Looking at the dazed little fat boy in front of him, the big man had a fierce face, but he was cursing in his heart. The superiors didn't tell him any other tasks, but gave him such a crappy task, which required him to not hit, touch or bump the boy, and to teach him like a son. He had never received such a task before, which was even more aggrieved than asking him to move rocks.
"Do you want to drink or not? If not, go back and move stones!" The big man drank in a rough voice, staring at him with wide eyes.
Ning Lang bit his lip with tears in his eyes, and beat the bowl with a broken corner with both hands, feeling very aggrieved. His servants didn't use such a broken bowl, nor did they drink such thin porridge, but he did heavy work, but this was the only thing he could eat.
"Do you have any steamed buns or something? I won't be full if I eat this."
"No, no, eat it if you want or not!" the big man glared and shouted. If it were any other time, he would have whipped him directly.
"Gurgle..."
His stomach growled. Ning Lang looked at the bowl in his hand and could only drink it with his eyes closed. After drinking the whole bowl, it felt like drinking a bowl of water. He licked the corner of his mouth and stared at the bucket: "I want more." Although it didn't taste good, it was better than going hungry.
"More? What do you think this place is? There's nothing left. Go get to work!" The big man snatched the bowl from his hand and put it back, pushing him forward: "Go get to work!"
Ning Lang glared: "You don't even let me drink enough of this watery porridge?"
"Tsk! Forget it. It's good enough that you're not starving to death. Do you still want to drink enough? Do you think this is your home?" The big man pushed him and whipped him with the whip in his hand: "Go!"
Ning Lang gritted his teeth, glared at him hatefully, and thought to himself: Just wait, when I get out of here, I will definitely deal with you!
Not far away, Feng Jiu and Duan Ye were watching, and the two of them had different expressions, the former was teasing, and the latter was surprised.
"How long do you plan to keep him here?" Duan Ye looked at Feng Jiu beside him and asked.
"He can't wait any longer." She curled her lips: "Now it seems that he still has some strength."
Hearing this, Duan Ye's mouth twitched as he looked at Ning Lang, who was ordered to move stones. He was wearing tattered clothes and a pair of worn-out shoes, with messy hair hanging down and bruises all over his face.
This kid deserved it. Who told him to sell out his identity as a ghost doctor as soon as he saw Fengjiu? Ever since he knew about that incident, he knew that this kid was going to suffer. He didn't expect that he was waiting for him here!
"Let's go! Let's find a place to have a drink." Feng Jiu called Duan Ye and turned to leave. They came quietly and left quietly. Ning Lang who was not far away knew nothing about it.
Until the early morning of three days later, Ning Lang, who was still sleeping, was called up, and was taken to take a bath by two people. He was changed into a set of gorgeous clothes and was treated from head to toe.
Ning Lang was frightened from beginning to end, until he saw someone putting powder on his face which was paler and thinner than in the past few days. He finally couldn't help but scream out.
"What do you want to do!"
"What for? Someone from the brothel is here to look for young men. They like those who are fifteen or sixteen years old like you. That's perfect. They can sell you for a high price." The manager who came in said with a smile on his eyes, but he felt uneasy in his heart.