Old things in Nancheng

In the autumn of Xingyuan Mansion, the air is filled with the fragrance of sweet-scented osmanthus.Standing on the city wall and looking out, the shallow mountains and hills are layered on top of each other and gently undulating. In the shallow mountains, the bold and clear singing of the local people is faintly heard, mixed with the joy of harvest.Looking into the city, the market is prosperous and business travelers are constantly running. The golden and crisp pears, the sweet and glutinous chestnuts, and the grilled fish with grease make passers-by salivate, and Wang Zimo on the top of the city feels Hungry in the stomach, slurping the mouth.

The sun was high, and the prisoners in the prison camp on the city wall were all shirtless, their muscles tangled, and they piled large stones on the gaps in the city wall, and rammed them firmly with clay.The stones were so huge that they were mined from the mountains, and even a few men couldn't move them, but the whips from the messengers hit their shiny backs from time to time. The prisoners complained, but no one sympathized with them.

Jiang Shangpei was also on the list of supervisors. Although he was a literati, he had a certain degree of research on fortifications. He kept hitting the already solid city wall with a hammer a few times. reinforcement.

For the literati in the south of the Yangtze River, fighting against the gold and protecting the country is actually just lip service, talking on paper, drinking a few glasses of wine and reciting a few poems, like the angry youths in their teens and 20s in later generations, they criticize the country all day long. Policy, but really let them do something, they can only catch blind.

Jiang Shangpei is not the case. When he was in Yanguan County, he often brought his long-term tenants to open canals and repair storage. Jiang's water conservancy projects are very famous in the local area.When he arrived at Xingyuan Mansion and saw the frequent wars here, Jiang Shangpei quietly studied military books in the camp, hoping to help at critical moments.

Wang Zimo once heard Jiang Shangpei express his ambitions after drinking, and what he admired the most were Wu Jie and Yue Fei, two great men galloping on the battlefield, shrouded in horse leather, how strong they are!It's a pity that he is a mere literati with no power to restrain a chicken, and now he is wearing a sinful body. He can only waste his years in this prison camp. It is the greatest regret in life that he cannot serve the country at the top and be filial to his parents at the bottom.

Wang Zimo doesn't have the sincerity of a child like Jiang Shangpei, but she understands that under the collapse of the nest, there is a reason for the end of the eggs, so when she was sent to the city to be responsible for supervising food, Wang Zimo also showed her true skills and tried her best. To provide relatively better food for the prisoners, of course, this job is familiar to her. When she was serving corvee in Yanguan County, she did this job.

"Brother Jiang, lunch is here, let everyone have a rest." Wang Zimo led a group of people to deliver the food to the city.

"Sure, I'll talk to the messenger." Jiang Shangpei nodded when he saw that the prisoners who had been exhausted all morning could no longer do anything.

Wielding his whip, the messenger asked the prisoners to line up to get their lunch one by one. Today's lunch was a bowl of clear porridge with few grains of rice, plus a small black-faced steamed bun.

The faces of the prisoners turned dark when they saw the food getting worse day by day, but the group of prison guards next to them kept them under strict supervision, so they could only swallow their anger.To be honest, the food on the top of the city is much better than that in the prison, but the work on the top of the city is also much harder than in the prison. With such a meal, they can't even eat enough to fill their stomachs, so how can they have the strength to work.

It has been ten days since the city wall was built, during which several prisoners died, some were exhausted, some fell from the city wall and fell to their death due to starvation. If this continues, more people will die.

"My dear brother, your heart is too dark. They are already suffering enough, so they can't give them a full meal!" Jiang Shangpei couldn't help complaining when he found the porridge in the cauldron that looked like boiled water.

"Brother, what can I do, I still managed to get these, otherwise, they wouldn't even be able to drink a bowl of porridge." Wang Zimo said with a bitter face.

"Didn't the minister of the official camp allocate some rice grain on purpose?" Jiang Shangpei worked as a clerk in the official camp and had seen the official document approving the grain.

"Brother, to tell you the truth, the official and camp minister allocated high-quality white rice, but when I went to the granary to settle the bill, all I saw was old and rotten rice mixed with sand. The superiors secretly confessed, and this matter cannot be revealed. Brother, don't ask any more questions, and be careful not to cause trouble." Wang Zimo said in a low voice.

As soon as Jiang Shangpei heard it, he knew that he had a picture.Now that the war is imminent, the rice and grain from the south have not yet arrived. The army is dispatched here, and the food and payment preparations are extremely tight. Whichever general does not desperately collect money and save food, who cares about the life and death of the prisoners in the prison camp.

The reason why the official camp asked Wang Zimo to supervise the grain was naturally because of her ability, and also because she was young, soft-tempered, and easy to control. Now is a critical moment, and there is no room for mistakes.

"Brother, are you hungry, let's go eat."

There are three dials for eating on the top of the city.One group is hard-working coolies, one group is small prisoners, and the other group is high-ranking lovers like Wang Zimo.No one cares about coolie prisoners. They eat what they give, and so what if they don’t. They have no human rights and no dignity.Wang Zimo asked the kitchen to cook the meals for the small prisoners. There were fish and meat, vegetables and soup, and some wine was prepared for each of them. The overflowing aroma spread out, and the coolies were so greedy that their eyes watered. Green, but you can't eat it.

