Chapter 663: Little milk buns! (Four more) (1/2)
Chapter 663 The wicked little bun! (Four more)
Gu Jiao suspected that she was wrong. How could she see Gu Chengfeng here?
Mu Qingchen closed her eyes and opened her eyes and looked at Gu Jiao puzzledly.
However, the group of people had already turned a corner and went in the opposite direction.
Mu Qingchen asked: ”What are you looking at?”
Gu Jiao sat back in her seat: ”I seem to see someone I know.”
Mu Qingchen looked at the group of people outside the window and looked at Gu Jiao deeply and said, ”Do you know the Han family or the slaves?”
Gu Jiao was slightly startled: ”Slavery?”
Mu Qingchen looked at her and said, ”Did you admit it wrong?”
Gu Jiao put down the window: ”Maybe I was wrong.”
Gu Chengfeng could not come to Yan, let alone become a slave.
……
There is a vein at the foot of Dongshan Ridge in the outer city of Shengdu, which is mined by the Han family.
A few days ago, there was a small accident in the mine, and a batch of jailers died. The Han family kept buying a batch of new jailers.
Most of these servitudes are subordinates who have been stamped as slaves. There are poor people in the Yan Kingdom, prisoners who have been severely sentenced, and strong men who have been trafficked from the black market.
The team stopped at the mine’s checkpoint. The guards looked at the conscripts **** by the rope, and tweeted in disgust, “These conscripts don’t seem to be very useful, there are few strong ones.”
An official riding on a horse said: “The market is not good now, if you have it, it’s not bad. Let’s make a living and use it.”
The guard said: ”Okay, go to work, wait!”
The official clerk smiled: ”You still go to work so late, are you afraid that something will happen again?”
The guard smiled helplessly: ”What can I do if the above commanded you?”
said helpless words on his mouth, but his expression was clearly indifferent.
Also, a group of lowly conscripts, who cares about their life and death?
A group of people entered the mine, and several officials found an open space and let them rest in place.
It's not that they are sympathetic to them, but that they have traveled a long way. They are already very tired and must rest and eat to resume their physical work.
Everyone sat down directly on the ground.
Gu Chengfeng sat at the back, looking inconspicuous.
He is not like a family prince in the Zhao Kingdom.
Not long after someone brought the porridge and steamed buns, the servants swarmed.
”Stand up! Stand up! Don't move!”
The food distribution officer came over with a whip, and everyone was honest.
One bowl of porridge per person and two steamed buns.
When it was Gu Chengfeng's turn, only half a steamed bun was left.
Gu Chengfeng did not speak, took the porridge bowl and the hard buns, and ate it with big mouthfuls.
After being hungry several times, he already knew that if he didn't eat fast enough, he would only be hungry until the next meal.
Sure enough, after eating half of the steamed bun in his hand, the officials urged them to enter the mine.
”Official man, can you stutter again? Can't eat enough... I don't have enough energy to work...”
A convict who is over fifty years old handed over and pleaded.
The official almost hit him with a whip, causing him to roll to the ground: ”Now I have strength!”
He fell in front of Gu Chengfeng.
If in the past, Gu Chengfeng would definitely help him, but right now, Gu Chengfeng did nothing, just silently bypassed him and followed the team forward.
A group of people enter the mine.
Some ores are on the surface and can be mined directly, while some ores are underground and blind wells need to be dug.
They were sent to dig the well right now, and there were already a few old servants digging.
”Go and get the shovel by yourself!” The officer shouted.
Everyone hurriedly walked over, picked up the shovel on the ground, and started digging wells like the old servants.
Gu Chengfeng also took a shovel and dug it in a decent way.
They dug all into the middle of the night, and everyone was exhausted by dug, and they were taken back to a chase shop to rest without a trace of strength.
Dozens of people crowded in one room, the smell was unpleasant and suffocating.
Gu Chengfeng lay on the wooden board in the corner, with a servant on one side and a dusty wall on the other.
Maybe tired, everyone almost lay down and fell asleep deeply.
The officer locked the room outside after checking the room, then turned around and left.
In the darkness, Gu Chengfeng slowly opened his eyes.
He didn’t come to serve as a servant. Now that Shengdu had arrived, he didn’t need to continue to be among a group of slaves.
He has to think of a way to leave.
While thinking, he turned over, but inadvertently overwhelmed the wound on the outside of his right leg, he gasped.
”Fuck!”
It hurts to brand slaves.
He couldn't help but explode.
……
After Gu Jiao returned to the house, she told the little princess that she was a riding master. After all, it would be more appropriate to tell her family if she wants to go often in the future.
Sister Nan gave Gu Jiaosheng a bowl of corn rib soup: ”Which little princess? Is there a princess in the outer city?”
The princess is a person with status at the first word, and usually lives in the inner city.
”Jun Yanshan's daughter.” Gu Jiao said.
”Mr. Yanshan...” Nan Shiniang felt that this title was familiar, but she had been away from Yan Country for too many years, and she couldn't remember it for a while.
”The monarch's younger brother.” Mr. Meng Lao said casually.
Senior Mother Nan was empowered by Didi, and smiled and said, ”Ah, yes, yes, he is the brother of the monarch, how come I am so familiar.”
Gu Jiaoyi said, ”Does the monarch’s brother have such a small child?”
She remembered that King Ming was the grandson of the prince, that is, the grandson of the monarch. The king of Mingjun looked about the same age as Xiao Heng, and the young master said that he was about the same age as the old man.
Mr. Nan thoughtfully said: ”I don't know this.” She didn't deliberately inquire about the royal family at first, and she had very limited knowledge of the royal family.
Mr. Meng took a sip of the soup, and said indifferently: ”Jun Yanshan is the posthumous child born to the Queen Mother, nearly thirty years younger than the monarch.”
In this way, Gu Jiao understands that Jun Yanshan is the youngest brother of the monarch, and his daughter is the same generation as the prince. Wouldn’t it be that even the Mingjun king had to call out his sister-in-law politely when he saw the little princess?
Gu Jiao suddenly smiled: ”The little guy is quite senior.”
Everyone looked at her with weird faces.
After talking so much, is your focus only on seniority?
That is the daughter of Jun Yanshan, the little princess of the royal family!
said that the companion is like a companion tiger, not to mention the weird Yan Dynasty imperial family, Nan Shiniang is somewhat worried.
Mr. Meng seems to be very knowledgeable, so she asked Mr. Meng, ”Is this gentleman Yanshan easy to get along with?”
If you have a bad temper, I would rather not have this job.
”Mr. Yanshan is nothing.” Mr. Meng said, looking at Gu Jiao, ”You didn't make the little princess cry?”