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Chapter 187 hunger strike
Mu Qinghong couldn't move, her eyes widened in horror, and her mouth could still scream.

The officer on the side frowned impatiently, took the rag on the side and stuffed it into her mouth, completely blocking Mu Qinghong's screams.

These tattooing officers are responsible for tattooing a large number of exiled prisoners every year. The most annoying ones are the prisoners who are disobedient and struggle randomly.

Now that she was getting angry, the tattoo official was very neat and did not coddle her at all. He directly tattooed a big word "sin" on the side of Mu Qinghong's fair cheek.

Mu Qinghong's eyes widened and she shed tears as she endured the long and painful torture. Finally, she finally got to the end of the tattooing process and was roughly pushed out of the tattooing room by the officer.

She covered the burning tattoo area, cried and shouted, and ran straight to the inn.

It’s over!It’s over!It's all over, she must be disfigured!They all deserve to die!
As soon as Mu Qinghong returned to the inn, she covered most of her face and ran into the room in panic, fearing that others would see the big tattoo on her face.

When she returned to the room, she walked straight to the only blurry bronze mirror in the room, stood there, and carefully opened her hand.

In an instant, Mu Qinghong's eyes widened and she screamed in horror, staring at the tattoo on half of her face in disbelief.

Such a large tattoo is clearly carved on one side of the cheek, which is extremely eye-catching.

Mu Qinghong's loud scream immediately attracted Mrs. Zhang's attention outside. Ms. Zhang patted the door panel worriedly, hurriedly pushed the door open with one hand and rushed in: "Hong'er! Hong'er, what are you doing? Already!?"

As soon as she saw Mrs. Zhang barging in, Mu Qinghong screamed louder and louder, turned around in a panic, away from the bronze mirror, and shouted: "Mom! Don't come here!"

Ms. Zhang didn’t know what happened to her youngest daughter. She had just gotten back from having her face tattooed, and because she cooperated well, she only had a small tattoo on her face.

She and Mu Qinghong were divided into two groups to get tattoos, so it was unclear how Mu Qinghong was treated.

"Okay, okay, Mom can't come over, what's wrong with you, tell Mom."

"Mom..." Mu Qinghong whimpered and threw herself into Mrs. Zhang's arms, crying loudly. She kept covering half of her face with one hand, refusing to let go no matter what.

Only then did Mrs. Zhang understand, and could only comfort her softly: "Hong'er, it's okay, everyone has tattoos, and everyone is the same."

"It's different!" Mu Qinghong gritted her teeth and retorted angrily, shouting loudly: "I am the cousin of Zhizhou Prefecture! How dare they do this to me, my grandfather will not let them go!"

"Silly boy..." Ms. Zhang sighed helplessly. She understood better than her stupid and naive little daughter that her father had already abandoned their mother and daughter. How could he come back to help them vent their anger?
In a place like Yuecheng, mother and daughter can only rely on each other to survive, and there is no other way.

From below came the shouts of officials distributing food. Mrs. Zhang persuaded her, took out a long scarf from her bag, wrapped it around half of Mu Qinghong's face, and then pulled her outside.

They are not in a good position now. If they don't catch up with food, they will have to spend the night hungry.

Mu Qinghong was reluctantly pulled out by Zhang, holding the long scarf on her face with one hand, for fear of being seen by others.At this time, it was time to distribute food. All the prisoners were sitting around on the first floor of the inn, waiting for the officials to distribute food.

Today's meal was not bad. To celebrate that they finally arrived at the penal colony, they had gone through a lot of hardships along the way. Now every prisoner could get a steamed bun with some meat in it.

The aroma of steamed buns filled the surroundings, and the prisoners were all so greedy that they all held the steamed buns in their hands and ate them happily.

Mu Qinghong was not interested in the steamed bun at all. He glanced around suspiciously and cautiously. He suddenly stopped and froze on the spot in shock. He covered his face with the scarf even harder. .

She was so busy rushing back to the room that she didn't notice the tattoos on other people's faces for a while. Now she took a closer look and realized that most of the tattoos on people's faces were just inconspicuous ones. Small characters, some even tattooed in places where they can’t be seen at all.

Only she...only she carved such a big word!How will she see anyone in the future?
Mu Qinghong was almost crying. She wiped away her tears and pressed the long scarf on her face tightly. She glared angrily at Mrs. Zhang beside her and cried out, "Mom! You lied to me!"

Zhang had no choice but to get two steamed buns from the official servant first, and coaxed her to eat in a good voice.

"Hong'er... don't be angry. It's important to eat your fill first. Look, there are meat buns to eat today!"

Mu Qinghong, however, refused to give up. She cried and shouted that she wanted to go on a hunger strike. She buried herself in Zhang's arms and cried non-stop.

"I'm not alive anymore! What can I eat! I want to go on a hunger strike! How can I see anyone in the future with such a ghost? Just let me die!"

Even with her head lowered, she did not dare to let go of her hand. If others saw such a large tattoo, she would cry to death here.

"I am the cousin of the governor of Tongzhou! Why should I suffer this kind of injustice here! I'm done, my face is like this, what will I do in the future!"

Mu Qinghong was still wailing not far away, which made people feel very upset.

When Ruan He just came over, he saw the big tattoo on Mu Qinghong's face. He naturally laughed and said with a chill in his mouth, half admonishing and half mocking: "You have already arrived in a place like Yuecheng, here. Half of the people are from exile, no one looks at your face, and no one cares about your identity, and it is of no use, so it is more realistic to be more diligent and eat more steamed buns when the time comes."

Mu Qinghong seemed to be stepped on by her words, and immediately exploded. He glared in anger and stared at Ruan He fiercely, wishing to kill her on the spot!
"Shut up! It's none of your business!"

She only dared to threaten her. After all, this woman was very scary, fierce and ruthless, and she couldn't afford to offend her.

"I'm just sighing. What are you in a hurry for?" Ruan He chuckled and stared at her for no apparent reason. His smiling eyes seemed to treat her like a clown. Mu Qinghong became even more angry and almost raised her head. Get started and hit him.

She thought of the tattoo on her face again, and quickly covered it with both hands, which meant that there was no 300 taels of silver in this place.

Originally, everyone had tattoos, and no one cared about the tattoos on her face. Now that she covered her face like this, it attracted other people's attention.

(End of this chapter)