It's really hard to just farm peacefully.

Chapter 175

When it comes to escaping, practice makes perfect. Although her body was still weak, her limbs were not tied up at the moment, which made the difficulty much easier.

After making the decision, Jiang Yan closed his eyes and continued to sleep to reduce energy consumption, and then waited for the arrival of late night.

In the evening, a human trafficker came to feed the refugee next to him corn soup. Jiang Yan smelled the fragrance of food while dozing off and almost couldn't control the growling of his stomach.

For a moment, she was so hungry that she even thought about waking up and asking this person for something to eat. At worst, it would make it twice as difficult to save herself later...

But after feeding her the corn soup, she immediately started giving her a sleeping pill. This dangerous behavior immediately brought Jiang Yan back to her senses. Given her recent fortune, she absolutely couldn't be the first person to choke to death from gastroesophageal reflux.

When I woke up from my nap, it was already night.

The cart stopped moving. Jiang Yan waited patiently for the traffickers who had lit a fire not far away to eat and feed the livestock. They sat around and whispered to each other until they fell asleep.

Just now, under the cover of darkness, she quietly propped herself up and took a few looks.

There were seven people in the group, including two horse-drawn carriages, two carts pulled by mules or donkeys, and the most shabby and worn-out cart under her.

This group of human traffickers drugged a wealthy man!

Jiang Yan slowly turned his body so that his face was facing upwards, rubbing his shoulders and neck with his hands, his eyes fixed on the thin crescent moon that had just climbed up to the top of the tree.

I don't know what his status is, but he needs two carriages to travel, and his style is almost as grand as the time when Fu Nulang went to Dongshan Village.

And the fellow prisoner lying next to her... Jiang Yan took another look at him. He had a good physique and looked like he could fight well. He should be a guard or something like that.

Thinking about how the traffickers rushed to refill his medicine as soon as they heard him waking up and struggling, Jiang Yan felt a little embarrassed. How could they leave her, who was half dead, on the same cart with such a high-risk person?

Did he believe that she couldn't wake up, and that it didn't matter whether she was there or not? Jiang Yan felt that since he had discovered the truth, he had to prove it.

The breeze was filled with forest mist, a little moist and a little cold.

Jiang Yan quietly moved off the cart and sat in a dark shadow. Then he reached his right hand into his coat, the lower half of the fabric of which was torn at the back, and pulled out a strangely shaped wooden box with gritted teeth.

This wooden box was bought from a peddler when she entered Heyang County for the second time. It was originally intended to hold hairpins for girls, but she filled it with arrowheads and some important items.

It was stuffed with hay and covered with yellow mud, and then glued firmly to the back with glue. In case the glue did not stick well and fell off during the process, it was fixed with a cloth to cover it.

After so many days, the cloth strips that fixed it had been worn out by sand and stones, but the wooden box was surprisingly sturdy, so much so that when she took it off, it pulled on her wound and she grimaced in pain.

The gradually thickening fog provided support for Jiang Yan.

She recovered her strength, took out an arrowhead with a broken shaft from the wooden box, and walked to the right side holding the edge of the cart.

First, she carefully stripped the outer clothes from the unconscious prisoner. When she got to the bound hands, Jiang Yan untied the hemp rope and stuffed it into her arms. Then she tied the clothes, which had become several sizes larger than the body, around her waist.

As another part of the unilateral transaction, Jiang Yan took the arrowhead he had taken out and used the broken arrowhead to stab his fellow refugee several times in the waist and legs, then quickly withdrew and hid in the forest.

Jiang Yan thought that with the strength she had just used, even if she couldn't wake the man up on the spot due to the pain, she could at least help him wake up early.

I just hope that when my fellow prisoners wake up and find that their hands are not bound, they will seek revenge if they have any revenge, and don’t care about the disappearance of their coat.

After all, it was the end of August and the beginning of September, and she still needed a piece of clothing to protect her from the wind and rain on her way home.