Chapter 990

Fu ziyong doesn't fight with Mr. Li. Instead, he starts to fight people who say bad things about Fu's family!

Those people are in a line. They are not afraid of Fu ziyong. They start with them directly!

Fu ziyao and Fu Zilan didn't like to move, but now they can only help Fu ziyong to argue with others.

At the end of the day, Fu's family and other people held a group. They actually cut out two places in the originally narrow cell. It seems that everyone thinks that as long as they keep a distance from Fu's family, or even fall out, that Lord Liu and the third prince can see that the first one is Fu's family and let them go.

In the face of survival, dignity and principles are worthless.

The farce lasted till morning, exhausted all night, and the one who should sleep finally went to sleep.

At noon, Mr. Liu appeared again.

"Open the door."

Liu Wei said, and began to look at the changes in the prison room.

It's kind of like going to jail.

Liu Wei turned her head and looked at simaxi beside her. She asked, "master Sima, do prisoners in the prison work every day?"

Simaxi lowered his head and said, "yes."

"What kind of work? What's the point? "

"The women made cloth and embroidered flowers, while the men did not pay attention to farming. When they were working, they were consistent with the farmers outside."

"Where is the ground, far away?"

"Just behind the yamen, not far away."

Liu Wei looked at the man in prison and smiled, "I hear you. Come out."

Don't talk about farming. These young men have lived for half their lives. They have never seen anything before.

So when they were taken to the fields behind the yamen, they saw that other prisoners were busy and loose, and all of them were ignorant. The guards of

watched them divide their spades and shovels, and judged their injuries, loosening the ground, damaging the heavy ones and shovel the excrement.

Yang Min can take a pen, take a shovel, but never took it. When he was holding a dry wooden handle, he began to feel that his palm was very nervous. But what can.

do?

Bear it!

Yang Min can't do it at all. He looks at how others do it and gropes for it.

When someone has hoed a field, he can't be too slow. At last, the jailer comes straight to him, fans at his feet with a whip, and scolds him, "hurry up, do you want to eat?"

Yang Min shrinks his neck, his face endures, and he has to add a gravity path to speed up his speed and continue to turn the ground.

Liu Sui, on the other hand, hoed the land very well. Maybe he had a lot of strength. After hoeing his own field, he quietly came to help Yang min. Yang Min was very happy. As a result, Liu Sui was called away. The jailer said that he was so idle that he could hoe another piece. Anyway, he had nothing to do.

Liu Sui was dragged away and looked back at Yang min.

Yang Min's heart is as dead as ashes. He can only do his own work and try to have lunch today.

The people who hoe the land are all well behaved. Although they are hard and tired, they have a thorough nose.

It's not good for those who dig excrement. One by one, they are seriously injured. Once they smell the smell of excrement, several people directly vomit. After vomit, they don't wash their mouths. Let them go on and dig three barrels. The morning's work is over.

In fact, there are not many three barrels. The average person can dig one barrel for a long time.

But these young men are just digging a shovel, they have to vomit twice, dawdle, and there is still pain. Before lunch, none of them finish the task.

There's no way. We have to continue. When will we finish and when will we have dinner.

Yang Min ate on time, with thick steamed bread and hot porridge. There are only two kinds of things. This kind of thing can't be touched in daily life. At this moment, it's delicious.

Liu Sui has a big appetite. After eating his own, he stares at Yang Min's bowl: "I remember you don't like steamed bread."

Yang Minli doesn't care about him. It's one thing whether he likes eating or not. It's another thing whether he's hungry or not. Now the steamed bread is in his mouth, which is much better than delicacies.

Liu Sui could not see what he could not eat, so he sat there, dazed, saying that it was, but his eyes were still fixed on other people in the distance.

They are all rich in clothes and good food. They grow up with thousands of care. Who has ever suffered from this? Only yesterday, I was beaten all over the body. Today, I have to do this kind of physical work. I can't stand it. I am already pale, gasping and teetering.

Liu Sui pushed Yang Min and asked, "you said yesterday that the young master Zhang was not dead. Since he was not dead, why did they tell us that he was dead?"

Yang Min took a look at him, swallowed the last mouthful of steamed bread, and looked at Liu adult who was watching their work in the distance.

Mr. Liu is sitting in the shed, eating the fruit from the bottom and reading an idle book at the same time.

"To torture us better." Yang Min said slowly: "the so-called pulling one hair and moving the whole body, the death of Mr. Zhang, among us, has played an important role. Think about it, if Mr. Zhang is not dead, how could Fu ziyong argue with other people last night? At the end of the argument, why did you tear your face so open? After all, everyone is afraid of death. They are afraid to follow Mr. Zhang's example. Once people are sensitive, their morale will fall. Everyone is suspicious. At the end of the day, we will be scattered and the fishermen will benefit. " When it comes to the word "Fisherman", Yang Min's eyes catch the sight of Master Liu again.Liu Sui heard about it, and some of them were angry: "this is to play with us as dogs in the cage?"

"Dogs?" "I think we are not even as good as dogs," Yang Min said with a wry smile

Liu Sui choked and thought it was true.

Yang Min finished the last mouthful of hot porridge and said, "I guess there will be more accidents today."

"What? What's going on? What's going on? We all began to hoe the earth and dig the dung. What else did Liu want? "

Yang Min shook his head. "It's not Liu." After a pause, he changed his tune: "it shouldn't be."

Liu Sui is a little fidgety. "You should make it clear. Don't let me guess."

Yang Min glared at him and pointed to the person digging the dung.

And sure enough, just after a while, something really happened.

Fu ziyong fainted.

Fu's family is now unpopular, but Fu ziyong was seriously injured yesterday. Today, he is arranged to dig dung.

The so-called skinny camel is bigger than a horse, and Fu ziyong is stronger than any other literate young man. In the morning, he was the first one who finished eating. Liu Sui noticed that there were several people staring at him in the dark.

In the afternoon, Fu ziyong didn't make any trouble. He was as diligent as in the morning. It seemed normal. However, several people deliberately shoveled the excrement on his feet.

Fu ziyong was angry, but he was suppressed by the guards. His face was red and scarred. At last, he could only hold his breath and continue to work.

But for the second time, someone overturned the bucket of dung he had been shoveling hard. He worked hard for half an hour and paid for it.

This time, Fu ziyong is really furious. No one can pull it. He has to fight with those people!

The fight hasn't been fought yet, just push twice, and people suddenly fainted.

The first thing that caused his dizziness was Fu ziyao and Fu Zilan.

One by one, they supported Fu ziyong, red necked, theorized with others, and shouted to find Lord Liu!