In his daze, Shen Tang felt like someone had kicked him.
The kicking wasn't enough, the other party also cursed me.
【md, who kicked me? 】
She curled up her calves in pain and opened her weak eyes.
The world in front of you seems to have been removed from the veil, changing from a matte texture to a high-definition tempered one.
【what happened?】
The pain that was almost bursting caused her to take a breath of air and stare blankly at the unfamiliar things in front of her.
【Who were you drinking with last night?】
It seemed that during the second half of her drinking, the editor called to urge her to publish the manuscript, so she had to hold on to her drunkenness to get the brush...
More, I can't remember no matter how much I think about it.
But you can be sure that it definitely shouldn’t be like this!
Shen Tang secretly pinched herself hard until a clear tingling pain came from that skin, shattering her luck.
When I saw my unfamiliar hands, four words popped into my mind -
She has traveled through time!
It also means "traveling".
[I just don’t know whether he died of drinking or staying up late to finish the manuscript.]
The more she thought about it, the more her head hurt. It was as if a villain was beating her inside with a hammer, which made Shen Tang stop in a hurry.
"Eat quickly, and then you can hit the road."
She was covering her head to relieve the pain, and the sunlight above her head was blocked by a tall figure.
The visitor was wearing a pair of straw sandals stained with dark brown mud, and casually threw a palm-sized pancake with a burnt and rough surface. The pancake fell on the muddy ground outside her skirt. Shen Tang didn't care whether she would eat the muddy pancake. , just send it to the next person.
The next second, a hand came to her side like lightning.
He grabbed the pancake and shrank back.
Shen Tang was slow for a moment and could only look over suspiciously.
The person grabbing the cake was an unkempt woman. She was holding the cake in both hands and stuffing it into her mouth, like a starving ghost reincarnated.
Afraid that Shen Tang would snatch it back, he didn't even pat the mud on the pancake. After a while, he stuffed all the small pancakes into his mouth, and in the end he sucked the pancake foam from his fingers as if he wasn't finished.
Shen Tang: "..."
I don’t know how many days this person has not cleaned her hair. Her long hair, which should be dark and shiny, is knotted. If you look closely, there is still a layer of yellowing and sticky accumulation on the exposed hair seams. If you smell it carefully, you can still smell it coming from her body. It had a weird stench - a bit like stinky socks and heather that had been stifled for three to five weeks and were squeezed together to produce juice - the only thing that could be dealt with was the iconic facial features that could not be concealed by dirt.
Shen Tang reasoned with her in a good-tempered manner: "Madam, that's my cake."
The woman seemed to be deaf, and ignored her. She kept licking her lips and savoring the taste of the pancakes.
At this time, Shen Tang noticed that the color of the knuckles that the woman had sucked was a few degrees different from the rest of her hands, and her throat spasmed and rolled uncontrollably.
She is not mysophobic, but she suffered from this kind of visual impact at close range and subconsciously felt physical discomfort.
Out of the corner of her eye, she saw a change in Shen Tang's expression. The woman was worried that this fool would go crazy and beat her, so she moved her buttocks in the opposite direction.
It was okay not to move, but Shen Tang also felt a pulling sensation when he moved.
She lowered her head and looked at the source of the pulling feeling in her waist - it was a very thick hemp rope. It was this hemp rope that seemed to be tied to several grasshoppers, connecting her body with women and other unkempt women of different ages. together.
He raised his head and looked around, and all he saw were old, weak, women and children, both men and women, wearing coarse linen prison uniforms with tired faces.
There are also about a dozen young men in relatively uniform clothes, with sabers hanging on their waists, standing guard and keeping an eye on people.
Occasionally, his eyes would glance at the beautiful young female prisoner and he would pause for a while.
This this--
Was it that a big family committed a crime and was taken to the execution ground to cancel their household registration?
It may also be on the way to distribution.
The difference is nothing more than whether one dies early and is reborn early or dies late and is reborn late.
