Chapter 42—Killing Bailiff
Thud!—Thud!
The skinny farmer rushed to the apple and picked it from the mud. He then cleaned it with his patched tunic and devoured it without even biting it—in one gulp.
"Hoo," a guard was amused by the farmer's behavior, so he took out another apple from his pouch hanging at his hips. He bit into it and glanced around the ground, "&^tgb," he muttered, finding a white spot where birds had pooped.
Thud!—he threw the apple onto the bird poop. The fruit stuck more than half into it.
"*7bbb," the guard said, grinning and pointing his finger at the fruit now sticky with poop and mud.
Thud!—the same farmer rushed to pick it up, wiped it in the same fashion, and ate it with relish. He didn't care about the dung and mud.
"Hhahah," all the guards laughed at the actions of the skinny man, while other farmers swallowed their saliva, their eyes clearly showing jealousy.
