The pork butcher is smoother than a pig butcher!

Chapter 12 Embarrassed
As soon as Prefect Zhao reached the entrance of the yamen, he felt as if his legs weighed a ton.

Civil uprising?

He really has to go home and eat his own food!

Who knows, he might end up going to the border town to eat sand with the Zuo family.

He's also someone who's willing to go all out.

The gates of the government office opened.

With a thud, he knelt down in front of the old lady of the Yu family who was lying on the ground:
"Grandma! We are deeply saddened by the death of Warden Yu! Our Daming Prefecture has lost a good warden. We have been unable to eat or sleep for the past two days."

It's such a pity about that young man, Yu Er! A ​​place like a dungeon, let alone a suicide squad, not even a fly could get in. How did the murderer target him?"

His voice was loud and powerful, and the people heard it clearly.

They couldn't help but whisper among themselves:
"What's going on? Isn't his son a prison guard? How come he's locked up in the dungeon?"

"Oh dear, a century-old family must have some ways to protect themselves! I just don't know how this jailer Yu offended the Zuo family."

"Isn't the Zuo family going to be exiled to the border town today? What exactly are they trying to achieve by causing all this trouble?"

"I don't know what the Zuo family is after, but I can roughly figure out what the Yu family is after!"

"I don't care about anything else, but anyone who commits the crime of 'aiding the enemy' is definitely not a good person!"

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No matter how indignant the people in front of the government office were.

Regardless of how big a fuss the Yu family made.

Without conclusive evidence, the prefect cannot disregard human life.

Moreover, the emperor's decree is of paramount importance!

The imperial court decided long ago when the exiled prisoners would set off.

Even if it's raining knives from the sky, we can't delay our departure.

Prefect Zhao solemnly handed the departure order to the seventy-four escorting officials drawn from various county offices.

The prison gates slowly opened.

The summer morning sun shines warmly on people's faces.

The people who had just walked out of the prison were all somewhat dazed.

So this is how precious freedom is!
The past four days and four nights felt like forty years in hell.

Before everyone could even take a few breaths of fresh air...

A crisp "snap" sounded.

A rotten egg shattered the peace.

Followed by.

Countless rotten fish, shrimp, vegetable leaves, and swill flew towards them.

The first targets of those people were the men who wore wooden shackles around their necks and had their hands and feet chained.

It happened suddenly and without warning.

Flowers bloomed on everyone's head and body.

After Gan Minglan and other young women appeared, the shrew from Prisoner Yu's house became even more excited.

She waved the long-handled spoon in her hand, frantically scooping golden juice from a wooden bucket.

"crash"

"what"

"vomit"

Distracted, the young mistress, Madam Lü, was a beat slow to react and was drenched head-on.

After seeing clearly what had been poured on her, she could no longer hold back and lunged at the shrew who had splashed her, ready to fight her to the death.

The constables covered their noses and quickly stopped her, not daring to let these prisoners fight each other.

They even forcibly set up an isolation zone.

This slight pull makes it easier for She-Ya-Sha and the others to launch physical attacks.

For a while.

The air outside the prison's back gate was filled with the smell of green manure being applied collectively by the village.

It's still the kind that hasn't been fermented.

Even Gan Minglan, who always thought zombies were the smelliest creatures, had to admit defeat. She dodged left and right, looking quite disheveled.

Thinking in my mind:

She killed the head of the household and his son; she deserves the blame for this biological weapon attack!

This spectacle terrified the elderly and children who were the last to emerge.

The little boy, about the same age as Fatty, didn't understand what exile was.

All I knew was that I had walked out of that dark and gloomy prison.

Before I could even feel happy, I witnessed the wickedness of human nature.

Gan Hongzhen and Gan Mingfu were squeezed into the crowd.

Seeing the suffering her daughter/sister endured, her eyes welled up with tears.

Gan Hongzhen's eyes were as big as copper bells, his lips under his thick beard were tightly pursed, and his fists were hard.

"Father, calm down! The prefect has already signed the decree, and we no longer have a chance to get my brother-in-law to write a letter of divorce! We need to prepare some things for my sister's journey before they leave the city."

"Yes, yes, yes! Look at me, my brain is all mush. Ah Fu, Dad brought all the banknotes from home. Just see what your sister needs and go get it for her!"

Since the situation is hopeless, we still need to make some arrangements for our daughter.

The father and son discussed it in hushed tones for a while, then went their separate ways.

Meanwhile, on this side...

The people finally finished throwing away all the trash they had in their hands.

Seeing how pitifully the elderly, women, and children were crying, he reluctantly stopped.

The chubby boy, with a few rotten vegetable leaves on his head, finally burst out with pent-up grievances when he saw his mother.

Pointing at the passerby who threw rotten vegetable leaves at him, he yelled in a cute but fierce tone:

"Mommy, Mommy, they're bullying Fatty! You have to beat them up!"

Back then, Fatty was a notorious tyrant in Leyuan County.

If anyone bullies him, just mention his mother's famous name, "Pork Beauty".

Whether it's a street thug or a mischievous kid, who wouldn't be afraid?
He knew from a young age that his mother was his support.

He has never truly been afraid of anyone!
These past few days of unpleasant experiences made Fatty feel increasingly wronged.

The child cried as he complained, and almost stopped breathing.

Gan Minglan looked at his small, twitching body and felt a strange pang of pain in her heart.

All I want to do is hold this chubby little guy in my arms and comfort him.

He patted the back in the original owner's voice:
"Don't cry, Fatty, don't cry, Mommy will help you beat the bad guys!"

The little voice paused mid-sob, then, remembering something, quickly tried to dissuade her:
"Mom, Fatty, take back what you just said! Don't hit anyone! There are so many of them, they might knock you out! If you don't wake up, I won't have a mother anymore!"

What brand is this little angel?
Hearing this, Gan Minglan's heart softened.

The little one buried his face in her shoulder, nuzzling against her repeatedly.

"Mom, you must live well. There will be plenty of opportunities to help Fatty fight bad guys in the future."

"When you turn five, Mom will teach you how to kill pigs! Once you've learned to catch pigs and use a knife, you'll never be afraid of being bullied by bad people again!"

"Mother, are you so old that you can't beat bad guys anymore?"

"If you encounter bad people bullying you, wouldn't it be more satisfying to fight back yourself?"

"You...you're not my mom!"

Fatty struggled to get down from his mother's arms.

With her hands on her chubby waist, she glared at him with her dark, lychee-like eyes and accused him.

Without saying a word, Gan Minglan imitated the original owner's old habit of stroking the short hair under his bowl cut.

The people of Daming Prefecture liked to shave the heads of boys under the age of ten.

Fatty was a thoughtful kid who absolutely refused to shave his head.

His bowl cut was his last act of defiance.

After his fur was stroked and soothed, he grinned again.

Mother is still the same mother.

It seems different yet!
She laughed and pleaded, "Mom, Mom, even when you're seventy or eighty, you still have to help me fight the bad guys!"

(End of this chapter)