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

When Jiang Yining's carriage caught up with the exile team, it happened to be at the post station.

At the same time, the exile team had rested for half an hour and was preparing to set off further south.

Jiang Yining has a carriage, so it doesn't matter whether he rests or not.

However, the prisoners in the exile team looked up at the sky and saw that the sun was shining brightly.

It's only March now, and the sun isn't too hot at noon.

"According to our pace, we can reach the next station before dark." Jiang Kuohai said.

When he was working in the Ministry of Revenue, he had also inspected the towns around the capital, so he naturally knew the distance.

When he thought about not having to sleep in the wilderness tonight, as long as he could get to the post station, he would be willing to sleep on a large bunk bed.

It is really cold on nights in March.

They exiled the prisoners wearing only thin prison uniforms that were barely supportive.

With the idea of resting after dark, or at the inn, Jiang Kuohai gritted his teeth and moved forward.

But to his disappointment, Wang Dashan stopped the team just after the sun set and before it got dark: "Okay, let's camp here tonight."

"This..." Jiang Kuohai was stunned and couldn't help but say: "It's still ten miles to the post station in Donghu Town."

"Am I the captain or are you the captain?" Wang Dashan put his hand on the hilt of the knife at his waist and glanced at him coldly when he heard the words.

Jiang Kuohai met his sinister gaze and suddenly dared not speak.

Although the exiled prisoner didn't understand why he didn't walk half an hour longer to the post station tonight, he had walked for three hours straight since noon and was too tired to think about it further.

One by one, they no longer had the disgust they had when they were first exiled, and they found a smooth stone slab to sit down or lie down.

He raised his head and looked at the sky in confusion, while waiting for the officials to hand out the same tooth-grinding steamed bread that he received every day.

But after waiting for a long time, I didn't hear the official shouting to distribute food.

Some prisoners who were too hungry to bear it got up from the ground and saw that the officers had set up two big pots today.

The food was originally brought by the officers themselves, as they usually heated up their own dry food.

The other one was brought back by the official carriage that went out today.

The prisoners were attracted by the noise and followed the actions of the officers.

When he found out that they had boiled two large pots of meat, his eyes immediately lit up green.

Putting water and meat into the pot, Li Xiaoyao scratched his head and said unsurely: "Captain, I know how to boil water and steam buns, but this is my first time to cook meat."

"Even though they are prisoners now, they were very picky when they were officials. Will they eat what we cook?"

“People disliked that steamed bread at first, but now people are scrambling to eat it,” said Wang Dashan.

But looking at the meat boiling in the pot, he still frowned.

They cannot cook this delicious meat into pig food.

You have to know that this meat was bought by the brothers with their pooled money, and they will also eat it later.

After thinking for a while, Wang Dashan walked into the exile team, glanced at the exiled prisoners, and asked with a stern face: "Who among you can cook? Come and cook for us, and you can get two whole grain steamed buns as a reward."

"I'm not a cook." Jiang Qingyue sneered disdainfully, muttering softly, "Even if I can cook, I won't cook for you peasants."

Jiang Qingyue was disdainful of this, but there were inevitably people in the exile team who were attracted by the multi-grain steamed buns.

You should know that the officials sold this steamed bun for twenty taels each.

Helping to cook can get you two steamed buns, which saves you forty taels of silver.

The prisoner, attracted by the steamed buns, didn't care whether he could cook or not, and quickly stood up and shouted, "Sir, choose me, I can cook."

Looking at the few people standing out from the crowd, Wang Dashan did not trust them.