The pork butcher is smoother than a pig butcher!

Chapter 5: Slapping People in the Face!
Gan Minglan stayed in the Divine Tree Space for three hours.

I got back to my cell before dawn.

Before leaving, she had a simple late-night snack in the small kitchen.

In these years since the apocalypse, the supplies stored in the treehouse have long been consumed.

Fortunately, it was in the fifth month of the lunar calendar.

It is the season when colorful silkworms spin their cocoons and mulberries ripen.

She baked two pounds of cumin-flavored silkworm pupae in the oven in the small kitchen, and also picked a small bowl of mulberries.

I managed to eat about half full.

The reason she didn't eat her fill was that she wanted to save room for prison food.

What does prison food taste like?
I've never eaten it.

I'm so curious!

Wait left and wait right.

By the time she had digested half of the food in her stomach, it was already past noon.

Lunch has just been served!
The two women serving the food made quite a lot of noise.

One bangs a gong, the other shouts:
Clang, clang

"Lunch is served! Lunch is served!"

"We're having mixed grain steamed buns today!"

"Old woman, let me make this clear first: if you don't want to eat, we won't force you. This is the only meal provided in the prison of Daming Prefecture!"

"Gulu."

Gan Minglan, who was starving, swallowed hard at the mention of steamed buns.

I haven't eaten this stuff in over ten years!

I'm so anxious!
Before the other women could react, she was the first to rush to the gate.

The longing in her eyes for the mixed-grain steamed buns deeply pleased the old woman who was making them.

The old woman was beaming with pride:
"Look at that! That's a smart person. Even if something terrible happens, he won't let himself go hungry."

His face, full of wrinkles, smiled like a chrysanthemum, and he let the other person grab four dark, mixed-grain steamed buns with both hands.

The four women who had been abused by the jailers last night were still lying in the corner, motionless.

The group that was frightened also lost their appetite.

Given the current situation.

Let alone mixed grain steamed buns, they can't even eat big fish and meat!
Only Gan Minglan remained completely unaffected by the rice.

She held up four large steamed buns to her mouth.

Open the bow left and right.

One bite and a third of it was gone.

Chew, chew, and in just a few bites, the steamed bun in my mouth was swallowed.

Don't tell me yet.

This old flour is mixed with more than half new sorghum flour, and the steamed buns made from it are surprisingly delicious.

Aside from being a little irritating to the throat, there's nothing seriously wrong with it!

The old woman serving the meals was probably seeing a noblewoman from a wealthy family eat a mixed flour bun with such relish for the first time!

Standing in front of the fence, they watched with great interest.

After waiting for a long time, no one else came to collect it.

The old woman simply gave the remaining half basket of mixed grain steamed buns to Gan Minglan.

He even rolled his eyes at the others huddled in the corner:

"Hmph, are you complaining that we didn't treat you well? Let's starve you for three days and see if you'll still eat!"

Gan Minglan lifted her skirt and poured half a basket of steamed buns into it.

She also tore off the two gold earrings from her ears and stuffed them into the old woman's hand.

He whispered to her:

"Auntie, these steamed buns are really chewy. I also have a solid gold bracelet; could you please steam another five hundred for me?"

A solid gold bracelet for five hundred steamed buns made from mixed flour?
Only in a prison cell would such outrageous business take place!

How could an old woman refuse such a good thing!
He whispered back to her, "Don't worry, I'll secretly bring it to you tonight at dawn!"

Gan Minglan nodded, picked up the mixed flour buns, and sat down on the straw mat to continue eating.

After eating seven mixed-grain steamed buns and drinking two bowls of cold water, I was finally full.

After eating and drinking their fill, they lay down on the straw mats and slept soundly. The old woman who had served the food had predicted that the women, who would not go hungry for more than three days, could only endure until 4:00 PM before they could not hold on any longer.

They eagerly expressed their willingness to eat the mixed grain steamed buns!
But who cares about them now!
He called out weakly for a long time, but no one came.

Someone remembered:
"When it was time to serve meals, I saw the pork vendor take more than half a basket of steamed buns, which were originally our food rations!"

"Yes, they're definitely paying by the number of people, so why should she collect it for us!"

"She can eat more than half a basket? Make her hand over the rest!"

There were some hot-tempered people who came up and started to shove at Gan Minglan.

I searched and searched, but couldn't find a single crumb of steamed bun.

Everyone could hardly believe their eyes!

Let alone a woman in her early twenties, even seven or eight men might not be able to finish more than half a basket of steamed buns!
The people of Bei State used the old dough fermentation method to make steamed buns, which resulted in a generally soft and fluffy texture.

The steamed buns made this way are really dense!

Each one weighs half a pound!

If they can't do anything to the jailers outside the gate, can't they at least control this fool, the pork seller?
"Get up! Get up right now! Give us back our mixed grain steamed buns!"

"Wen Kang's wife, you can't be so selfish! You didn't eat all those steamed buns, did you? Where did you hide them?"

"What are you sleeping for? Get up and talk to me!"

They were angry, and that anger showed in their actions.

As luck would have it, someone slapped Gan Minglan on the stomach.

Gan Minglan's hands reacted faster than her brain.

The woman who was patting her stomach was instantly overturned by her.

The woman, who had been thrown over, cried out in pain and shouted angrily, "You crazy woman, you dare to touch me again?"

The madwoman Gan Minglan is all about being obedient.

Without saying a word, he got up and got to work.

The tension, fear, and anger that the women felt after being locked in the cells finally erupted.

More than twenty people rushed forward.

What noble ladies, what aristocratic women.

Women are all the same when they fight.

Hair and face are the primary targets.

Especially the beautiful face of the pork vendor.

Men will be unable to walk past it, and women will be so jealous they'll be fuming.

Unfortunately, they were no match for Gan Minglan!

Gan Minglan was slippery and dodged several times as they rushed over, without even getting her clothes touched.

"Slap, slap, slap." Slap someone in the face first!

"Rip!" Summer clothes are thin and torn easily!
"Wow!" This will make your hair thick and long, and you can grab it every time!

The women felt a chill, their faces immediately swelled up, and a large clump of their hair was pulled out.

Screams echoed:

"Let go, let go, who pulled my hair?"

"My face, my face!"

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They were bewildered: they had clearly gone there for the pork beauty, so why were they the ones getting slapped?

"hiss"

In the blink of an eye, someone scratched my face again.

Is this still available?

We have to get it back!

As they fought, their anger flared up.

Gan Minglan, however, had long since left this chaotic circle.

He stood in a corner not far away, arms crossed, watching the spectacle.

She was still mentally cursing these weaklings: With such meager strength, how dare they gang up on her!
It only took the time it takes to brew a cup of tea.

Suddenly.

Then a piercing scream rang out.

(End of this chapter)