Farming and Reclaiming Wasteland, I Pampered Hou Ye In Ancient Times

Jiang Xinyan and his wife wanted to rest in place, and they wanted to go to the space to sow rice!

With torches on their way, how could they have a chance to enter the space!

However, both husband and wife knew that the officials asked the prisoners, and although they did not know what it meant, they would definitely not adopt it.

They won't be in the limelight now, lying in the sill and loading up the waste.

The wretched uncle, father and son, their faces were full of struggle, pain, hope, and anger.

They tried to drive with torches, but were too tired to lift their feet.

If they don’t hurry, they have to go hungry for another day. They have money and live on this sparsely populated official road.

Even if you have money, you can't buy food, "Let's support traveling overnight."

Jin Niang was so hungry that she rushed on with a torch, so how could her daughter-in-law's people give her food!

"Uuuuuuuu, I can't walk anymore, I have to rest in place."

The people in the Chu family's big room and the second room were all shouting to rest in place.

The other criminals were also tangled, shouting with money, holding torches and rushing on their way.

The prisoners who had no money also called to rest in place, and they were always hungry wherever they went.

They were numb, and they followed the group like walking dead.

The officers asked the prisoners for their opinions, just to give them courage, not to take the prisoners' opinions.

Since there are some people in the prison team who say that they are on their way overnight, then let's go.

Although officials and officials have dried buns to eat, they will not starve. How can this dried buns taste delicious from hot food!

They all miss the hot baths at the inn very much, as well as hot meals and dishes.

The master of Jinyiwei passed by a place to eat during the day, and flew over to eat and drink.

They are so light on merit and high salaries, unlike officials who only have three-legged cat kung fu, their monthly money is low, and they are reluctant to eat.

Jinyiwei masters are like the current "civil servants" iron jobs, and most of the officials are temporary "assistant police" workers.

Of course, the officials headed by the officials are also iron rice bowls, but their iron rice bowls are not as powerful as Jin Yiwei.

Therefore, they also want to save money. In the end, the team still marches overnight with torches.

The silent night, the autumn wind is bleak, and the clothes wet with sweat during the day are blown by the autumn wind, which is extraordinarily cold.

The concubines of the third room will change out of wet clothes when it is dark, and they will not be cold in the sun during the day.

I had never encountered this before, rushing all night in wet clothes, the concubines couldn't stand it and cried aloud.

The officer in charge of the official messenger set a torch and followed the cry, mother! That hot body that arches forward and back.

It has been several days since they left the mother-in-law, "Little lady, stop crying, brother, let's go with you!"

Some of the concubines were tempted, but they didn't dare to agree, their husbands would beat them badly.

Some favored concubines will also scold back: "Go away, my husband will beat you."

"Hehe! Come and beat me!" A team leader of the official messenger walked up to Chu San to provoke him.

At this time, the wretched third uncle has no privileges or advantages at all except like the rich prisoners.

He glared at his concubine, "The official is joking, those stinky girls are babbling."

"Little girls, your husband said that if you can't walk, let your brother carry you on your back. Brother still has steamed buns to eat."

A concubine who was not allowed to be lewd and favored walked over, and in front of the official, she was really hungry.

Someone is carrying her, and there are buns to eat, so she can't care so much.

After a while, there was a sound that was not suitable for children, which was particularly provocative in this silent night...