The pork butcher is smoother than a pig butcher!

Chapter 29 A Woman's Revenge

Zuo Wenjun was so enraged by this barrage of insults that she was practically on the verge of exploding with rage.
"You bitch, you bitch, shut up! Don't think I can't do anything to you, just you wait!"

Mr. Mu continued to laugh wildly.

Suddenly, she said to the men opposite her who had just been flirting with her:

"Brothers, I've wanted to beat this bastard up for ages, but I just don't have the guts. Today, whoever beats him up for me, I'll give him a good beating!"

The biggest man across from them brightened up and quickly replied:
"Oh dear! You all heard the young lady's own promise, I'll take on this beating job today! I'll avenge you, young lady."

Serving them willingly is much more pleasant than being forced; they're not unreasonable people.

Someone else shouted:
"Young lady, what's the point of keeping such a man around? I'm willing to beat him up for you! Where do you want him to suffer? Point to where, and I'll strike."

The others chimed in:
"Oh, it's nothing, young lady. Would you like to fight one-on-one or in a mixed group?"

"Yeah, yeah, we brothers have nothing but our strength!"

Mu laughed even more wildly, and she got up from the ground and stood at the gate of the fence:

"Brothers, don't be in such a hurry. I estimate I'll be staying in this prison for several more days. You can take turns. I can only serve one brother at most each night."

Her words were like a powder keg, instantly enraging the men in the opposite cell.

They've already started fighting over who will be the first to beat up Zuo Wenjun.

Zuo Wenjun was terrified by this display of force.

He started to back down.

And they recognize them extremely quickly.

He no longer cared about whether he had any gold on his knees, and knelt on the ground, starting to slap himself repeatedly.

He slapped himself while begging for mercy.
"My lady, I was wrong, I was wrong! Please, have mercy and let me go."

"clap clap"

"clap clap"

"clap clap"

Just by listening to the sound, you could tell that he used all his strength.

Mu was still laughing, tears streaming down her face.
"Ha! You're wrong now! Too late. Keep hitting me. If you do a good job today, your brothers won't have to lift a finger!"

Hearing him say that, Zuo Wenjun slapped him even harder.

Even after waving his hands until they were exhausted, he still couldn't get Mu to give a satisfactory answer.

Ever since.

He received his first beating after being imprisoned.

His once-proudly handsome face was now completely disfigured.

The prison guards in Cheng'an Prefecture were quite easy to talk to.

The main characteristic is that they are greedy for money.

A small matter like changing a female prisoner's cell only costs two taels of silver.

Zuo Wenjun not only suffered physical abuse, but was also forced to watch a live sex show with her head held down.

Mu knew how to pierce the heart.

While chanting loudly, she also proclaimed to everyone how useless a dog of a man is in bed.

Killing and heartbreaking.

Zuo Wenjun was so angry that she fainted.

Mu was surrounded by admirers in the opposite cell.

The male prisoners only hated that she was delicate and weak-legged; otherwise, they would have wanted to beat Zuo Wenjun three times a day.

The men of the Zuo clan kept their distance from Zuo Wenjun, and no one said a good word for him.

I dare not speak out, nor do I have the ability to stop it.

With her abilities, how could Gan Minglan possibly protect such a scumbag?
He has only himself to swallow the bitter fruit of his own making.

On her first night in the Cheng'an Prefecture prison, the stench of sweat mixed with the smell of urine emanating from the corner successfully made Gan Minglan vomit.

Even using supernatural abilities to soothe it couldn't suppress it.

He vomited violently, making a complete mess of himself.

In short, I tossed and turned all night without closing my eyes.

Early in the morning, she couldn't sit still when she saw prison guards walking in the corridor.

They summoned their leader and asked:
"Is there a cleaner cell? I would like to be locked up alone in a room with my husband and child."

The petty thief who had taken two taels of silver from her shook his head with a grin:
"Young lady, this little bit of silver won't do."

Gan Minglan: "This is the tip for inviting the official to tea. If the prison cell conditions are good, there will naturally be a generous reward."

Upon hearing about the hefty reward, the underling's eyes lit up, and he immediately went to make arrangements for her.

Half an hour later.

She was led to a small cell with one window, which was only five or six square meters in size.

The foreman pushed open the door, pointed to the kang (a heated brick bed) inside the cell, and said smugly:

"This room has the best lighting here. In the past, it was used to imprison the wealthy gentlemen of Cheng'an Prefecture."

If you, young lady, are willing to spend ten taels of silver every day, you can eat whatever we eat!
Hot and cold water are readily available every day, and we'll replace all the mats and other items with a brand new set.

And your old woman will empty the toilet three times a day!

Gan Minglan praised him: "You guys really know how to make money. This private room is indeed quite nice. I'll pay ten taels of silver a day!"

The leader's smile grew even brighter:
"Alright, young lady, just wait here. I'll go and bring your husband and son over right away. It would be wonderful for the three of you to live together as a family."

This small single cell was indeed much more luxurious than the mixed-use cells with only straw.

The best part is that no one has lived there for several months, so there's no smell of sweat or excrement.

Isn't this exactly what she's most afraid of right now?
I can't even think about it; just thinking about it makes me want to vomit.

When Zuo Wenkang heard that he could be locked in a cell alone with Gan Minglan, he would be happy to be moved to the dungeon.

The father and son were quickly taken to a small private room.

Fatty rushed over and hugged his mother's leg, his eyes brimming with tears: "Mom, Fatty got bitten so many times last night."

The poor child, his delicate skin was covered in mosquito bites.

Both of my eyelids were swollen from mosquito bites.

It looks both pitiful and funny.

Gan Minglan: "Then let me blow on it for you first, and then I'll put some saliva on it, and it won't itch anymore in a little while."

Saliva can relieve itching; it's a wisdom passed down from our ancestors.

Zuo Wenkang watched helplessly as his chubby son clung to his mother, and uttered a profound question:
"Why do you feel comfortable wiping your face with your mother's saliva, but not your father's?"

"Hmph, Father's saliva stinks!"

Zuo Wenkang stumbled. That brat!

There's no way he could properly wash up in prison, so isn't it normal for him to have a bit of bad breath?
In front of his wife, this boy completely humiliated him.

The brat had just stepped on his father when he brought his chubby face to his mother's and said, "My mom always smells sweet!"

Gan Minglan: What you said is not wrong!

She brushes her teeth secretly every day, and when it's really inconvenient, she chews mulberry leaves to cleanse her mouth.

Having fresh breath is one of her few obsessions about cleanliness.

Zuo Wenkang was not annoyed by the differential treatment his son received.

Looking at this small kang (heated brick bed), I was overjoyed.

Hmph, the brat can only act like a spoiled child in front of his mother for the next two or three years!
Once he works hard to win favor, Xiangxiang's wife will be his alone!
In seven months, his chubby, fragrant little girl will also be his.

(End of this chapter)