Chapter 125 Opportunity(2)_1
"Let me wash my hands first." the old man agreed.
After the old man had washed his hands, Ziyin, holding a child's hand, followed him out the door, while Zige and Guo Huiniang continued to pick beans at home.
The village was bustling. As the sun was setting in the west, a group of soldiers escorting a large number of convicts stopped. These convicts, both men and women, were quietly sobbing, but no one dared to make a fuss. Irrespective of gender, all their hands were shackled by iron chains, it seemed like there was no chance of escape.
Children over seven or eight years old were lined up, sitting on the ground in terror, motionless.
"Hands off." The escorting soldiers shouted angrily at the weeping women.
"Don't behave, I'll whip you to death." A man who appeared to be the leader approached and lashed out at the crowd.