseer stepped on it.
"Alright, Lord Wen, you can eat now."
The overseer burst into laughter and said sarcastically.
Wen Dashou looked at the trampled steamed bun, his expression shifting between light and shadow, his fists clenching and unclenching repeatedly.
Anyone could see that Wen Dashou's anger had reached its peak.
Just as everyone was wondering if Wen Dashou would show some courage and beat up the overseer, they saw Wen Dashou pick up the steamed bun.
The entire audience erupted in uproar.
"Haha, he actually wants to eat this steamed bun that's all mud!"
"What a spineless bastard!"
"Heh, if it were me, I'd rather just smash my head against a wall and die."
The group of prisoners burst into laughter.
The overseer clapped his hands with delight.
"Haha, you eat up, I'll just watch you eat!"
The foreman pointed at Wen Dashou and urged him on.
Wen Dashou picked up the steamed bun, about to stuff it into his mouth.
"stop!"
But just then, a loud roar came.
Immediately afterwards, everyone saw a group of richly dressed people walking towards them.
"Prime Minister... Prime Minister!"
The once arrogant overseer immediately knelt down in terror upon seeing Sima Lie.
"What?! This is the Prime Minister?!"
Everyone present changed their expressions.
But they quickly realized what was happening and immediately knelt down.
"Greetings, Your Excellency the Prime Minister!"
Now everyone knows that the Prime Minister is the uncrowned emperor of the Great Xia Dynasty, and who would dare to disrespect him?
Seeing the large group of people kneeling in a row, Sima Lie ignored them and walked straight to the overseer.
What are you doing?
Sima Lie gave a cold shout.
"No, I didn't do anything!"
The foreman quickly shook his head.
However, Sima Lie sneered, "Do you really think I didn't see this? You scoundrel, how dare you insult a former court official like this? You're courting death!"
After saying this, Sima Lie kicked the overseer in the chest.
The foreman screamed and fell twice on the ground, but he didn't dare to complain at all. He quickly got up and knelt down again.
"Your Excellency, I will never dare to do it again. Please spare my life!"
The foreman trembled and begged for mercy in a pitiful voice.
"snort!"
Sima Lie snorted coldly, then stopped looking at him and hurriedly walked to Wen Dashou, reaching out his hands to help him up.
"Lord Wen has suffered!"
Sima Lie looked at him with concern.
Wen Dashou was so moved that his lips trembled and his tiger-like eyes turned red.
"Prime Minister... Your Excellency, you... You actually still remember me!?"
Wen Dashou looked at Sima Lie with a deeply moved expression.
Sima Lie sighed.
"Alas, I know that Lord Wen is a loyal minister of the country. The reason he has fallen to this state is all due to the harm done by treacherous officials. Unfortunately, His Majesty is now... Alas, I am ashamed that I cannot save Lord Wen!"
Sima Lie shook his head after he finished speaking.
In just a few words, he had already shifted all the blame for Wen Dashou's current misfortunes onto Qin Yu and Li Dingbang.
Wen Dashou also showed an indignant expression at this moment.
"Hmph, it's true what they say, you only see people's true colors in times of trouble. I used to admire Li Dingbang so much, but after I got into trouble, that old dog didn't listen to my explanation at all and just threw me into prison. And that tyrannical emperor is even worse..."
Before Wen Dashou could finish speaking, Sima Lie quickly pulled him back.
"Lord Wen, please be careful with your words."
Upon hearing Sima Lie's reminder, Wen Dashou finally shut up.
Sima Lie then turned to look at his subordinates behind him.
"Someone, bring me my food and give it to Lord Wen."
Upon hearing his words, the subordinate couldn't help but look troubled.
"Your Excellency, you haven't even had breakfast yet today, this..."
However, upon hearing this, Sima Lie immediately snorted coldly.
"Just do what I tell you to do. Stop nagging. Besides, there's plenty of food right here."
Seeing his anger, the subordinate hurriedly went to fetch his food box.
Upon seeing the exquisite dishes in the food box, Wen Dashou swallowed hard, but still hurriedly bowed and declined.
"Your Excellency, I am now nothing more than a prisoner; how can I accept your food?"
Seeing that Wen Dashou refused, Sima Lie forcefully stuffed the food box into his hands.
"Lord Wen, please don't refuse anymore. I am already ashamed that I cannot clear your name. What is a mere meal?"
After hearing what he said, Wen Dashou finally chose to accept it.
"Then I thank the Prime Minister for his kindness."
Wen Dashou's face was full of gratitude.
Upon seeing this, Sima Lie smiled.
He gave the food to Wen Dashou, but ate the porridge and steamed buns meant for prisoners himself.
His actions deeply moved Wen Dashou.
Seeing that the groundwork had been laid, Sima Lie forced himself to swallow the porridge in his mouth while suppressing his nausea, and gave Zhu Fei a look.
Zhu Fei nodded and stepped back.
After finishing their meal, everyone returned to their posts.
This time, however, no one dared to mock Wen Dashou anymore, and everyone treated him with great courtesy.
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