Confiscated property and exiled? I and the charlatan prince are competing against each other

Jiang Yiming, who was chased out and beaten, was sitting on the ground hugging Jiang Baichuan's thighs: "Dad, why do you care about them? At the beginning, the first and third rooms had food sent by our mother's family, so why do you care about our life or death?"

Listening to his son's words, Jiang Baichuan was also distressed: "But your grandmother...it's impossible for her to ignore you."

"Even if we need to take care of grandma, my uncle and third uncle are here, and we brothers are here too, so it won't be a problem for Aning."

"The only food we have now is what Aning got from Prince Chen."

"It's fine if Aning lets Prince Chen support our second branch, but do you want Aning to support the entire Jiang family? How will Prince Chen view Aning if you do this?"

"Dad, just don't worry about it. The Jiang family has always treated the second branch badly. When Prince Chen got into trouble, they were busy getting rid of the second branch. Now that things are getting better, they're sticking to the second branch like a dog-skin plaster. There's no such good thing in the world." Jiang Yiming snorted coldly.

Just because Jiang Baichuan from the second branch of their family is a good-for-nothing, that doesn’t mean that the others are good-for-nothings.

We used to be cautious and didn't want to break up, but now we're all exiled prisoners. How can saving face be more important than being well fed and alive?

Following Jiang Yiming's string of words, Jiang Baichuan nodded and couldn't help but pull his ear: "Your elder brother is right, you are the only one who speaks without restraint."

Although Jiang Baichuan has a soft-tempered personality, he believes that harmony is the most important thing in everything.

He respects Old Mrs. Jiang and also loves his own family.

Now that my daughter is married, I can’t keep supporting her parents.

So he listened to Jiang Yiming's words and stopped thinking about the Jiang family and Old Lady Jiang for the time being.

Seeing that he agreed, Jiang Yiming breathed a sigh of relief.

I know that this reminder should be effective for a few days. At least in the next few days, Mrs. Jiang should not try to brainwash Jiang Baichuan.

It was not until noon that he assumed the dignity of an elder and got a promise from Gu Li that the Jin Lingwei would send more food over in the evening, and the second branch would leave some for the Jiang family.

After three days of exile, the Jiang family, who usually lived a life of luxury, had their feet worn out from walking. The hungry Jiang family, especially the eldest wife, missed the delicious, soft and hot steamed buns that the second wife could eat.

On normal days, they wouldn't care about these things.

It was all thanks to this idea that I kept going until the evening.

Because the exile team moved slowly, they did not reach the post station before dark and could only rest in the open air.

The exiled officer was so angry that he brandished his whip and started lashing into the crowd.

"You sluts, we provide you with food and drink, but you still delay our journey." Ma Zi beat the few people who slowed down the team today half to death before he took away the bags of food.

He took out a hard steamed bun the size of a baby's fist and broke it into three portions, giving each person only one third.

Looking at the food which was smaller than the previous few days, the prisoner said, "Master... how can this be enough to eat?"

"I made it very clear on the first day!"

"If one person delays the trip, everyone will be punished."

"The food distributed is not enough. I taught you a way on the first day. Who can you blame for not having money?"

In three days, the exiled prisoners had been tortured to the point of bending the pride that their former status brought them.

The prisoner who spoke carefully took out a silver note from his pocket and handed it to Ma Zi.

Ma Zi took it and looked at it. The value of the note was one hundred taels.

He winked at the officer beside him, and the man turned and got into the carriage, taking out a heavy bag.

He took out five multi-grain buns and threw them at the prisoner, then said arrogantly, "You can get out now."

"Sir, I gave you one hundred taels." The prisoner was shocked.

This was the first time during the three days of exile that any of the prisoners paid money to buy food and drink from the officials.

After all, when leaving the city, the food sent by family members is only enough for most people to sustain for three days.

The food distributed by the officials has been reduced from half a steamed bun per meal to only one-third today. Even children can't bear it, let alone adults.

One by one they had no choice but to compromise and pay the officials to buy it.

"Twenty taels for a steamed bun. This steamed bun is as big as my fist, and you're still not satisfied!" Ma Zi sneered, trying to snatch the steamed bun back: "You can buy it or not. If you don't want to buy it, return it. The money won't be refunded."

"I'll buy it, I'll buy it!" The prisoner hurriedly protected the five steamed buns in his arms, and returned to his family with red eyes and depressed mood.