Quick Transmigration: Refusing to Be a Victim's Child

Shao Linshen couldn't figure out what his elder brother was thinking.

However, his second brother, who considered himself a scholar but failed to even pass the county-level imperial examination, was overjoyed and kept hanging around him, speaking in a sarcastic tone. He was beaten up by Shao Linshen before he finally behaved himself.

Ever since the father of the Wang family came to the men's prison and asked his elder brother to write a divorce agreement, but to no avail, and after hearing from outsiders that the Wang family's daughter was loyal and virtuous, and that even a certain imperial concubine had praised her highly, the Wang family never mentioned divorce again.

Instead, they would occasionally have someone deliver some good food and dishes, doing all the pretense.

Conversely, Shao Linshen, who had been abandoned by his wife, had become the object of ridicule and mockery.

It's as if they'll gain some benefit from doing this.

Shao Linshen doesn't tolerate them. If anyone speaks carelessly or rudely, he will give them a good beating.

Anyway, the cell is surrounded by bars on three sides, so if someone sneezes, everyone can hear it. Shao Linshen can pick up a handful of pebbles from the ground and smash the other person's head into a pig's head from a great distance.

However, when prisoners complained to the jailers, those jailers, who were usually so stern and intimidating in front of everyone, acted as if they were blind and deaf, completely ignoring them.

As time went on, everyone figured out the trick, and naturally no one dared to talk nonsense anymore.

Shao Linshen, on the other hand, looked half-dead all day long, squatting in a corner talking to a mouse.

Seeing his appearance, the Shao family assumed he had been traumatized and was no longer thinking straight.

Therefore, the two brothers above dared not speak out against this guy's habit of freeloading, fearing that they would be beaten up by this madman at the slightest provocation.

As a result, in just a few days, while others became emaciated while in prison, Shao Linshen actually gained weight.

"Hey, Brother Fan, what delicious food did you bring us this time?"

Shao Linshen sat cross-legged against the wall, watching a palm-sized mouse slip in through the window, and skillfully spread out his clothes to catch it.

Then, he took a few peanuts out of the rat's mouth, peeled them, and put them in his mouth to chew.

Seeing his brothers secretly observing him again, Shao Lin grinned, opened his palm to reveal a few peanuts, and asked if they wanted some.

"vomit!"

Shao Lao Er covered his mouth, feeling a bit nauseous. Seeing that the man was still eating with relish, showing no fear of contracting the disease, he assumed that the man was seriously mentally ill and immediately looked away in disgust.

However, the eldest brother of the Shao family remained gentle and friendly, shaking his head at Shao Linshen with a smile in his eyes, refusing his offer.

Pangu Banner sighed inwardly:

"Brother Shen, your brother is quite shrewd. Even in this situation, he can still remain calm. I think you should stop playing this weird game. He won't fall for it at all."

"Whether they fall for it or not, it's good to disgust and scare others, so they won't have to spend all their time staring at others."

Shao Lin replied silently in his heart.

He touched the red rope still hanging around the rat's neck, and the Buddhist prayer beads strung on the rope, his thoughts drifting to the women's prison.

His mother spent a lot of money to get these red ropes and prayer beads from the temple, but apart from smelling the incense, they are just ordinary ornaments and have no practical use.

But it would make a good token.

I heard that because of the poor conditions in the prison and the lack of food and clothing, the children who had been pampered since childhood fell ill one after another, including the original owner's two daughters who also contracted the disease and developed fevers.

However, this time, with the help of the jailer and the pills that Pangu Banner sent to the cell, the two children's condition was brought under control in time. Although they are still sickly, their lives are not in danger.

Thinking of the time bomb on the other end, Shao Linshen's eyes darkened slightly.

Using his sleeve to shield his vision, he stuffed a pre-written strip of silk into the rat's mouth, then grabbed the rat by the tail, stood up, and threw it out the window amidst the stares of the crowd who thought he was an idiot.

The Pangu Banner creaked and groaned as it was thrown, cursing in Shao Linshen's mind.

Shao Lin Shen pretended not to know.

He also mentally made a wishful thought:

"Brother Fan, remember to go to the Chen family and give the letter to my uncle after you've seen my mother and the others. We'll give you more merit after this matter is settled."

"Paji——"

Hearing the commotion, the patrolling soldiers immediately raised their torches to investigate, and saw a rat, smashed into a pancake, scurrying away from the base of the wall.

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On the other side, inside the women's prison.

Aunt Chen wrapped the two children tightly in quilts. Seeing the blush on their little faces fade slightly, she could finally relax.

At this moment, the bright moon hangs high outside, its light as clear as jade, shining through the narrow window in the wall and scattering countless spots of light on the ground.

The cell was dimly lit, with only a few oil lamps lit in the corridor. Accompanied by the occasional sobs from the surrounding area, the atmosphere was extremely oppressive.

"Squeak-"

A mouse the size of a palm suddenly peeked in through the window and, under Aunt Chen's watchful eye, quickly darted to her, dragging a small bundle along its side.

Aunt Chen was clearly used to this situation. She quickly covered it with her skirt until she reached down and stuffed the cloth bag, no bigger than a baby's fist, into her sleeve.

He squeezed it and found it was dried meat and fruit. With a smile in his eyes, he suppressed his fear and touched the little mouse's head through his clothes.

I don't know where my son got his animal taming skills from, but he managed to train the rats to be so clever and obedient.

It seems that kid didn't suffer much in prison, otherwise he wouldn't have the energy to cook for them all day long.

Aunt Chen now looks forward to the little guy's arrival every day, not because she's greedy for the food, but because seeing him is the only way she knows that her son is safe and sound.

"Money is hard to earn, and that stuff tastes awful, but for the sake of good deeds, I'll endure it!"

Pangu Fan muttered to himself, patiently letting Aunt Chen rub his head for a while before finally squeaking twice to greet her and running away through the window.

……

The night was pitch black, and the city was under curfew. Except for some special occasions where the city was still brightly lit, there wasn't a soul in sight on the streets.

Pangu Banner skillfully navigated through the streets and alleys, then slipped through the dog hole in the back of the Chen family's residence.

At this time, apart from a few servants who guarded the house and the old woman who cooked, only Uncle Chen and Chu Miaoyi remained in the Chen residence. The rest of the Chen family members had long been led back to their hometown by Uncle Chen.

The once bustling courtyard now appears desolate and empty.

In the study in the front yard.

Uncle Chen was still looking through the account books.

After several days of sales, most of the Chen family's shops and estates in the capital have been sold off at bargain prices. Now, apart from this residence, there are not many valuables left.

Thinking of the rumors he had heard during the day, Uncle Chen decided to prepare some food and supplies for his nephews and nieces for their journey the next day.

As I was pondering this, I suddenly heard the squeaking of a mouse coming from outside the door.

He didn't intend to pay any attention to it, but unexpectedly the little thing started scratching at the wooden board.

"You little beast, you're asking for death!"

Uncle Chen, looking displeased, grabbed a stool, opened the door, and was about to smash it to death when he suddenly saw the rat on the ground spit out a small wad of silk cloth.

"This is……?"

Uncle Chen looked at the rat with a red rope tied around its neck with surprise, then hesitantly picked up the silk cloth with his handkerchief and spread it out...