The meals for the high-ranking prisoners are also prepared separately in the kitchen. Seven or eight people fit into a table. Although it is not as good as the small prisons, it is much better than the coolies. There is enough white rice, pork is added to the dishes, and a bowl of pickles Soup, sour and refreshing and appetizing.

Jiang Shangpei was angry, and was in a daze with a bowl full of white rice. Wang Zimo gave him a piece of meat. Who would have thought that Jiang Shangpei would get up suddenly, walk to the cauldron and pour his rice into the porridge. They scrambled forward to ask for porridge, for fear that the porridge would be scooped up in the middle of the night.

Wang Zimo and several other high-ranking prisoners looked at each other, and got up to distribute his food to the coolies, but there was a sound of whips in his ears, and he saw the messenger with the prisoner, frantically beating to grab the porridge coolie.The whip was whipped densely and fiercely, and it was even more terrifying than what Prince Mo saw when he first entered the camp. The coolies kept howling and screaming after being whipped, and there were a few strong men like leaders who couldn't stand it any longer. The cowardice given by the messengers gathered a large number of coolies and shook their fists at the messengers.

"This group of dog slaves, who eat and drink hot food, treat us like dogs. Brothers, we dignified men, why should we suffer from this uselessness, touch our own hearts, if there is still a trace of manly blood, we will follow They fought!"

"Fight it! Anyway, it's a death. If you kill one, you will get your money back, and if you kill two, you will earn!"

"You gang of thieves with the army, dare to rebel, beat me hard!"

All of a sudden, the city wall became a mess, and both sides fought desperately.The coolies were so numerous that they gradually became overwhelmed and were made dumplings by the coolies.

Wang Zimo's face turned pale with fright, because some coolies had already rushed towards them. Those senior prisoners rushed past them like a gust of wind, and frantically grabbed the food with their hands. The bowl of rice that Wang Zimo held in his hand , was also snatched away by a strong man.

This is not the scariest thing yet. The cooks who cook are convict women in the prison camp. They were transferred by Wang Zimo to live a good life for a few days. Now it may not be that this job is a fat one. Some of them are not afraid of death. The prisoner, who ate and drank a lot, then pulled the cook with red eyes, actually wanted to do that lewd and lowly thing in broad daylight!

"Everyone stop fighting, everyone stop!"

Wang Zimo yelled at the top of his voice, but no one listened to her, those who beat people beat people, those who robbed food robbed food, those who ravaged and ravaged flower girls were still ravaging and ravaging flower girls, there were riots everywhere in the city of prisoners were venting years of pent-up anger.Prince Mo stood there without even a place to hide. Only then did she realize that although these prisoners were oppressed by the small prison guards assigned to them, there were many of them who were extremely vicious. The blood and lives of good people, how many families have been ruined because of them.

However, it was too late, and Wang Zimo couldn't care about the chaotic situation, because there was already a strong man in front of her, staring at her with lewd eyes. I've seen it before, when those strong men looked at the cook just now, it was this kind of look!

There are only a few cooks, how can there be enough for the coolies, and a delicate and weak person like Wang Zimo is like the rabbit in the attic that the prisoners say, they have been holding back for too long, the rabbit will naturally It suits their taste very well, and some people even think that Mr. Rabbit excites them more than Mrs. Flower.

In just a few breaths, Wang Zimo was already stared at by three strong men. They were smiling lewdly and rubbing their palms together, approaching Wang Zimo step by step.Their distorted psychology makes them realize that it is really a joyful thing to play with their prey slowly and see the scared expression of the prey.And what they want is not only psychological satisfaction, but also physical satisfaction!

A strong man yelled, and threw himself at Wang Zimo with his arms outstretched. Wang Zimo squatted down reflexively, and slipped out from under the creaking nest of the strong man by virtue of his small stature.She got up quickly, no time to discern the direction, just ran with all her strength.Seeing that Wang Zimo had run away, the other two strong men howled and ran after him.

The strong man had long hands and long feet, and within three or four steps, he grabbed Wang Zimo by the collar. Wang Zimo was suddenly dragged to the ground and hit a stone, and instantly felt a sharp pain in his arm. The crisp sound of bone cracking caused Wang Zimo to burst into tears.

The three strong men quickly surrounded Wang Zimo, and her pitiful and trembling appearance made them even more excited.

"You escape, why don't you escape, haha..."

Wang Zimo looked at the three ferocious faces. At this moment, there was only despair in her heart. How much she wished that she was a man now. Maybe she would still be insulted by these people, but at least she didn't have to worry about her life.However, the fact is that it is not.

For this man's identity, she has endured countless hardships over the years. The most difficult time was when the people in the village misunderstood that she had committed adultery with Lin Zhilan, which caused Lin Zhilan to become pregnant out of marriage and almost drowned in a pig cage to her death.But right now, as long as these people rush over, as long as they tear off her clothes, this secret that has been concealed for more than ten years will be exposed to the eyes of the world.

She will be deprived of her innocence by these strong men, and she will even die because of her identity being exposed!

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