It's really hard to just farm peacefully.

Chapter 167

Jiang Yan rolled over to avoid the dirty hands that tried to touch her, and with her hands she struggled to stand up. She retorted in a hoarse voice, "You're the one who's about to die because of the touching?"

The old man pouted a little at what he said, and said in a bad tone: "Why are you lying on the ground when you're not dead? You're blocking everyone from moving around. It's not polite."

"It's none of your business, it's none of your business. I can rest wherever I want, as long as no one says no!" Jiang Yan was in a very bad mood at the moment, and spoke very aggressively, not caring at all whether the old man had helpers or not, and whether he could win the physical conflict with his sick body.

"And don't think I don't know your little tricks. You want to snatch the cloth off my face? Dream on!"

Before being thrown into the wooden shed, Jiang Yan's luggage had already been taken away by the soldiers. Although her most valuable gold and silver were hidden close to her body and not plundered, her accumulated dry food, clothes, some small items, and self-defense tools were all gone.

Oh, no, she hid a few iron arrowheads on her back. Luckily, she was dragged by her upper body, otherwise it wouldn't be as simple as being hit hard when she landed.

Jiang Yan hung his head. What use was gold and silver here? Even if he took them out as bribes, they would just be taken away.

The others in the shed remained silent, but they kept watching the two men. The old man knew this, and he didn't want to be outdone.

But the soldiers outside had already come in to check on the source of the quarrel. He didn't want to cause any more trouble and lose his meal, so he could only lower his voice and hum, "It's not convenient to argue with you now. Just wait."

Jiang Yan looked up and wanted to roll her eyes at him, but the itch that she had suppressed during the quarrel just now burst out, causing her to cough and gasp continuously, as if all her internal organs were affected.

The people who were standing or sitting close to Jiang Yan in the wooden shed were stunned for a moment and then moved away together, creating a vacuum circle for her in the crowded space.

Jiang Yan was originally quite upset, but was stunned for a few seconds after seeing this scene. Then, she gladly accepted everyone's "good intentions" and even took the initiative to recommend: "You can cover your mouth and nose with a cloth like me. It will be safer this way."

The old man was prompted by Jiang Yan's cough and started coughing for a long time. After venting his anger by spitting on the ground, he said to the person next to him in disbelief, "Did she encounter something dirty? Her temper changes so quickly."

The people around him were so disgusted by the old man's actions that they frowned and moved away, not wanting to pay any attention to him.

But Jiang Yan was not like that. She was already feeling nauseous from coughing, and when she heard the sound, she immediately thought of herself lying on the ground and rolling over, and she immediately retched.

The old man's face turned green and black, and he argued with her for a few words. Is it really that serious? ? ?

As for whether it was necessary or not, Jiang Yan really couldn't control her physiological reaction at all. It was too uncomfortable. She hadn't felt so uncomfortable in several years.

There was an aunt in the shed who couldn't stand it any longer. Everyone was sick, and at first she could barely hold back from coughing, but now everyone was coughing, one after another, and if they didn't stop, their intestines would come out.

She pursed her lips tightly, pushed aside the hunched figure in front of her, and walked to the door, pleading with the soldier guarding them, "Sir, can you please let these two stay somewhere else? Staying together is really deadly."

The soldiers had also heard the noise in the shed and were now covering their ears in frustration. Seeing someone trying to find something to do for them, they scolded him without thinking, "Go back!"

The aunt was about to beg, but Jiang Yan had already come out, holding onto the door panel: "My lords, please allow me (vomit) to get some fresh air on the outer wall, so that I can stop (vomit) and be quiet, and not disturb you (vomit)..."