【GuluGuluGulu】
The hungry Wu Zang Temple began to cause trouble at an inappropriate time, and the sound was so loud that even other people could hear it.
Shen Tang raised her hand to cover her slightly cramped stomach. Hunger made her salivate continuously.
The more you swallow, the more obvious your hunger becomes, becoming too strong to ignore.
Shen Tang frowned inwardly, and could only distract himself from the torment of hunger - within sight, there was a prisoner who ate too hastily, and the pancake was dry, so he choked. He kept beating his chest to try to get rid of the food stuck in his throat. As the cake went down, his face gradually turned blue.
Everyone is surprised.
He neither came forward to pat me on the back nor handed me water.
He kicked his legs hard and tried to climb up to the man dressed as an official. He stretched out his right hand with all his strength to ask for help, but until he died, his right hand fell weakly. The latter had no intention of saving the man. After kicking his feet, he found that the man had really died and there was something in his mouth. He muttered: "Unlucky!"
He took out the dagger from his waist, bent down and cut off the skin on the man's right side near his ear, and threw it into a dirty cloth bag.
Shen Tang: "..."
"It's time to hit the road!"
"Stop!"
"Get up, don't let me whip you!"
The prisoners put on their heavy shackles again.
The female prisoner's shackles are small, weighing about thirty-five pounds, while the male prisoner's shackles are more than one size larger, weighing not less than eighty but fifty.
The dozen or so young men in uniforms urged and kicked the prisoners who couldn't react in time. If they couldn't get up after the kicks, they would directly use the whip. The force was so strong that when the whip went down, there would be a bloody trace a finger wide. , it’s shocking to see.
Shen Tang walked silently with his head down, trying to find the memory related to this body.
The result was unfortunate.
Not only did she not get the subsistence allowance of a time traveler, she also lost the memory of the original owner of her body, and her home was stolen from her. In addition to knowing that her name was Shen Tang, she had a pen name called "Youli", she made a living by painting, and was afraid of editing. I was urged to write the manuscript, and all other memories are blurry!!!
He peeked at the prisoner and the officer guarding the prisoner, and sighed to himself: "Unlucky, this is the beginning of hell, isn't it?"
It's really unlucky that his mother opened the door for him. He's so unlucky!
No matter how you start, life is the most important thing.
Did you choose to escape midway?
Or should you choose to follow the team to their destination and then wait for an opportunity to escape?
At present, neither option seems optimistic.
While rushing under the scorching sun, several prisoners fainted and died on the way. It wasn't until the sunset dimmed the sky that they were allowed to rest where they were for the night.
The officials gathered together to build a fire, took out the dried meat from their bags and cooked it in a pottery urn, then sprinkled a little salt on it to make a pot of broth.
Shen Tang reacted quickly this time and saved the cake.
Sitting on the ground, he chewed the hard and cold pancake carefully, softened it with saliva before swallowing, and focused on the officials who were chatting in a low voice. Although the content of their chat was very fragmentary, they could barely piece it together. Publish some information.
These prisoners belong to the same family.
The surname was Gong, and all the members of the clan, including the young and old, and even the servants and maids, were captured.
Divided into three waves, they were escorted to their destinations in batches.
The men were sent to the border to work as coolies in the army, and the women were sent to Xiaocheng Jiaofang.
The team Shen Tang was in was the second batch. Most of them were female relatives of the Gong family, including maids. Among them were the most senior old feudal lord, several young ladies in their prime, young and beautiful concubines, and heirs of different ages. , and the rest are the servants and maids who serve.
She estimated that her body was either a maid or an heir.
If you pinch the bone age, it will look like eleven or twelve.
The man had his face tattooed and the woman had his face tattooed with ink on the back of her ear.
If the prisoner died halfway, the face or ear with writing on it would be cut off as evidence of his head.
She raised her hand to touch her ear, and sure enough she felt a scabbed blood clot behind her left ear.
