PFC Chapter 109 The Stylish Raincoat, A Laughable Chapter
Chapter 109 The Stylish Raincoat, A Laughable Chapter
No sooner had the constable finished speaking than a middle-aged man with a respectable appearance grabbed his family and immediately knelt down and kowtowed, shouting, "Thank you for your great favor, Your Majesty! Long live the Emperor! Long live the Emperor! Long live the Emperor!"
Under pressure from the uncle's authority, the family members all knelt down and shouted devoutly, the sound of their kowtowing echoing loudly.
Once the first one appeared, another followed suit. The other prisoners looked at each other in bewilderment, and, forced by the situation, all knelt down and kowtowed.
In the blink of an eye, a pile of "ten thousand fragments" floated in the sky above the city gate.
Wen Wen: “…”
He watched helplessly as the people around him knelt down one by one and kowtowed heavily.
If she could, she really wanted to give this crazy old man a million critical hits.
Why are you kneeling for no reason? You've already been sentenced to exile, why are you still so stubborn? Do you think kneeling and shouting will immediately change your sentence back?! You like kneeling but you drag others down with you, you implicate others, that's not martial ethics!
She was so angry; the black lines on her forehead were getting longer and longer, and they looked like they were about to touch the ground.
Before Wenwen could finish her internal monologue, Wen Chengjian jabbed her knees, causing her to kneel down instantly.
Ah!
What is my brother trying to do?
Wenwen turned her head and glared angrily, but Wen Chengjian just gestured with his lip towards the ground, warning her not to be different.
Ugh......
She endured it for her family's sake.
Wenwen lowered her head and pretended to lie down slowly, her lips moving.
She whispered, "I love Thor, long live Thor, long live Thor, long live Thor."
Little did they know, while the people next to Wenwen couldn't hear her shouts, the two people in the space could.
As soon as Wenwen finished shouting, Xianbao and Aying's hip-hop voices appeared in her mind at the same time.
"Hehe, Master is wise!"
"Haha, Master has guts!"
Wenwen appeared calm on the surface, but was inwardly speechless.
This little incident actually left all the officials and yamen runners present completely bewildered, especially Lord Zhu.
Shouldn't we be thanking him for submitting the report and application? How come the credit is ultimately given to the Emperor, making them have to bow in the direction of the palace? What kind of nonsense is this?
Lord Zhu squinted at the person in charge of this incident, thinking him utterly foolish.
He turned and instructed Chen, the constable beside him, "Set off immediately."
Chen, the constable, gestured to his subordinates, and then the familiar sound of gongs mixed with shouts rang out again.
"Clang, clang, clang..."
"Let's go, let's go, hurry up! We need to make up for the time lost here as quickly as possible. Stop dawdling. Anyone who dares to cause trouble will be in for a beating."
"Bang, bang, bang..."
The bailiffs raised their long whips and waved them a few times in the air, both as a warning to the prisoners and as a demonstration to everyone else.
This time, it's really time to leave Yanta Town.
The leading constables and soldiers rode on large horses, pulling supplies, and started running first.
The prisoners were escorted toward the main road.
At this moment, a sliver of light had just appeared on the horizon, and by this faint light...
The prisoners quickened their pace, their steps becoming lighter. Removing their shackles had indeed made them move much faster, and the day of rest also contributed to their progress.
In the dim light, the group passed through the still-silent village, crossed the small town with fields on both sides, and even crossed the small ditch that represented their new territory.
From the first light of dawn to full daylight, and then the sun high in the sky.
Urged on by the guards, the prisoners passed through a grove of trees and climbed a long hillside, finally arriving at a vast wasteland.
After walking for nearly three hours, even the strongest horse would be exhausted and snorting, let alone a person.
Whether they were prisoners or the officials, yamen runners, and soldiers responsible for escorting them, everyone was included, excluding those who rode horses or had carriages.
The constable glanced at the horse, which was about to throw a tantrum and kick up its tail, and then at the prisoner who was panting heavily from exhaustion.
Having received the order, he said directly, "Alright, rest here for a while, take the coarse flour cakes, eat them and set off as soon as possible."
After finishing the flatbread, he hurriedly set off again.
As we walked, the sun began to set. Although it was autumn and the weather wasn't as hot as in summer, it was still quite hot from being constantly exposed to the sun.
The large group of people were already drenched in sweat and their steps were unsteady. They relied on their willpower to keep moving forward.
A not-so-high hillside appeared before everyone's eyes.
Seeing that everyone's pace had slowed down, the yamen runner brandished his whip again to threaten them, "Hurry up, hurry up, or you'll get whipped for dawdling like this."
To avoid being beaten, the prisoners struggled to climb upwards.
Suddenly, a dark cloud appeared in the distance, blocking half of the setting sun, and the cloud slowly moved toward them.
For those of us who desperately need to cool down, it would be even better if this dark cloud brought some rain.
The prisoners walking in front of them walked with slightly sluggish steps, looking up at the sky, their eyes following the movement of the dark clouds overhead, hoping that some rain would fall immediately so they could cool off for a while.
However, for Wenwen, this dark cloud was the beginning of a nightmare.
As soon as she saw the dark clouds, fragments of her dream about dark clouds and heavy rain flashed through her mind.
Before Wenwen could figure out if this cloud was the same one that had caused trouble in her dream, she anxiously called for Wen Chengjian to stop pushing the cart.
"Brother, quick, quick, get out the raincoat, put it on, put it on, put them all on, make sure they're all covered up tightly."
The Wen family had no objections, stopped the car, opened the trunk, and put on their raincoats.
The whole family, young and old, acted quickly, and in no time, everyone was fully dressed, armed from head to toe, looking ready for battle.
After the Wen family members finished dressing, they looked up at the sky.
Just then, dark clouds drifted directly overhead, blocking out half the surrounding light, suggesting an imminent downpour.
It is said that a storm is brewing, but without wind, there is no rain.
Just when everyone was waiting for the rain to fall.
A gust of wind suddenly swept in from the north, and the dark clouds, unable to withstand the gale, scattered in all directions in an instant.
The dark sky suddenly regained its brightness, and the setting sun was still just as dazzling and scorching.
The crowd waiting for the rain included prisoners, yamen runners, and soldiers.
They watched helplessly as dark clouds gathered, and then watched as strong winds blew them away. Their hearts went from full of hope to shattered, and the emotional contrast was quite significant.
They couldn't help but sigh with regret.
However, when they saw the Wen family members standing on the hillside, wearing straw raincoats, and then looked back at their regrets, they were not so frustrated anymore.
That's human nature; when people make comparisons, they'll find advantages to use to ridicule others.
Once they've recovered, they look around, their eyes darting around, making faces and winking.
Laughter erupted from the crowd.
Hehe, hehe...
"Hahaha...hahaha..."
The laughter was tinged with a bit of sour humor.
"Look at this whole family, why are they wearing raincoats when it's not raining? They're just doing things that make them look ridiculous."
"Hehehe..."
Not only did the prisoners ridicule them, but the yamen runners and soldiers following behind the Wen family also joined in the jeering.
"Go, go, go, speed up! Wear this if you want."
"Hahaha......"